Airborne in the daughter country, the baby will be born at the beginning

Chapter 30 Fortune-telling for the Blind [Metaphysics]

(thirty)
The deep alleys are covered with brown ink, and the stone walls of the [Southern Song Dynasty] are extremely huge.

Like a labyrinth of brand-new pavilions, like steep and bumpy rubble.

They trotted all the way, holding hands and soon left the market.

There are different [markets] in the crowded [small streets].

With a more brilliant vitality than [fireworks], what catches the eye is the twisted and wrestled path.

Wang Xuan's fingers groped for the stone tip that he had experienced, and the [smoke] sprayed out by the [food shop] day and night had been dyed blue and black.

Swiping left and right, the wind flowing on the chest is fragrant and sweet.

Especially in [Lin'an City], the whole street is like a [steamed cake] stove, and the stone walls of the corridors with bar codes are like pipelines for the flow of blood.

"It feels like living in heaven..."

Wang Xuan kept holding Wang Shiyu's hand, and he completely forgot the reason why he was a [woman].

Fortunately, there was free [steam] blocking the narrow alley.

Vague crowds are wandering around countless corners.

Sitting on the first floor of the wonton shop with water drops.

Wang Shiyu was holding wonton in his mouth, affectionately.

Steam flew out of her mouth, and she wanted to catch it with chopsticks.

After a short trial, his eyes involuntarily ran to Wang Xuan's and met his eyes.

She seemed to have some emotions that could not be expressed, and an intriguing shyness filled her face for an instant.

She hurriedly put down her chopsticks and stretched her hands in the air, while Wang Xuan lowered his head to pick out the dried shrimps that were spinning rapidly in his eyes.

"hiss…"

Wang Shiyu let out a strange cry, and looked at [herself] in front of her angrily.

Wang Xuan shook his head, aiming his chopsticks at a white wonton.

I saw "Vinegar..." once.

The meat pulp in the wonton overflows in big mouthfuls, brewing into a meal [authentic broth].

She raised her hand and called softly, "Boss, have another bowl..."

Wang Xuan raised his head and thought for a moment, then lowered his head heavily.

There was a "tsk tsk tsk..." tone in his ears.

He was still dangling in the bowl with the chopsticks between his fingers, and when the bowl of neat wontons was placed on the table again, the wontons that belonged to him were punctured one by one.

Wang Shiyu snatched the ravioli that were already crumbled.

The soup splashed, exuding a little residual heat.

She looked at the residual heat floating up with the morning smoke, lowered her head and pushed the newly baked [wonton] on the table and handed it to him.

Wang Xuan stared at them without saying a word, then raised his chopsticks and pierced them one by one.

He was obviously a little [angry].

"If you don't eat it, don't mess with it, okay?"

Wang Shiyu pouted and said seriously, on her arm was a [punctured] slightly [dry] delicacy.

He hummed angrily, then raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath.

"Vinegar..." Another [Chaos] that was punctured was [strangled] in the cradle.

"hiss…"

There was an extremely impatient voice, and Wang Shiyu bent over and stood up.

Her chopsticks were stuck between her index finger and thumb like a sickle, and Wang Xuan's hand was staring straight into her eyes.

It seemed like it was waiting for something.

just move lightly...

After a while, [complete wontons in Wang Xuan's bowl] were snatched into Wang Shiyu's bowl one after another.

She said something about [wasting food] with disdain.

"Whether you like to eat or not..."

Wang Xuan slammed one into his mouth and ate one, showing an indignant expression.

"I'm uncomfortable..." He muttered, chewing non-stop.

After a while, he threw the chopsticks on the table again, making an extremely unpalatable expression.

"You brought me here on purpose, and you don't want me to eat well, do you?!"

She also slapped her chopsticks on the table and stared at Wang Xuan.

"It's really not a good thing..."

What Wang Xuan heard seemed to be [abusive language], but when he reacted, these [abusive language] made him feel a little bit of joy.

"It's really unpalatable..."

"And it's not as strong as half of our [Pingyong Country]..."

Wang Xuan whispered, curled his lips, and looked at Wang Shiyu again.

Unexpectedly, this guy took out [copper coins] from his cuff in the next second, got up and left.

"Hey, what are you doing..."

Wang Xuan shouted, allowing the figure to become shallower and shallower.

When people chased her, she had already stood in front of [Tangtang Ren] for a long time.

"Sir, what else do you want?"

An old man was pointing to the [little dolls] on the [drawing] to choose one by one for her.

"this…"

"this…"

"And this, I want to..."

Wang Shiyu held five [female dolls] in her hand, and she planned to buy all the [female dolls].

"Have you finished eating?"

Wang Xuan rushed to the side, but she was reluctant to respond with a dark face.

"Why, are you angry too?"

He smiled and said [Wang Shiyu] didn't look much better.

Compared with [Wonton], she actually wants to eat [Candy Man].

"I promise, I will never mess with you this time..."

"real…"

Wang Xuan asked for the price while talking, handed it over properly, and looked at her with a smile on his face.

"It's almost..."

She pushed the [girls] in her hand to Wang Xuan, and picked up the ones she had just made.

"Why don't you buy some [boys]..."

Wang Xuan originally wanted to say, but [women] in [Ping Yongguo] probably don't like [boys]...

"Boss, besides the ten [female dolls] on the [drawing], can you make some other [girls] here?"

The old man shook his head, then looked at Wang Xuan and grinned again.

"I don't have girls here..."

"But besides girls, [women] do have a..."

Wang Xuan nodded and asked sincerely.

"where is it?"

I saw the old man handing the last [doll] just made to Wang Shiyu.

After picking up the guy, things went upside down again.

He said while doing it, the technique is quite skillful, like a fire.

"Aren't the two guest officers husband and wife?"

Both of them were overwhelmed by a sudden question.

"Yes…"

"Or isn't it?..." Wang Xuan said half with half panting.

Wang Shiyu nodded, covered his throat with his hand and said expressionlessly, "Isn't it..."

The old man grinned when he heard this, and looked at Wang Xuan who was on the side again.

"I understand…"

He was smothered in the sugar juice tossed and turned in the [sugar pan], and turned his head towards a [shop] in the back.

"The two guest officials, would you like to have a play [drawing lots and fortune-telling]?"

"There was a [blind Taoist priest] there, who was said to know everything and know everything..."

"Nine out of ten people and things he has calculated will come true in the end, and they can be calculated [in the past] [in the future]..."

Wang Xuan listened with a disdainful smile, "Then he should be a liar..."

The old man raised his head, glanced at Wang Xuanfu and smiled.

"Not necessarily, it's just that the guest officials can play if they are interested..."

"Believe it is good, believe it is bad, believe it is not..."

Unconsciously, Wang Xuan turned around and took a look.

Sure enough, there was a black sign outside the shop, with a group of large characters written on it in shock.

"[Acquainted with Heaven and Earth]..."

The [Taoists] of the [Southern Song Dynasty] recorded a lot of [ox ghosts and snake spirits] in the [historical process].

Although [belief in gods] is a kind of [feudal superstition] tradition from ancient times.

But logically speaking, the [tricks] of this liar are too good to be true...

"But it's a good suggestion, isn't it?"

Wang Shiyu interrupted Wang Xuan's thoughts.

"Yes, you can play for a while..."

As Wang Xuan said, they began to approach the shop.

At the end, he glanced at the old man who was still doing his work.

"There aren't many people today, I should be ready when you come out..."

Wang Xuan nodded and touched the passing black flag.

"[Acquainted with Heaven and Earth]—"

"[omniscient]--"

There were not many customers entering the shop.

In the corner on the far left, the Taoist priest was stroking his beard by himself.

Sunglasses hung on the tip of the nose, a plate of peanuts and a jug of white wine were placed on the table.

"Boom..."

As soon as Wang Xuan's butt sat down, the Taoist laughed.

"Sir, you are here..."

(End of this chapter)