super fantasy life

Chapter 6 Small Pilot Acupuncture

In summer, Fengcheng Night Market in Yiguo is at its busiest time.

Mo Jin and Zeng Yi found a place to sell yokan, and Zeng Yi likes yokan the most.

Yokan is a special delicacy in Fengcheng, Yiguo, and its production is very particular.

The dealer first puts the mutton stew in the warming tripod, and puts charcoal under the tripod.When a guest comes over, burn the charcoal vigorously, wait for the mutton soup to boil, and add the ingredients that the guest wants to add.How much water to add, how much meat to put in, and how long to cook, the dealer controls the heat just right.

It is best to eat yokan with dry cakes. After a meal, you will be sweating profusely, and your stomach will be as refreshing as it is.

"Zeng Yi, wait here for a while, I'll go and see if there is any biscuit seller nearby."

Mo Jin knew that Zeng Yi liked to drink yokan and just dry cakes.

"Gentleman, there is a biscuit seller two hundred steps ahead. It's my trash. If you say you eat yokan at my place, she will ask for less money from you."

The peddler's hand pointed forward.

"Okay, Zeng Yi, wait for me."

Mo Jin ran towards the biscuit seller.

"Mo Jin, hurry up"

Zeng Yi was worried, and he was also a little scared.

The night market is not stable, the slaves of various noble families and some lowly and crooked people always eat free food here to tease the women, and there are even some small doormen who collect the market tax coins from the peddlers and wives for their masters.

Zeng Yi stood there waiting for the yokan to boil, when a tall, thin man in nondescript clothes walked up to her side with a playful smile on his face.

"Jiaoren, eat yokan alone?"

The man moved closer to Zeng Yi, his face almost touching hers.

"Bored!"

Zeng Yi turned his head and took a few steps back, ignoring the man.

"Jiaoren, it's boring to eat yokan alone, how about we go forward together?"

Another tall and rough young man blocked Zeng Yi.

"Harmful!"

Zeng Yi dodged to the side.

"Xiaojiao should like this object, right?"

The stout man picked up a sheep whip and shook it in front of Zeng Yi's eyes.

"I don't know you two, go away!"

Zeng Yi glared at each other.

"Xiao Jiao, come here, let's eat together over there."

The big black haired hand of the stout man grabbed Zeng Yi's slender right hand.

"What are you doing wrong? Let me go!"

Zeng Yi struggled to break free.

"Haha, Xiao Jiao is still a little savage, I like it!"

The stout man pulled Zeng Yi into his arms with a strong wrist.

"You let me go, if you don't let go, I will call someone!"

Zeng Yi's face was flushed with anger, and his front heaved sharply.

"Hoo? Aren't you yelling now? Is it wrong for me to treat you to a tripod yokan?"

The stout man stared at Zeng Yi with bullish eyes.

"Little Jiao, what a shame, what ignorant person would dare to mess with our disciples!"

The tall and thin man held the freshly boiled yokan in his hand.

"Uncle Shan, quickly help the person who called me!"

Zeng Yi asked the yokan seller for help.

"Call someone? Do you dare?"

The burly man glared fiercely at the trafficker.

"I, I, I'm still busy, still busy, still busy."

The peddler bowed his head and fiddled with the charcoal on the stove.

Zeng Yi wanted to fight this unprovoked man by himself, but he calmed down seeing the trafficker like this.

"Son, you must be careful when you go to Fengcheng, Yiguo. No matter what kind of situation you encounter, as long as your life is not endangered, don't show your strength. Especially the exercises I taught, remember it!"

Master's farewell warning echoed in his ears, so Zeng Yi had no choice but to endure it for the time being.

"Hei Jin, I endure misbehavior, and I will wait for you to save me."

Zeng Yi has military power, and his martial power is not uncommon, Mo Jin doesn't know it, others don't know it, only Zeng Yi himself and her master know.

Zeng Yi knew very little about his master, he only knew about him and nothing else, and his master never let him ask.

The master also never let her call him master, saying that he just taught her a few self-defense techniques in his spare time so as not to be bullied by bad guys.

"Little Jiao, your little hands are red."

The big fat palm of the stout man caressed Zeng Yi's slender hand.

"Let go of me! You let me go!"

Zeng Yi struggled desperately, scolded loudly, but couldn't bear the filth, looked at the place where the biscuits were filled with ink in the distance, and hoped that he could return soon.

"Little Jiao, don't be so flustered. What are you doing? I'll feed you some yokan."

The tall, thin man with the yokan in his hand moved the hot cauldron to Zeng Yi's mouth as he spoke.

"stop!"

Mo Jin was buying dry biscuits two hundred paces away, at first he didn't pay attention to the noise here, but then he rushed over when he heard Zeng Yi's call.

"Mao boy, who do you think you are? How dare you meddle in your own business!"

The stout man didn't pay attention to Mo Jin at all.

"I'm Si Shi, let her go!"

Mo Jin was furious, and directly said his real name.

"Strong man, save me!"

Seeing that Mo Jin had spoken his real name, Zeng Yi hurriedly called him a "strong man" regardless of his situation.

"A strong man? How dare you call yourself a strong man with such a thin body? I think it's almost like pretending to be dead!"

"Hey, that's right, little hairy boy, go away, don't disturb your uncle's good business!"

The stout man hugged Zeng Yi even tighter, and the thin and tall man raised the hot cauldron to pour Zeng Yi yokan.

"I tell you to do evil!"

Mo Jin said as he slapped the dry biscuit on the stout man's face fiercely, and at the same time reached out with lightning speed and tapped twice on the thin and tall man's shoulder blades.

The thick man's forehead was slapped dry, and he hastily let go of Zeng Yi's hand.The dry biscuits were still warm, and they slapped him on the face, how could he bear it?
And the thin and tall man froze there with the hot cauldron in his hand, unable to move.The scalding hot yokan spilled on his neck, and he didn't feel it.

"Earthworm, why are you pretending to be dead in front of this kid? Come here and throw him to death!"

The stout man tore off the dry biscuits on his face, and put on a posture to fight Mo with all his might.

"Fall me to death? Can he still move?"

Mo Jin reached out and pulled Zeng Yi behind him.

"You, you, your kid knows magic? What happened to my brother?"

The stout man's heart trembled.

"He did it to himself!"

Mo Jin took Zeng Yi's hand and prepared to leave the night market.

"You can't go."

The stout man came over to stop Mo Jin and Zeng Yi.

"What do you want? Do you also want to be hit a few times?"

Mo Jin hugged Zeng Yi in his arms.

"Play dead, no, strong man, my brother is still frozen there, does it matter? Can you fix him?"

The stout man begged for ink to be exhausted.

"He'll get better after a while, remember, don't let me see you doing bad things again, or you won't let me go!"

Mo Jin and Zeng Yi walked out of the night market.

"The strong man walks slowly, the strong man walks slowly. My name is Crab, and you can greet me anytime I need my crab and my brother earthworm!"

Crab shouted at Mo Jin's back.

"It's already gone far, what a fart to please others!"

"That's right, a bullying guy."

"The young man just now seemed to have force."

"That's acupuncture, don't you understand?"

"Acupressure? That's amazing!"

The onlookers were talking.

(End of this chapter)