The bars are usually left without people in the morning, so Huo Zihong and their breakfasts are usually very conspicuously opened on the table in the center of the bar. It was a deliberately old-fashioned rectangular wooden table with a snarling sky-blue imitation Jun kiln porcelain bottle on the side and one or two dried flowers were inserted. In the middle is an exquisite and compact European-style piano model. A ballerina stands on the keys, and the toes are lightly pressed, as if the smooth music in the next second is about to emerge.

With such a delicate scene, every morning, the graceful dancer can only stare at the pickled pancakes, which is really aggrieved.

Huo Zihong got up a little late last night. When he rubbed his neck downstairs, Uncle Zhang was already scooping red date porridge. Mu Dai sat next to the table and acted coquettishly: "Uncle, give me more red dates."

Huo Zihong smiled and asked casually: "Where is ten thousand three thousand?"

Mu Dayi seemed to have not heard it, and he focused all his energy on a few dates. Uncle Zhang turned around, squeezed at her with a strange look, and then used his mouth to rush outside.

Huo Zihong had a clear idea and went out to see it first.

Ten thousand and a half were squatting at the door for horse stance, spreading their hands upwards, half a bottle of foreign wine on their head, and a black marker in the middle of their forehead wrote the word "I". When I looked closer, I saw that there were also words in the palm of my palm. The left hand was "live" and the right hand was "should".

Connected together is: I deserve it.

There are words on the top and bottom and left and right, just like a couplet posted on the door lintel during the holidays.

This kind of damage move was apart from Mu Dayi, and Huo Zihong sighed and took the wine off his head: "Come in and have a meal."

After entering the house, Tsing San, hesitated to the table and refused to sit. Huo Zihong took the spoon and stirred the porridge and said, "Who is the head of the family here? My words are useless."

Mu Dayashi's eyes turned: "My aunt Hong asked you to sit down!"

Ten thousand three thousand and one thousand shuddered, and sat down.

Huo Zihong remained silent: "So what's wrong?"

Mu Dai took the pancakes and picked up pickles, and carefully looked like gold and silver threads: "Auntie, I did a bad thing, and I covered him up, so I won't complain to you, but the small punishment and great commandments are inevitable."

Huo Zihong looked at 13,000: "Has he done a bad thing?"

Ten thousand three confessed: "Yes, boss lady, I was confused for a moment."

Kiyo said sarcastic words at the side: "It seems like you've been awake."

Huo Zihong held back his laughter and deliberately poked her with words: "Mu Day, since he came to the store for 13,000, you and him are always inconsistent with the old saying, it's not that enemies don't get together, I won't find it strange if you two hold hands in front of me one day."

Kiyo said: "I'm looking forward to that day too."

What does this mean? I suddenly become vigilant.

After wrapping the pickled vegetables from Mu Dai, he chewed them on one bite, and then threw a look at him: "Believe it or not, I will dare to wear mourning for you the next day after I pass the door?"

Yi Wan San looked at Huo Zihong with a sad face: "Boss, I have always had a heart for a long time. The little boss's wife has such an excellent character, and she deserves a better person... to match her."

...

After dinner, Uncle Zhang was doing chores as usual, and he went to the bar three thousand to prepare. Huo Zihong wanted to take a walk on the batik fabric street. The tourism popularity here is high. She was willing to buy another store, which specializes in Yunnan's specialty small handicrafts. Batik tie-dye fabric is a good choice.

Just as he was about to go out, Mu Dayi followed a few steps: "Aunt Hong, I'll be with you."

Huo Zihong was a little strange. Muyo had always been the least interested in these things, but let's go together. She was about to explain some business matters to Kiyo.

As she walked through the streets and alleys, there were more and more pedestrians, and the stalls of various snacks of fruits were also spread out along the river. Huo Zihong looked at it as she walked, while Mu Dayi never stepped three steps beyond her. From time to time, she looked around with caution.

She had thought about it. If Luo Ren had really arrived here, the target would be Aunt Hong. She would have to stay away from Aunt Hong. If Luo Ren turned to deal with the people in the store...

I would like to remind Uncle Zhang in the past two days. As for the kind of 13,000, if you sacrifice, you should sacrifice it and treat it as eliminating the harm for the people.

...

In the bar, his fingers are flying like a thousand three thousand, and the keyboard is slammed. In the latest update, his forest owner's wife has already implicitly revealed "love" to him.

The netizens who followed the post were obviously also excited.

——Damn! I have guessed that this woman has a bad intention, and it turns out!

——The author holds on! You must never surrender!

——I don’t think so. I suggest that the poster pretend to agree, hold the bar in his hand and kick her away!

——There are all straight men who have cancer on the upper floor. They have their own bars and fall in love with their own guys. What's the point of being too much?

...

Ten thousand three suddenly felt a chill on my back.

The id called "Is it natural to pay off debts" appears again.

——I wondered, the poster doesn’t work well every day, and it’s so fun. Is the bar work very leisurely?

***

Luo Ren did not stay in the inn.

He bought a purely old-fashioned Naxi-style house with three squares and one screen wall, and surrounded by inns, which made it more hidden, but the location was excellent. When you open the wooden lattice window on the second floor, you can see the most lively streets and alleys.

There is no need to even push it open. This is an old-fashioned wooden flower window. Under the hollowed-out plum blossom carvings, there are eighty-one small panes, which are made of according to the picture of "Ninety-nine Cold War". The lattices used to be covered with paper and gauze, but now they are all transparent glass. In addition, the branches and leaves hanging on the flower walls are so good that they can peek without revealing their own excellent position.

Luo Ren stood in front of the window, condescending to look at Mu Dayi with great interest.

In fact, the first thing I saw was Huo Zihong, but as I looked at him, my eyes couldn't help but turn to Mu Dayi.

How to say it, she followed Huo Zihong and looked around from time to time and looked around and looked provocatively. The meaning was very obvious: she knew that someone was watching from the side, and she also wanted to send a message "If you mess with me, come and try it."

It's like a little wolf dog grinning and screaming fiercely, but he never really bites it, at best...

Luo Ren couldn't help but reach out and touched his shoulder.

At best, just hit him. Now, she spread her wings like an old hen to protect Huo Zihong, thinking he wouldn't dare to do anything?

***

Mu Dai fulfilled his loyalty, accompanied Huo Zihong, and returned with her.

Huo Zihong felt that she was strange: "Miyo, you are all weird today. You said you have accompanied me all the way and traveled thousands of miles. Have you remembered what I told you today?"

Aunt Hong told her something?

Seeing Mu Dai's appearance, Huo Zihong knew that she was absent-minded and shook her head and entered the bar. As soon as Mu Dai followed in, Uncle Zhang greeted her: "Little boss lady, is someone giving you something?"

Kiyo was surprised: "Me?"

"Yeah, right?" Uncle Zhang signaled to her a small box on the table next to her, "Express."

I always feel happy when receiving the express delivery, but there are actually only a few people who know her address. Who? Master? Wan Fenghuo? Could it be that... Cao Yanhua?

Mu Dai was half surprised and half happy. He used the key tooth to cut the plastic tape that sealed the mouth. As soon as he opened it, her face was wrong. After a while, she picked up the box and looked at it, and she was a little annoyed: "Uncle Zhang, can this be a courier?"

Uncle Zhang wondered: "What's wrong? The bomb I sent?"

When he came over and saw that he understood why. There was no express delivery order on the box. In other words, it was not a normal delivery procedure. But it was not his fault. Sometimes the store was busy, and he was too lazy to look up when the express delivery came. Generally, he would be nunny: "No, throw it on the table."

The courier was also not vague: "Then, uncle, I'll sign for you."

It’s better to be straightforward and convenient. Who has the time to check it out for her? Could it be that the bomb she really sent?

He leaned his head into the box, and afterwards he reached out and took out a bag of strawberries.

The particles are rosy and full of colors. To be honest, this express is really a "express" and the water droplets on the strawberries are still there.

Uncle Zhang said: "Isn't this good? Don't girls love to eat strawberries?"

Yi Wansan also stretched out his head and looked here: "Do you send strawberries anonymously? Little boss lady, is someone chasing you?"

He commented: "But this person is too affordable, at least he can give him a flower. This is not good, the little boss lady, the one who starts giving fruits and strawberries, if you really fall in love, you can only receive garlic and green onions..."

Mu Dai suddenly became angry. He grabbed the bag and threw it into the trash can under the table, then turned around and left.

Uncle Zhang and Yi San did not move.

After a long time, even though his eyes were unable to move away from the strawberry, he cleared his throat: "Uncle, look at our little boss lady, this is too... a waste."

"Yes." Uncle Zhang's voice was also very serious, "Is this... called cream strawberry? It costs more than twenty pounds?"

The two of them had a rare collision with the fire of the same idea.

md, it’s useless to not eat.

***

In the evening, Mu Dai looked at it and mentioned what he was worried about to Huo Zihong. Huo Zihong was both angry and funny: "You are talking so hard all day long, is it for this?"

Muday was anxious: "If it weren't for the lack of conclusive evidence, I would have wanted to call the police. Aunt Hong, if that person was really an accomplice of the murderer, how dangerous it would be."

Huo Zihong smiled: "What does that have to do with me?"

"I just asked about the incident back then. Professor Li was my teacher. Do students have any problems with the teacher?"

Mu Dai suddenly remembered the photo in Li Tan's wallet, and rushed to his lips and pressed it down.

Huo Zihong shook his head and sighed: "I don't know what you are doing, and I can't understand any hypnotic portraits. I'm not afraid of being a bad person. Is there no kingly law in the world?"

What does this have to do with Wang Fa? This aunt Hong is really angry with her.

***

Mu Dayi decided to follow his own way. Anyone who wants to touch Aunt Hong or her family will definitely not be allowed.

No matter how troubles Huo Zihong has during the day, she still stubbornly follows her. She either doesn't sleep or is extremely alert at night. If a martial arts practitioner keeps reminding her, even the lightest sound can make people wake up quickly.

But it wasn't a stubborn fight. After a few days, the face showed clues. The boss's eyes were dark circles under his eyes. Ten thousand Wan San asked her in wonder: "Little boss lady, have you been a thief tonight?"

thief?
To be continued...