Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Chapter 155 The last guest in the late night cafeteria

Late at night, Stone Street was a little more noisy than usual.

In response to the Governor's Palace's call for the whole city to celebrate the rainy season and the people's carnival response, Yiying catering workers on Xiangshan Road also began to work overtime late at night, adding to the reputation of the old capital as the "city that never sleeps" .

It was at this time that Wang Luo returned to his loyal place, Meiyuan, and started his night shift life.

After welcoming and sending off countless customers, the hustle and bustle on Xiangshan Road began to gradually subside. Seeing that there was not much left in the preparation and there were no more new customers coming in, the boss of Meiyuan called Wang Luo to prepare to close the stall.

However, at this moment, an unattractive old man stretched out his hand to lift the door curtain, walked in, naturally found an empty table and sat down, picked up the menu on the table, glanced at it, and started ordering.

"Two skewers of mutton, a plate of pickled radish, a glass of rice wine, and a piece of fried rice."

The shop owner hesitated for a moment, and was about to say that the shop was closed when Wang Luo already greeted him: "There are no more mutton skewers. Let's cook the eggplant with minced meat instead. Boss, cook one portion of eggplant."

"Are you the boss or am I the boss... You shouldn't hire part-time workers. It's still fun to work alone." The shop owner muttered, lit a fire and took the minced meat that he just put in from the black ice. The box was taken out.

On the other side, Wang Luo went to the wine vat and scooped out wine for the new guests. He also put a few stacks of radish slices in the pickle box and brought them to the table.

The old man nodded and thanked him, then skillfully took out a pair of wooden chopsticks soaked by the breeze from the chopstick holder, tasted a piece of radish, and nodded again.

"Salt is used very well."

The shop owner was immediately surprised: "Expert."

The old man added: "But the knife skills are a bit poor, and the taste of the radish is not good enough."

The shop owner then said, "You know nothing!"

Wang Luo said: "The boss injured his hand, so his knife skills must be poor. If you come back tomorrow, you can try another plate of pickled radishes. I cut the new batch."

The shop owner scolded: "What do you mean, part-time job?!"

The old man said: "If the meridians of your arm are damaged, you can go to the library of Ningyuan Pavilion and borrow a copy of [Shaoyang Lun]. If you practice it to the third level, the injury will be repaired."

The shop owner scolded again: "Fuck, how can such a cheap thing be done? I went to see a doctor before, and they said that to cure the damage to the meridians, I need to spend at least half a year in a special Cave Heaven Paradise, and the cost starts at 20 spiritual leaves..."

The old man didn't explain any more, and just sipped the wine and ate the food in silence. When he was halfway through the wine, he saw that the other guests had already left, and he suddenly said to Wang Luo, "Can you tell me a story?"

Wang Luo was startled, then smiled and said, "Of course."

Generally speaking, only half of the diners who come to Meiyuan late at night come for the oral pleasure, while the other half come for the uncontrollable desire to talk.

Complain, brag, say a few drunken words...these are the best side dishes to pair with wine.

Although the old man in front of him has an unattractive appearance and mediocre cultivation, he comes alone late at night. He does not look like one of those working overtime workers who are starving to the point of darkness. Therefore, he should prefer night chats to late night snacks. .

Wang Luo brought a newly scooped cup of rice wine to the table: "I'll treat you to this cup, and then you can start your story."

"That's right, I have something bothering me recently." The old man said, "A guest is coming to the house, a distinguished guest. And then, to welcome the guest, the house must be cleaned up, and don't let others come and see the joke... But the children at home are not sensible and have to fight and make noise at this time, which is a headache."

The shopkeeper who was sitting in Dianshao immediately resonated with the words and planned to complain, denounced his daughter's unfilial piety and the pain of being a middle-aged widower.Although he had nothing special to do in his life, he only managed a late-night shop, but for some reason, he had a very precise eye for people, and he could always identify the widowers in the crowd at a glance, and then resonate with them in the same way.

But before he spoke, Wang Luo asked first, "Is your story really just a story?"

The old man smiled: "Of course it's a story, otherwise what else could it be referring to?"

"Okay, then I'll just listen to it as a story."

The old man said: "In fact, I usually don't pay much attention to the children's fights. After all, children always fight for candy, morale, love, and even simple bullying. Occasionally, they will be beaten to a bloody head. As long as it has nothing to do with the overall situation, I will let them mess around, but this time..."

Wang Luo asked: "This time you lost etiquette in front of distinguished guests and made you feel very embarrassed?"

The old man shook his head: "I have indeed lost face, but it doesn't matter. At my age, I don't value face that much. It's just that this time, my sister was involved in the fight..."

The shop owner happened to come out with fried rice at this time. Hearing this, he asked casually: "Oh? Is it beautiful?"

"..." The old man glanced at him, and then said slowly, "She is very beautiful, and she is still young. She and I are not biological siblings. Many times when I see her, it is like seeing my eldest daughter."

"It's not easy to raise a daughter." The shopkeeper sighed, shook his head and went back to the kitchen to cook the eggplants.

The old man nodded, thanked him again, and then continued his story: "My sister has never been very understanding of the ways of the world, but she is quite smart and always does things in a measured way. I am also a little lax about dealing with things." Her care...and then she did something stupid."

At this time, Wang Luo had already finished the work at hand, so he simply scooped up a glass of wine for himself and sat down opposite the old man: "What's wrong with her?"

"When children fight, she is too busy trying to start a fight. She still ends up fighting, but she still helps bad kids."

Wang Luo frowned: "Why?"

"Because she fell in love with that child many years ago."

"..." Wang Luo took a sip of wine and wanted to ask: I remember you just said that she is still young?
However, the owner in the back kitchen interrupted Wang Luo's question with a "f*ck" cry.

"I understand you so well! The most fearful thing about raising a daughter is that she falls in love blindly!"

The old man couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard the words: "That's the truth, but who can stop the word love? She has been lacking in character since she was a child, but someone took advantage of her, and her love is deeply rooted. Even if she has a family and a house, she still won't forget her... I really can't do anything to her."

The shop owner gasped: "Damn it, you are worse than me! You have a family and a house... No, you haven't been defrauded of money and sex, right?"

"That's not true, bad boys don't have the guts yet." The old man said, and couldn't help but snorted. An uncontrollable chill slightly penetrated into the wine glass in his hand, causing the rice wine to freeze instantly.

It's just that after the cold, there is frustration.

"Unfortunately, sometimes I would rather she was defrauded of money and sex, so that she could at least wake up a little bit." The old man said, "Now I can only let her sleep first and forget all the messy things, but this is obviously not the case. Long-term solution... Thinking of this, I really don't even think about entertaining guests anymore, so I might as well come out for some air and find someone to complain to."

The shop owner also sighed: "Well, as a parent, you always have to worry about your children."

Wang Luo, who was not a parent, found it difficult to empathize with the two widowers. Hearing the old man sighing when he spoke, he couldn't help but suggest: "In that case, it's better to let her play Taixu scrolls."

(End of this chapter)