"It's the great playboy Mu!"

"Oh my God! What should I do? I'm a small business owner."

"Shh, keep your voice down. If he hears you, he'll smash your stall and that'll be terrible. Let him eat a free meal, and then make him happy and leave."

"Yes, it's good to lose money to avoid disaster. Just a small loss will be good."

Mu Hanyan's ears were completely filled with the whispers of the crowd. Her lips twitched, and she was speechless. Was she really so unpopular now? Listening to these words, she felt like a plague. This was truly the live version of being disliked by everyone.

Mu Hanyan turned to look at the street stalls, wanting to see what to eat. When the vendor's eyes met, he forced a smile and said in a trembling voice, "Master Mu, you can eat anything you want. It's free." This smile was uglier than crying.

Mu Hanyan snorted coldly and said, "I lose my appetite when I see you." After saying that, she continued walking forward.

The vendor heaved a long sigh of relief, as if he had been pardoned. He was incredibly happy that Mu Dawanku had lost his appetite and walked away just because he saw him. If Mu Dawanku had eaten breakfast at his stall and not paid, it would have been fine. But if he found the food unpalatable and directly destroyed his stall, that would have been disastrous. This was his family's livelihood.

As Mu Hanyan walked along, the vendors on the road were silent as a cicada and didn't dare to move.

Mu Hanyan walked a bit and came across a small stall selling wontons. This was the one; I remembered their wontons being quite good. There were two people eating at the stall, and when Mu Hanyan plopped down, their faces changed. They didn't even bother to finish their wontons, just dropped a few coins and ran off.

The stall was run by an elderly couple. The old woman's expression changed when she saw Mu Hanyan approaching, but she forced a smile. Just as she was about to speak, the old man angrily shouted at Mu Hanyan, "This is a small business, no credit! If you want to eat, pay. If you don't have money, leave!"

As soon as these words came out, the old woman's face turned pale. She slapped the old man on the back and said, "Are you crazy? This is Mu Dawan... This is Mu Dagongzi, the Mu Dagongzi of the City Lord's Mansion." Although the two sons of the City Lord looked the same, they were very easy to distinguish. Because the eldest son had a bright red mole in the middle of his forehead, who else could this person be but Mu Dawanzi? Looking at the surrounding vendors avoiding him like the devil, what else could he not understand?

"Young master, good morning. What would you like to eat? Hey, I'm getting old and confused. We only have wontons here. Two bowls, young master?" The old woman forced a smile and asked cautiously.

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

"What are you standing there for? You old fool! Hurry up and cook it!" The old woman patted the old man on the back again, but even a fool could hear the worry in her tone.

What's the worry? Is there any need to explain it? I'm worried that my wife will get angry and go against Mu Dawanku. What good will that have?

"Let me make it clear first, we don't sell on credit for small business... Oh, you damn old woman, if you keep hitting me, I'll be beaten to death sooner or later."

"This has been going on for decades, but they haven't killed anyone yet, have they?"

"Hehe, I know you can't bear to leave."

"Stop talking nonsense and go make some wontons. Hurry up, our coffins are depending on you."

"This guy eats for free, how can we save enough money for a coffin?" the old man grumbled unconvinced.

"If there's a missing board, can't we pick it up ourselves?" the old woman shouted angrily, her hands on her hips.

Hahaha, Mu Hanyan finally couldn't help laughing.

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