The Taoist master should restrain himself, the country will soon be unable to continue

Chapter 22 Physiognomy, a disaster of blood and light!
Su Yang walked along the street, looking for the nearest restaurant, and finally stopped in front of a noodle restaurant near the intersection.

"Layman is polite, can I have a bowl of noodles?"

Su Yang walked into the noodle shop, came to the front desk, and Jishou asked.

"Yes, yes, the Taoist priest can find a place to sit, and I will do it for you right away."

At the front desk is a aunt who is nearly 50 to [-] years old. She is simple and generous. When she sees a guest coming in, she has a happy smile on her face.

When I walked to the door of the back kitchen, the aunt paused again, and turned back to ask: "By the way, Taoist priest, what kind of noodles do you want? I recommend Jiangnan fried noodles. This is our specialty. It is authentic and not expensive. , many people come from other places to attract the fame.”

"Then Jiangnan Fried Noodles."

After listening, Su Yang nodded, but also wanted to try the local specialties.

"okay."

The aunt responded with a smile, and then shouted into the back kitchen: "Old man, a bowl of fried noodles!"

The store is not big, so Su Yang found a seat on the side and sat down.

However, the business in this noodle shop does not seem to be very good. So far, Su Yang has not seen the second customer.

If it weren't for the pedestrians passing by, Su Yang once wondered if this was a black shop.

"Layman, how much is that bowl of noodles?"

"Three dollars."

The aunt replied with a smile.

"Okay, okay."

Su Yang let out a sigh of relief, and realized that he had misunderstood. There is no trick here, at least the price is fair.

But what makes Su Yang puzzled is that this noodle restaurant is open at noon, even if the business is bleak, it doesn't mean that there are not even one or two customers?

Moreover, Su Yang didn't find any other restaurants in the surrounding area, so there wasn't much competition.

"The business of this noodle shop is so bleak, the Taoist priest eats here alone."

"The catering business is hard to do now, so I opened a restaurant, which is still in the pedestrian street, and the monthly profit is only enough for food and clothing, bad~"

"This makes me want to go to Auntie's noodle restaurant to eat, and give her some business."

"+1, take me one."

Netizens in the live broadcast room expressed sympathy when they saw the noodle restaurant with a bleak business.

"Fried noodles are here!"

The aunt brought out a plate full of fried noodles from the back kitchen, and put it in front of Su Yang: "Master Dao, eat slowly."

"Thank you."

Su Yang nodded.

It's just that before the noodles arrived, the scent wafted over. He took the fried noodles and looked at the full and shiny fried noodles. Su Yang took a bite with his chopsticks.

At the entrance, the unique aroma of fried noodles rushed directly to the taste buds. Su Yang's eyes lit up, and he took several bites in a row, eating with relish.

"I see that Taoist tastes delicious. Is this Jiangnan fried noodles really so delicious?"

"The locals are very fond of it. Although the fried noodles are very oily, bean sprouts and green vegetables are put in it to relieve the greasy. It is very fragrant. From snack to adult, it is a bit hot."

"Halazi is all over the place, no, I'm starving to death, and I have to eat."

"Suddenly I feel that the instant noodles in my hand are not fragrant."

While eating in Suyang, a middle-aged uncle came out of the back kitchen. Because he stayed in the back kitchen all year round and was in charge of cooking, he looked greasy from a distance.

He served two bowls of food one after another and put them on another table, and took another bottle of wine before he put on his apron.

At this time, the aunt came over with two bowls of rice and handed one to the uncle, and the two sat down to eat together.

"That Taoist priest, let's eat together."

At this time, the uncle, seeing Su Yang eating noodles by himself, simply called over to eat together.

Su Yang was not polite either, he answered and walked over with his hand.

"Just two small dishes, don't be disgusted, drink some?"

The uncle who spoke Jiangnan dialect shook the wine bottle, Su Yang shook his head at this.

"Pindao has to hurry in the afternoon, so he can't drink."

"Okay, it's rare for me to have a guest here, and I'm still a Taoist priest, so it's not easy, haha."

The uncle smiled wryly, and then took a sip of wine.

"The layman's business is not good?"

"It's not very good. This store has been open for three years. In the first two years, it could barely maintain food and clothing, but since this year, the business has become worse and worse."

The uncle sighed helplessly, the wrinkles on his face were filled with sorrow.

Hearing this, Su Yang raised his head and took a closer look at the uncle. Physiognomy was working naturally, and he found that there was a lingering black haze above his head, and there was a trace of blood in the innermost part.

Moreover, Su Yang also observed that his fate was gloomy, which is a typical sign of bad luck.

"Huh? Daoist, is there something on my face?"

Being stared at by Su Yang like this, the uncle only felt uncomfortable all over his body, he just put it down from his mouth, and coughed awkwardly.

"Pindao knows a thing or two about physiognomy."

Hearing this, the uncle was taken aback for a moment, and asked in confusion, "Did the priest just show me my face?"

"Ah."

"Then what about my face?"

Curious, the uncle leaned forward instead, looking forward to it.

However, Su Yang shook his head: "It's bad luck, there's bloody disaster!"

The corner of the uncle's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he turned to look at the aunt beside him: "Did he pay for the fan?"

"not yet."

The aunt was stunned for a moment, not knowing why, but she answered truthfully.

"Brother, I'm just a small business. I don't have two people coming every day. I can't make much money at all. If you don't have money, just say it. I'll just hire you. There's no need to beat us around like this."

The uncle rolled his eyes at Su Yang speechlessly, and even changed his address, a trace of resentment appeared on his face.

In fact, he was not angry about the few dollars, but because of Su Yang's deceitful behavior, which was not pure bullying of honest people.

Seeing this, Su Yang realized that his way of speaking was wrong.

When I came to dinner, I suddenly asked the boss to see the face. After seeing the face, he said that there was a bloody disaster. After that, I will help you cure it. I don’t ask for money.

If this routine is not a liar, Su Yang himself would not believe it.

However, in the face of the misunderstanding, Su Yang did not explain, but asked seriously: "Did you have a car accident some time ago on the road at your door? Moreover, there have been more than one or two accidents in recent years. rise?"

Hearing this, the uncle paused, and asked in surprise, "You, how do you know?"

"Fuck, what the Taoist priest said is not true, is it?"

"Looking at the expressions of the uncle and the aunt, I feel that there is nothing wrong with this matter."

"Damn it, the Taoist priest has been fooled by this?"

"Master Dao, please beg for the teaching of physiognomy. I want to test my girlfriend's aunt, so I can avoid it. Every time she comes, she says that her relatives are here. I'm so angry that I can't do it."

"Are you sure it's such a coincidence? Not your girlfriend..."

Seeing that the uncle was still hesitating, Su Yang turned to look at the aunt beside him again.

"The two of you only have one son, but the son is not up to the mark, so you wanted to have another child a few years ago, but you couldn't, right?"

If it was a coincidence that he guessed right before, but what happened next hit the hearts of the two of them directly.

The doubts on the uncle's face disappeared immediately, replaced by shock and disbelief, and he stuttered a bit.

"You, how did you know?"

　Thank you [Zheng Xiansen] for your reward, it cost a lot, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)