Chen Changyuan forced a smile and didn't respond.
He knew in his heart that the scars Xiaoya had left on his heart were not easily erased. But after being reborn, he realized that dwelling on the past would only hold him back.
After the two finished their meal, Lao Yuantou took Chen Changyuan to a remote alley in a mysterious manner.
Deep in the alley, there is a low tiled house with a tattered sign hanging on the door. The words "Lao Tie Pu" can be vaguely made out.
The gatekeeper turned out to be a woman, tall and strong, with wheat-colored skin that shone with a healthy glow in the sun.
She held a hammer in one hand and a red-hot shovel in the other. Sparks flew and the clanging sound was deafening.
Seeing Lao Yuantou and Chen Changyuan, she stopped what she was doing and asked in a gruff voice, "What would you like to order?"
The old man walked forward with a smile:
"Sister Cuihua, long time no see. You're still so energetic! Let me introduce you. This is my nephew, Chen Changyuan."
The woman named Cuihua looked Chen Changyuan up and down, with a hint of admiration in her eyes:
"Looks pretty strong, young man! What do you want to fight?"
Old Yuantou said quickly: "Sister Cuihua, we are not here to work as a blacksmith today. We want to find your master and ask him for help with something."
Cuihua put down the shovel in her hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her rough hands:
"Master is traveling. I don't know when he will be back. If you have anything to say, just tell me."
Old Yuantou leaned close to Cuihua's ear and whispered a few words.
After hearing this, Cuihua's expression changed slightly:
"This is... a bit tricky! Are you sure you want to do this?"
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