Chapter 197 197 Small Business, No Credit

"It's Mu Dawan!"

"My God! What should I do? I'm a small business."

"Shhh, keep your voice down, it'll be miserable if he hears that he smashes your stall. Let him eat an overlord's meal, make him happy and leave."

"That's right, it's good to break the wealth and avoid disaster, just break a little fortune."

Everyone's whispers fell into Mu Hanyan's ears without a word. Mu Hanyan's mouth twitched, extremely speechless. Is she so unwelcome now? Listening to these words, I feel like a plague god. This is really the live version that people don't like.

Mu Hanyan turned to look at the street stall, wanting to see what to eat. After meeting the street vendor's eyes, the vendor squeezed out a smile and said in a trembling voice, "Young Master Mu, what do you want to eat, you can eat as much as you want, it's free." This smile was uglier than crying.

Mu Hanyan snorted cold air: "I lost my appetite when I saw you." After speaking, he continued to walk forward.

The peddler felt as if he had been granted amnesty and let out a long sigh. He was very happy when he saw what Mu Dawan said he lost his appetite and left. If Mu Dawan ate breakfast at his stall and didn't pay, it would be fine. If he didn't think it was delicious, he would just blow up his stall, it would be miserable. This is his family's property.

Mu Hanyan walked all the way, and the hawkers along the way were so silent that they didn't dare to move.

Mu Hanyan walked for a while and saw a stall selling wontons. This is the place. In my impression, the wontons here taste very good. At this moment, there were two people eating at the stall. After Mu Hanyan sat down, the expressions of those two people changed. The wontons in the bowl didn't even bother to eat, so he threw down a few copper plates and ran away.

The owners of the stall are an old couple. When the old woman saw Mu Hanyan coming, her face changed, she squeezed out a smile, and was about to speak, but the old man sneered at Mu Hanyan: "Small business, no credit! If you want to eat, take the money, no The money is gone!"

As soon as these words came out, the old woman's face immediately turned snow-white, and she slapped the old man on the back: "You are crazy, this is Mu Dawan... This is Mu Da Gongzi, Mu Da of the City Lord's Mansion. Young Master." Although the two sons of Lord City Lord have the same appearance, they are very easy to identify. Because the eldest son has a dark red mole in the middle of his forehead, who else is the person in front of him other than Mu Dawan? Look at the surrounding hawkers who are avoiding snakes and scorpions, what else is there to understand?

"Good morning, eldest son, what would you like to eat? Hey, I'm confused, we only have wontons. How about two bowls, eldest son?" The old woman squeezed out a smile and asked cautiously.

"Two bowls," Mu Hanyan replied with a smile.

"What are you doing with a pestle? You're immortal, hurry up and cook!" The old woman patted the old man on the back again, but even the fool could hear the worry in her tone.

What are you worried about, what do you need to say? I'm worried that when my wife Niu's temper comes up, he will fight against Mu Dawanqin. Are there any good results?

"Let's talk about it first, the small business will not be credited... Oh, the old lady, fight again, sooner or later, you will be beaten to death."

"It's been fighting for decades, hasn't it been killed yet?"

"Hey, I know you can't bear it."

"Let's go and cook the wontons. Hurry up, we both depend on you for the coffin."

"This person eats free food, how can we save the coffin book?" The old man muttered in dissatisfaction.

"One less board, can't we pick it up by ourselves?" The old woman scolded her with akimbo.

Hahaha, Mu Hanyan finally couldn't help laughing.

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