The Heroes of Gulong: Great Chefs from Past to Present

Chapter 753: My Friend’s Wife Is Not Welcome

Late at night in Anqing Prefecture, the entire city fell completely quiet.

An old woman with wrinkles on her face carrying a huge bamboo basket looked around
Although the streets were already empty, the street lights connected to the power lines were still flickering.

The old woman knew that the flickering street lights would remain on until the sun rose.

Anqing Prefecture is a city built by the Red Flame Dragon.

Very prosperous, but also very "luxurious".

The Red Flame Dragon didn't seem to worry about electricity, something that ordinary people had to pay for, being consumed bit by bit in the darkness.

The bamboo basket was very large and was covered with a thick cotton mattress.

For an old woman, the weight of the huge bamboo basket was enough to break her waist, so she always stood hunched over when standing on the street.

The old woman coughed twice with her hunched body, slowly raised her legs, and moved step by step towards the shade of the trees on both sides of the road.

Walking to the shade of the tree, the old woman's hunched body straightened up little by little, and then she stretched lazily.
"Hey~"

A pleasant moan came softly from the old woman's mouth.

If someone heard it, they would be surprised.

After all, the old woman's voice was always hoarse when she was hawking chestnuts.

Her voice was so hoarse that it made people feel that every shout she made was the last time she would utter a word in her life.

The old woman straightened her back, no longer looking frail, and her steps became easier, even with a slight bounce.

But as she skipped a few miles in the shade of the trees carrying the basket, she suddenly bent down.
There was a man standing in the middle of the road late at night.

A tall man, dressed very elegantly and cleanly.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, and seemed not to notice the old woman approaching.

The old woman looked at the man's back, looked down at the basket in her hand, and began to cough while covering her mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough."

A cough was heard, and the man in the middle of the road turned around and looked at the old woman.

This is a middle-aged man with a tough and clean face.

The man looked familiar, but under the dim street light, he was a little unclear.

The old woman forced a smile on her face and began to shout in a hoarse voice.

"Chestnuts. Sugar-roasted chestnuts that have just come on the market. Fragrant and hot sugar-roasted chestnuts. One cent per pound."

"Sir, would you like a pound?"

The middle-aged man listened to the old woman's voice without much change in expression, and just started analyzing.

"Anqing Prefecture is considered the most prosperous place in the world. The cost of transporting chestnuts from the place of production to here is more than a dime."

"Not to mention the labor and processing costs."

The middle-aged man concluded: "You sell these chestnuts too cheaply."

Hearing this, the old woman's cloudy eyes suddenly brightened like stars.

She suddenly understood why her chestnuts were selling so quickly tonight, but she also bowed and smiled.

"They all fell in our own yard, and we used our own firewood to make them. Whether they are cheap or not, the old woman doesn't really know."

The middle-aged man shook his head: "But everyone likes cheap things, and if such cheap chestnuts are not sold out in a whole night, it's very wrong."

The old woman shook her head: "Maybe because I look scary, people don't dare to buy too much, they just come to taste it, so there are some left."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I'm not afraid of your appearance. I have some money on me. Why don't you sell me the remaining chestnuts?"

The old woman raised her eyes to the middle-aged man and said: "Chestnuts are indeed delicious, but they have been cold for a long time. Uncle, you should come back to buy some tomorrow."

The middle-aged man reminded: "But you were just hawking."

The old woman's expression froze, and then she let out a muffled laugh.

The laughter sounded like a passing night owl, or like the snoring of a hibernating bear, strange and ferocious.

When the laughter ended, the old woman looked at the middle-aged man in front of her with a fierce look in her eyes.

"Grandma Xiong's sugar-roasted chestnuts are only sold to those whom Grandma Xiong wants to sell them to. Uncle, do you really want them?"

"why not?"

The middle-aged man replied with a smile and continued his analysis.

"After all, a chestnut that can poison a bear costs more than ten cents per pound just for the materials, right?" With a "hiss".

A bright sword light shone from the bamboo basket, and the hunchbacked old woman unfolded her graceful figure in mid-air.

Holding the sword in one hand, the sword light is like a rainbow and lightning.

With one step covering several feet, in just a moment, the 'old woman' crossed the long street and came to the middle-aged man with sword raised.

As the sound of the bamboo basket falling to the ground was heard, the middle-aged man gently stretched out a pair of fingers and sang to the dazzling sword light in front of him.

"In the past there was a beautiful lady named Gongsun, whose sword dance moved all four directions."

"The spectators are like the depressed mountains, and the heaven and earth are long low and high."

The sword light was fast and dazzling.

If we compare straightforwardness, Ximen Chuxue wins.

But if it comes to changes in moves, the 'old woman' in front of him is better.

However, in the face of such a gorgeous and varied sword dance, the middle-aged man simply pinched two fingers in front of his body and stopped it directly.

The long sword was firmly clamped, and at the same time, he felt the sword energy being actively absorbed by the middle-aged man.

The old woman's eyes widened instantly and she exclaimed.

"How did you get so much telepathy?"

The exclamation was very crisp, like the first cry of a nightingale, or like the sound of clear spring water falling on rocks.

But the middle-aged man did not answer this question. With a "hum!" he let go of the sword in his hand and laughed.

"You can try again."

The 'old woman' took back the sword and looked at the middle-aged man with his hands behind his back again, a hint of hesitation flashed across her eyes.

She also spent two days learning Lu Xiaofeng's telepathic finger technique.

But no matter how hard you try, you just can’t learn it.

But she also knew that once any weapon was caught by Lingxi's finger, the true energy in the body would be out of control and there would be no way back.

The enemy whose weapon is clamped by Lingxi's finger must either die or surrender.

There is no possibility of struggling anymore.

Although the middle-aged man in front of her clamped her sword, he was also able to absorb the true energy from her sword.

But she didn't feel that she had lost the ability to fight back.

Weapons are just weapons, they are not human hands and feet.

If you have caught the weapon, even if the opponent cannot snatch it back, just change it for another weapon.

So, this is not a matter of tacit agreement.
The sword was raised, and the aura of the 'old woman' began to flow.

This time she drew her sword faster, with more variations in her moves.

"Ding!"

A crisp voice rang out in the old woman's ears.

This time she saw more clearly.

The man in front of him did not see through his sword moves;
He could clearly see his sword that was as fast as a rainbow!!!
The opponent didn't use any moves at all.

Just pure.fast.

It was so fast that no matter how many sword moves he made, he could not avoid his fingers.

"Squeak~"

A sound of metal tearing came from the middle-aged man's fingers. The 'old woman' who wanted to take back the sword finally guessed who the middle-aged man in front of her was.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You are the Red Flame Dragon God, Li Chaofeng!!!"

His fingers loosened, leaving a deep fingerprint on the sword. Li Chaofeng looked at the "old woman" in front of him and nodded.

"So, I should call you Aunt Gongsun."

"I should still call you Leng Luosha."

"Xue Bing!"

(End of this chapter)