Although the long-haired black cat looked at her with disdain, there was no hostility in its round eyes.
Liang Meng really didn't hate him.
Hearing Liang Meng say this, Aunt Hong was stunned for a moment, then smiled in relief.
After a cup of tea, Liang Meng got up and left.
Aunt Hong smiled and walked him to the door. Liang Meng waved to Aunt Hong and glanced at the pillow book before turning around.
He was lying in a chair, taking a nap with his eyes closed.
Liang Meng shook his head, smiled, turned and left.
"What did the Hall Master just laugh at?"
Liang Meng continued walking along the street, Chuanqi followed behind him and asked in confusion.
"Legend, do you know the pillow book in Sheli Teahouse?"
"I know. He was picked up by Aunt Hong and has been staying in Sheli ever since."
"You found it?"
Liang Meng was slightly surprised and turned her head to confirm.
"Yes." Legend nodded.
"Zhenshu was covered in blood at the time, and everyone thought he would not survive. But a few days later, Zhenshu slowly recovered."
"kindness."
Liang Meng nodded and didn't ask any further questions.
"Why did the Hall Master ask about the pillow book?"
"Nothing." Liang Meng didn't say anything.
Legend made a 'hmm' sound and didn't continue.
"By the way, Hall Master, was the manipulation of the spiritual power smooth?"
When Liang Meng heard Chuanqi ask this, she turned around and looked at Chuanqi with a smile on her face and nodded.
His expression was one of indescribable pride and complacency.
"Congratulations, Hall Master." Chuanqi also smiled and narrowed his eyes.
"It seems that the hall master has controlled the spiritual power very well. This is really great."
The day when Yunmeng Hall would open its doors and answer questions was just around the corner. Legend breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's lunchtime now, would you like to go back?"
It had indeed been a long time since he left. Liang Meng hesitated for a moment before turning around and leaving with Chuanqi.
Xiang San's sincere voice came from the front.
"Auntie, I, Xiangsan, have been selling fish here for many years. I always sell the freshest fish. Don't worry. Not only is my fish fresh, I never cheat on the weight either."
As Xiangsan spoke, he raised the still dancing fish in his hand to the old woman in front of him.
The old woman nodded with satisfaction and asked Xiangsan to weigh a few.
"Auntie, I'll clean it up here so you don't have to worry about it when you get home."
The old woman smiled even more contentedly when she heard Xiangsan's thoughtful words.
Looking at Xiangsan's thin and ugly profile, his dark brown wings flapped proudly in the air.
Liang Meng smiled cunningly.
"We'll go back later."
After Liang Meng finished speaking, he walked towards Xiangsan's fish stall, not caring whether Chuanqi followed him or not.
When they arrived at the fish stall, Xiangsan was bent over with his back to them, busy working intently.
After all, he sells fish all year round, so it didn’t take long for Xiangsan to clean up the fish.
Taking out the hemp rope, Xiang San quickly flipped it with his fingers and tied it up neatly.
"Come here, Auntie. We've packed it up. Just rinse it with water when you get home and cook it straight away."
The old lady still had that satisfied smile on her face. She took the fish from Xiangsan and reached out to take out the coins.
He took it out and handed it to Xiangsan.
Xiangsan's thin face was full of uneven wrinkles when he smiled.
He stretched out his hand, still dripping with blood, to take the coins from the old woman's hand.
"Hey, Xiangsan, you said it was all worth it. You can't lie to an old woman like me."
At the last moment, the old woman curled up her hand holding the coin and smiled jokingly with the corners of her wrinkled eyes.
This question was asked at the perfect time. Liang Meng turned his wrist and silently recited a string of words.
Then he looked at Xiangsan expectantly.
"What are you talking about?" Xiang San's tone suddenly turned impatient. The friendly expression he had just had completely disappeared.
"How can I make money if I'm really short of the weight? You don't know how much I'm short of anyway. Only a fool would be short of the weight."
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