"Hmph, Lady Dong Shi, if this is how you do business, this old man will not patronize you again."
"Better you don't come, you rag-picker Wu, this old lady only sells two hundred and fifty bowls of noodles daily, not one more. If you don't eat, there are plenty of others who will!"
Lady Dong Shi, hands on hips, immediately starts to scold with tilted eyes, creating a variety of curses that entertain the other diners in the noodle stall, filling the air with notes of mirth.
With such a distraction, the focal point of the conversation shifted from Yi Chen teasing the beautiful girl to Scholar Wu picking rags.
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"Damn your mom! Which decent family's daughter would practice 'Great Vajra Divine Power', such a tough skill?"
At the end of the long street, Yi Chen looks back at the chaos at the noodle stall, spits on the ground, grinds it with his shoe, then begins to stroll with his hands behind his back.
His eyes constantly scan the street as if looking for something.
