Chapter 1621

The shopkeeper was shocked: "my son wasn't fed the bug at that time?"

Duanmu Ya looked and nodded, "it's very possible."

The shopkeeper's wife didn't understand, "my son is the person who is most afraid of insects. If someone feeds him insects, he will certainly not eat them. Even if he is forced to eat them, he will certainly tell us that he can't say nothing."

"Yes."

The shopkeeper also felt that his wife was reasonable. "Although liang'er is only three years old, he is very smart and knows that he is afraid of insects. He will get sick and hurt when he meets insects. He won't tell adults nothing."

Duanmu yawang smiled. "These insects must be very small at first, and they live on human gastric juice. If you want people to eat them, the best way is to hide them directly in food and let people eat them unconsciously."

"Ah!"

After entering Duanmu yawang, the shopkeeper's wife suddenly remembered something, patted her thigh and said in surprise: "I remember. After the man left for a while, I saw liang'er eating a cake. I've never seen the appearance of the cake before. I asked him again. Liang'er said it was given by his uncle."

Speaking of this, the shopkeeper's wife bit her finger and regretted: "there are usually kind-hearted guests in the inn who are very friendly to children. Touch their heads and give them a little money to buy sugar melons, or some snacks bought outside to give them to children, so such things are very common, so I didn't care about that time..."

The shopkeeper sighed: "things have happened. Don't blame yourself, son. No one expected that someone would be so cruel to the child because of a little dispute."

The shopkeeper's wife was terrified: "next time, when we deal with the affairs of the inn, we should be gentle. Don't really accumulate resentment, otherwise..."

"I understand, I understand."

The shopkeeper is also afraid that things in his inn will involve his family, which is not worth the loss.

Duanmu yawang listens to the dialogue between the two, and her eyes are warm.

However, the business still needs to be discussed: "guys, what I want to know now is something about that person. Did he mention something about himself when he stayed in your inn? For example, where is he from? What are his preferences?"

The shopkeeper and his wife shook their heads in confusion, "I can't remember."

Duanmu Ya looked at her eyebrows and screwed up, "this must be thought about."

The shopkeeper was also anxious, but he was still very helpless. "That man has a very strange temper. He has rarely talked to people, and the room won't let us in. He won't talk to us about some of his own things."

Duanmu yawang is helpless. She dares to say so many things about that person, but she can't get what she needs?

The shopkeeper's wife looked at Duanmu yawang and began to worry. She just wanted to speak. Duanmu yawang thought of something and said to the shopkeeper, "do you know anything about the waiter of your inn?"

"Yes!"

A word woke up the dreamer. The shopkeeper didn't eat any food. He quickly put down his dishes and chopsticks. "I'll go to the Inn and call someone over to see if he remembers something."

Then he left in a hurry.

The shopkeeper's wife couldn't eat any more. She looked at Duanmu and said, "Miss Duanmu, please eat quickly. You're still testing during the day. You should be tired. Eat well and don't worry about us."

"OK."

Duanmu yawang and the little white deer were really hungry and were not polite. They nodded and ate seriously.

The shopkeeper's wife looked at Duanmu yawang and ate. Sometimes she would help the little white deer with vegetables. She smiled gently and diluted her sadness. "Miss Duanmu, your sister and brother have a good relationship."

The fake sister and brother looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

The little white deer was very proud. "That's right. She has only one brother. Can't she be good to me?"

As soon as the shopkeeper's wife basks in the sun, she looks at Duanmu yawang and the little white deer. She sighs, "your parents are so happy. Both sisters and brothers are so excellent."

Duanmuya looked embarrassed and said to his wife, "your son is also very cute."

"Yes."

The shopkeeper's wife took a loving look at the bedside. "My son is not only cute, but also very smart. He is smarter than the children next door in learning anything. Everyone praises him."

When the shopkeeper's wife talked about her son, she became eloquent and kept talking about some interesting things about her son.

Duanmu yawang knew that she wanted to talk now and didn't interrupt. She listened to her carefully while eating. Sometimes she needed to say two more words when she needed to.

The shopkeeper's wife nagged for a long time and found that she seemed to say too much and was a little embarrassed. "Miss Duanmu, I make you laugh. Women like me nag endlessly."

Duanmu yawang shook his head.

The shopkeeper's wife said strangely, "Miss Duanmu, it's already 13th Street. I seem to have heard that you came all the way from 70th street to 13th Street, right?"

"Yes."

The shopkeeper's wife praised: "Miss Duanmu is really powerful. If my son wakes up, I'll let him practice hard and be a person as powerful as you."

Duanmu yawang heard strangely, "madam, you are now from 13th Street, and your strength must be good..."

"No, we have accumulated blessings from our ancestors." the shopkeeper's wife was very open and said with a smile: "we have lived here for generations. We have not been promoted from street to street. My husband's family also depends on an inn to make a living. In terms of strength, it must not be as good as those who have been promoted from street to street."

Duanmu yawang smiled and didn't know what to say.

The shopkeeper's wife didn't feel embarrassed. She looked at her son and asked Duanmu yawang, "Miss Duanmu, are you from outside?"

"Yes."

The shopkeeper's wife looked forward to: "I heard that people outside can live for a long time. It is said that they can live for 60 years?"

Duanmuya looks forward to a meal and wants to tell her that if someone has good practice, he can be one or two hundred years old.

However, somehow, she felt that it was cruel to say such words to people in exile street. She just nodded, "well, you can live to 60."

"That's nice."

The shopkeeper's wife was envious and sighed, "it's good for us to have more than 40. But we don't have the ability. If we have the ability to cultivate well, if we enter the polar region, we can live to 50 or 60."

Duanmu yawang took a mouthful of food into his mouth and asked, "haven't you taken the test?"

"Yes."

The shopkeeper's wife said with a smile: "however, we are not talented enough. Cultivation is not suitable for us. We are in our twenties and thirties. The test value is still far from enough when we participate, so we gave up and are not very keen on cultivation."

"Plain also has plain blessing." duanmuya looked at Wen's voice and comforted.

The shopkeeper's wife was really open-minded and nodded in agreement. "Yes, thanks to the blessing of our ancestors, we can heal our food and clothing and live a comfortable life. I heard that people born in low areas can't even eat. If they want to live better, they have to struggle up the street."

"HMM." Duanmu yawang agreed with him after seeing how people in the low-level area live.

The people on 70th Street are very pitiful. Sometimes the poor people are hateful.

"However, in fact, my husband and I still want to go out and have a look." the shopkeeper's wife looked at Duanmu yawang and said with envy: "it's said that it's wide, big and beautiful outside. It's boring if people stay at home all their life."

Duanmu yawang also ate almost. He put down his chopsticks and poured water for himself. During this period, he hesitated and said, "madam, it doesn't mean that people in exile Street will leave exile Street..."

The shopkeeper's wife answered, "it won't last long, will it?"

Duanmu looked and nodded.

The shopkeeper's wife pulled the corners of her mouth and said helplessly, "that's true. And we still have liang'er. We went out and lived for several years. It's nothing to bury, but we can't hurt liang'er. He still needs us now."

Duanmuya looked at her and said nothing.

Somehow, the shopkeeper's wife burst into tears: "in fact, I often talk about this problem with liang'er's father. Sometimes I think, if liang'er is not around, we can be free without scruples. Will God hear our idea, so God punished us like this?"

Chatting, around this topic, the little white deer still eating were stunned.