In the alley.

The gnocchi shop with the smoke rising.

"Come on, three of you're the dumpling soup."

With a greeting, the boss's wife enthusiastically brought three bowls of pasta with side dishes to Wang Wu and others.

"Hey, thank you, the shopkeeper." Wang Wu rubbed his hands with a smile and took one of them.

Knowing that she was not dressed up cleanly, she also specially chose a seat in the corner, not wanting to prevent others from opening the door to do business.

"What are you thanking? It's okay, just tell me what else you need." He kindly helped the woman in red and the woman in cold face put the bowl on, and the proprietress turned around and walked away to entertain other guests.

"I said I'll treat you to a meal, so you can eat this?"

The woman in red looked down at the dumpling soup in front of her and raised her eyebrows in a complicated expression.

"Otherwise, what do you want to eat early in the morning?"

He pulled out two chopsticks from the chopstick cage quickly, and Wang Wu turned them over and put them on the table to knock them together.

"Don't think that this dumpling soup is light, it will nourish your stomach when you eat it in the morning."

"You still understand this?"

I no longer continue to worry about how to eat the things in front of me.

The woman in red also imitated Wang Wu's appearance and took a pair of chopsticks and held it in her hand.

He knocked at the table again seriously, and Wang Wu was confused.

Uh, aren’t her chopsticks already aligned? Why are you still knocking?

What Wang Wu didn't know was that the woman in red just wanted to follow the local customs.

So I deliberately imitated some of her small actions, just to think that it was to understand the living habits of the people in the martial arts world.

After a breath, I don’t know what kind of mental journey I experienced, but the cold-faced woman actually followed and knocked her chopsticks on the table.

Although she knew there was no need to do this, since even the woman in red did this, she had to do it with her.

After all, you should not let the woman in red be embarrassed alone.

So in the end, only Wang Wu, the person who took the lead, fell into a daze of confusion.

The other two have already started eating.

"Um."

She pursed her thin lips and tasted the noodle soup in her hand lightly. The woman in red seemed to have experienced the taste in it carefully.

Then he made a sound comment.

"Yes, although the taste is not delicious, it is better to use the ingredients to fill the stomach."

"Oh, it's pretty decent."

After laughing jokingly, Wang Wu did not wonder about the strange behavior of the master and servant.

Just hold up my own bowl and drink the soup along the edge of the bowl.

In Luoyang in May, the sun is already a little hot.

So although it's still morning, the sun is inevitably dazzling.

Wang Wu, who looked up and drank the soup, squinted his eyes unconsciously.

When the woman in red saw this scene, she quickly threw away the three or four dried bamboo shoots from her bowl with her hands and eyes.

She doesn't like to eat bamboo shoots, and the mouth just now has already caused her tongue to numb.

So don't want her to touch these bamboo shoots again.

The cold-faced woman who was about to say something was about to open her mouth, but the woman in red stared fiercely. She could only close her mouth in a grievance and bury her head and use her chopsticks to pull up her breakfast.

“Hmm~”

On the other hand, Wang Wu, who drank half of the bowl of dough in one breath, finally put down the bowl in his hand and wiped his mouth happily. At the same time, he felt as if he was quite comfortable to exhale a little warmth in his belly.

"It turns out that I have to drink soup like this in the morning. I can make you have the strength to make you last a morning."

While saying that, she patted her arm twice with satisfaction.

Is this man a coolie who runs errands...

The cold-faced woman in a bad mood raised her head and glanced at Wang Wu, curled her lips as if she was indecisive, and thought to herself in a depressed mood.

But the girl in red was amused and smiled like a flower.

After all, she had never seen anyone who spoke to her so vulgarly.

"Haha, the girl is really in character. By the way, my name is Guan Yuezhi. She is my maid, Xiao Jin. I don't know what the girl is called?"

"Oh." Wang Wu said with a smile on his face, grinning.

"Just call me Wang Wu, the Three Horizon Kings, the Heavenly Stems Wu."

...

When Wang Wu finished speaking, Guan Yuezhi and the cold-faced girl named Xiao Jin stopped the movements in their hands.

However, they quickly returned to normal, so they did not cause Wang Wu to have too many doubts.

"Three horizontal kings, heavenly stems Wu?"

As if he wanted to confirm something more, Guan Yuezhi looked at Wang Wu and repeated this sentence again.

"Yes, is there any problem?"

Wang Wu blinked in confusion. She had an inexplicable feeling that the other party seemed to have heard of her own name.

"Ah, nothing." Maybe after a while, he turned and smiled as if relieved, Guan Yuezhi waved his hand.

"It's just that I have a distant cousin whose name is similar to yours, so I just didn't react for a while. But if I really want to say, Wang Wu, shouldn't this name be used more for men?"

The topic was changed lightly and another irrelevant question was raised.

Wang Wu's thoughts were led by Guan Yuezhi to the side and no longer cared about what happened just now.

"Ha, this name is really not good, but unfortunately I can't do anything about it. As far as I can remember, I only remember this name about my life experience. I can't, throw it away..."

Listening to Wang Wu's obvious sound, he had become lighter.

I watched her continue to drink the dumpling soup again.

Guan Yuezhi seemed to have thought of something, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

People in the world say that the emperors of the dynasty were strict in their rule, but how many things did the people sitting in that seat could do as they please.

Especially behind some people, there are various complex pasts and pasts hidden.

There are more than 330 days a year, and the government must be managed for more than 365 days.

There are more than twenty days left, and festivals and sacrifices need to be arranged.

With less than ten days left, that is the time that truly belongs to you.

In this way, you need to find an excuse to go into seclusion to practice so that it is convenient to cover it up.

But even though I'm so tired.

But even so, I was already staring at the countless pairs of eyes and couldn't breathe.

But some things still cannot be changed.

Just like, there is still no place to live in front of you.

Just like myself, I can’t imagine what it feels like to be reluctant to forget a name.

Does everything I do really make sense?

I don't know where this problem comes from.

There was a mist in the gnocchi stall.

The constable in the distance was patrolling and shouting.

The people nearby can only complain about difficulties.

One or two people from the martial arts world were rushing out of the city with their swords.

There must be someone in the world to bear it.
Chapter completed!