After the second masked guest left, Lu Xingfeng whispered to Yaya, "Little Master, next time something like this happens, could you please let me know in advance? It scared me so much."

Lu Xingyun immediately refuted Lu Xingfeng: "Our little master has her own considerations. Don't blame the little master if you are stupid."

Lu Xingfeng was so angry at what Lu Xingyun said that he rolled up his sleeves and was ready to fight with Lu Xingyun.

"Hmm?" Only after Lu Xingzhou looked around coldly did Lu Xingyun and Lu Xingfeng calm down.

They stopped arguing, and Yaya spoke up: "Lu Xingfeng, some things have to be kept secret to be effective. If you don't keep it secret, it won't be effective."

When Lu Xingyun opened his mouth, Lu Xingfeng knew that he had a problem, so he grinned at Yaya and said, "It's like this, Little Master, it's really my own problem. I shouldn't have asked you that just now. I'm sorry."

In fact, Lu Xingfeng wanted to act coquettishly in front of Yaya, but this method was problematic and he would be more careful in the future.

The man at the candy stall could see clearly the commotion at the stall over here.

There was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

The Lu family's business was so big, but the young masters were not well-supported. They were servile and subservient to the customers who hid their heads and showed their tails and wore masks, just like slaves.

and.

Seeing President Lu squatting on a small stool eating a lollipop, the stall owner lowered his head to hide the sneer on his lips.

It's good that the Lu family is incompetent. He is happy to receive the double salary.

"Boss, another candy, please." Another customer came.

The stall owner handed the candy over and told him to eat it quickly to prevent the sugar from melting. Then he saw the customer go to the stall next door to buy tea.

In fact, there are more customers buying Yaya tea than buying sugar.

Moreover, many people come back to buy more after they finish drinking it, after all, there is no limit on the quantity of Yaya.

Is tea really delicious?

The stall owner, who had just sold a lollipop, felt a little jealous when he saw Yaya restocking the stock with just a wave of her sleeves.

In order to open this small stall, he worked several nights to make 5,000 candies, and saw that half of them had been sold. Others selling tea don't have to do anything, and no customers will ask what kind of water or ingredients are used to make tea. It's really frustrating to compare yourself with others.

The stall owner was full of resentment and couldn't help but look at Yaya twice more.

Just happened to meet Yaya's eyes.

The stall owner smiled politely, and the cutely dressed little kid smiled back at him, with a mouthful of tiny teeth, looking a bit like a newborn worm baby.

After another ten minutes or so, there were fewer customers at the stall.

In the middle of the venue, a broadcast was heard.

"Teacher Lin Yu's open-air concert is about to begin. Audience members who have purchased tickets are requested to enter the venue quickly. The concert will officially begin in ten minutes!"

When Mo Mo heard the news, she hurriedly put away the things she had sold.

Seeing that Yaya didn't move, he asked curiously: "Little Master, aren't you going to Lin Yu's concert?"

Yaya shook her head: "I wanted to go, but now I have to look after the stall, so I can't go."

Mo Mo nodded to show that she understood, drank the tea that Yaya gave her in one gulp, and entered the venue happily.

She guessed that the tea sold by Yaya might be Qingxin or something like that, and she was afraid that there would be too many people and it would be hot.

In fact, the Lu family spent a lot of money this time. There was an air conditioner blowing cool air a distance away from the concert venue, so it was not hot at all.

Mo Mo thought so and entered the concert hall.

Ten minutes passed quickly.

Lin Yu's voice spread outside through the central venue.

Lin Yu's voice is really nice, but some people are disobedient and want to disrupt the concert. But it doesn't matter, they probably won't dare to disrupt it now.

Thinking about this, Yaya suddenly heard the voice of the candy stall owner next to her: "Master Yaya, I want to buy a cup of tea, too."

The stall owner wanted to buy tea. Yaya's round eyes were shining, and she kindly handed a bamboo tube teacup to the stall owner.

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you. It's only ten dollars."

The stall owner threw down ten yuan and smiled at Yaya again.

He thought to himself: When he finishes this cup of tea, it will probably be time for the show to start. It will be fun to just sit there and watch the little brat panic.

For an adult, a cup of bamboo tube tea can be finished in two or three sips.

The stall owner thought that the amount of tea was too little, so he checked the time after finishing the drink. He was sure that the concert had already started for ten minutes, and frowned.

Wasn't it agreed that the commotion would start in ten minutes? Why was there no movement at all, or was there only the sound of Lin Yu singing?

When the stall owner was looking at the time, Yaya was staring at him.

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She thought, it’s about time, the stall owner should have sensed something was wrong, right?

Sure enough, when Yaya thought about this, the stall owner's face suddenly turned pale. He covered his heart with his hands, his face full of shock.

Yaya swayed her feet a few more times and thought Lin Yu’s singing was really beautiful.

She hummed along with Lin Yu's singing.

Lu Xingfeng heard it and asked curiously, "Little Master, why do you seem so happy?"

Yaya nodded: "Of course I'm happy."

Lu Xingfeng wanted to ask Yaya why she was so happy, when he suddenly saw the uncle selling candy next to him spit out blood.

Lu Xingfeng was a warm-hearted man. He stood up and asked the uncle, "Uncle, what happened to you? Fourth brother, please help call a doctor. The stall owner is vomiting blood."

After Lu Xingfeng's loud shout, the people around knew that a candy vendor here had vomited blood.

They all gathered around anxiously, asking the stall owner what was wrong and whether he wanted some water.

The stall owner kept covering his mouth and didn't dare to let go.

He looked quite energetic, with blood between his fingers, and his eyes could still glance at Yaya.

Lu Xingfeng thought the stall owner wanted Yaya to treat him, so he quickly called out, "Little Master, I almost forgot that you are very powerful. Come and take a look at this uncle, okay?"

Only after Lu Xingfeng called out did Yaya stand up and walk to the uncle.

The onlookers made way for Yaya, and an enthusiastic old man pulled the stall owner's hand away and said, "Don't cover your mouth. This is the head of our Yuncheng Sanqing Temple. My son said she is very powerful. Let her take a look at you and she will know what you are like."

The stall owner's hand was no longer covering his mouth, and half of the vomited food was naturally exposed.

The thing was blood red, round, had veins, and was still beating.

The people around were shocked.

"Why did this guy vomit out his internal organs? What kind of disease is this?"

"Oh my god, how can it still move after its internal organs have been vomited out? It's so scary."

"Little Master, do you know what happened to him?"

The crowd asked questions all at once, and the stall owner was speechless. He tried to move his mouth, trying to swallow the food in his mouth.

(End of this chapter)