That inn... should it be here?

Liu Qingshuang raised his head and thought as he looked at the inn without a sign.

He was holding a skinny horse in his hand, and the waiter in the inn came out and led the horse away for him. When the man passed by, Liu Qingshuang turned back to take a look.

It's not Li Guxing...

then it should be the owner of Life and Death Villa.

No one knows why the owner of Life and Death Villa is a waiter here, but the owner of Life and Death Villa has always remained neutral in the world, just like the feeling given by this inn.

The premise is that the recent rumors in the world are not true.

Liu Qingshuang stepped into the inn, and what caught her eyes was the inn's ordinary-looking, but very clean and tidy layout.

This inn didn't look very luxurious on the surface, and was even not as good as another inn Liu Qingshuang had seen before, but there were a lot of people inside, and it seemed to be always busy and lively. The

shopkeeper seemed to seldom come down, should she still be upstairs now? Liu Qingshuang thought to herself.

A few days ago, he told his friends that he went to the Wuming Inn because of fate, but who would have thought that he would be here today.

"Li Qi!" Just as he was thinking, a young child who looked as cute as a baby ran over from the inn, calling out the name "Li Qi" all the time. Many people who were eating around secretly stopped and looked over there.

Liu Qingshuang was one of them who looked over there.

"The shopkeeper wants porridge today, with some side dishes." The child leaned over to the ear of a person who was cleaning up the dishes in the corner and said.

"Porridge again?" The man hesitated for a moment, but still nodded, "I know."

The voices of the two people were not loud in this noisy inn with people coming and going, and they were even just whispers, but they could not withstand so many guys with amazing hearing around them.

Eat porridge? Liu Qingshuang frowned slightly.

It's already noon. Isn't it a bit too hard to fill your stomach to eat porridge at this time?

The words of the two waiters disappeared silently in the air. The people around them were still noisy, as if they didn't hear any conversation between the two of them.

After a while, the child came up with a tray from the back. There was a lid on the tray. Even so, Liu Qingshuang could still see that the tray was very small and couldn't hold anything.

——Just a bowl of porridge and a bowl of pickled vegetables.

Liu Qingshuang's heart moved slightly.

Before coming here, he never believed that the shopkeeper was responsible for the incident a few days ago.

However, at this moment, he suddenly had a little doubt in his heart.

Did the shopkeeper really get hurt? Otherwise, why would he eat such a thing?

He didn't say anything, just casually ordered a few dishes and sat down.

Although Liu Qingshuang didn't say anything, at the moment he sat down, many people secretly cast their eyes in his direction.

Everyone knows that Liu Qingshuang is a man as beautiful as a woman, just like Wei Jie who was watched and killed that year.

In front of Liu Qingshuang were four vegetarian dishes and a bowl of white porridge.

People who are familiar with Liu Qingshuang know that he has a light taste and likes to eat vegetarian dishes the most. Even when his good friends come to treat him, they will prepare a few dishes without meat and fish.

Although he is not a monk, the food he eats is similar to that of monks. Some people even tease Liu Qingshuang, saying that he is a god who came down to earth and is not stained by the worldly dust.

Who in the world can be free from the worldly dust? I am afraid that even gods cannot do it.

However, there is something that monks cannot touch, but he is indispensable.

Liu Qingshuang glanced at the wine pot on his table.

Being a god is not as happy as being a human. He drank the wine with an interested smile on his face.

At least, gods cannot experience the joy of drinking wine in the world of red dust.

I will have to see the shopkeeper later. After all, he came here for something important.

If I can see the shopkeeper, maybe I can see what kind of person she is?

...

Feng Qing is lying upstairs.

She has been lying in bed for three days.

There is no way to describe the pain. She even feels pain when lying down.

In the lower part of her buttocks, a burning pain spreads throughout her body. If she sits up a little straighter, she will definitely jump up with a grimace. She has no choice but to choose to lie on her side.

It is not so painful if she turns her body a little to the side. Feng Qing can forget about the hemorrhoids when she is addicted to playing with her mobile phone.

But she must not take her mobile phone away.

"No, this time it is very strong. I always feel that something is not right. Do I have to go to the hospital for surgery?" Feng Qing thought secretly.

The fact that she has always been most worried about is that her hemorrhoids will be so serious that she needs surgery. This worry has slightly reduced her interest in playing with her mobile phone. As she looked at it, she couldn't help but start searching for [process of hemorrhoid surgery] on the browser.

... How is this object called the moon exploration tube,

which looks like a colander, used? And why do hemorrhoid surgery require two things, a hook knife and a curved knife?

That thing that looks like a soldering iron no matter how you look at it, it shouldn't be used the way she imagined, right?

Feng Qing was brushing her teeth when she suddenly looked ashen.

She sighed, climbed up with difficulty, and began to prepare to drink the porridge that Chu Changzui had just served.

Well, it's really light.

Feng Qing thought with a melancholy face.

After eating porridge for the past few days, Feng Qing immediately felt that she had lost weight. This morning, when she looked in the mirror, she saw that her face had become smaller.

She felt a little painful, so she turned on the surveillance camera to see what the guests were eating, to torture herself.

As soon as the surveillance camera was turned on, Feng Qing saw a person whose aura was obviously different from the people around him.

When she saw this person, she sat up suddenly, as if she had forgotten the pain in her body, and stared at the person with her eyes.

Oh my god, so handsome.

Wait, is this person a man or a woman?

Feng Qing couldn't tell the aura of this person, she just felt that there was something different about him when she looked at him, but she soon realized his true gender.

Although he looked very handsome, his actions were chivalrous, and he looked quite unruly, which instantly touched Feng Qing's heart.

She stared at him carefully for a long time, and then she couldn't help but fell down.

It still hurts.

Feng Qing casually touched a certain artifact on her bedside - an ointment called Mayinglong, and then sighed slightly.

To be honest, Mayinglong is really a miracle drug. If there is a ranking of the drugs that modern humans cannot live without, Feng Qing thinks this thing should be ranked high.

She squeezed out "beep--", then "beep--" on "beep-beep", and finally "beep--".

After that, Feng Qing showed a comfortable smile on her face.

Wait, that's weird.

Feng Qing, who had just finished feeling comfortable, picked up her mobile phone and flipped through it, and her eyes suddenly focused on the food in front of the handsome guy.

A bowl of clear porridge, a dish of cold shredded potatoes without chili oil, a dish of pickled rapeseed, a dish of cold white fungus, and finally a dish of extremely light boiled peanuts in plain water. Is

this dish for feeding rabbits?

This person not only looks strange, but also eats strange things. Feng Qing's store has been open for such a long time, but I have never seen anyone order this kind of menu when they come to their inn.

In fact, if it were normal, Feng Qing would have a strange admiration for this kind of person in his heart. After all, liking to be a vegetarian always gives people an inexplicable feeling of abstinence.

Aren't those masters in the temple who look particularly pure and desireless also vegetarians? Why don't they say that they must gnaw two pig's trotters every day?

However, Feng Qing, who had just suffered a few days of torture, couldn't help but start to consider another possibility.

... A fellow patient?

As she thought about it, she picked up the 2L bottle of sugar-free cola placed next to her pillow and gulped down several big mouthfuls.

This was the only solace in her life recently. She could basically finish a bottle every day. The feeling of bubbles would bring her a sense of excitement.

But she had to drink this secretly.

Because for some reason, every time she drank, the waiters in the hotel would strongly stop her, and even if she drank too much, they would look at her with that kind of eyes.

When she secretly read novels before the college entrance examination, her mother never looked at her with that kind of eyes, and Feng Qing always felt a little inexplicably guilty.

"Is the shopkeeper drinking secretly again?" In the back kitchen, An Huoshaxi said in a nervous tone.

The waiters from other inns all gathered here, and for some reason, Bai Yan'er was also here.

Several people gathered in a circle, each with a heavy expression, as if they had encountered a huge event. Chu Changzui nodded, "Yes."

"When I went upstairs just now, I saw the shopkeeper still drinking."

"Can anyone persuade her?" Feng Xiruo sighed and ruffled her hair.

"How to persuade her? You go and persuade her?" Chu Changzui, who was obviously a child but inexplicably a little stern with a cold face, leaned against the door with his shoulders hugged, looked at Feng Xiruo with a serious look and said, "With the temper of the shopkeeper, who do you think can persuade her?"

"It's really impossible..." At this moment, everyone in the inn suddenly heard Li Qi's voice coming from the corner.

He had not spoken just now, which was a bit different from his usual constant mention of the shopkeeper.

But Li Qi's voice now was particularly cold.

This voice reminded everyone of Li Guxing, who had once been a powerful figure in the world.

At that moment, it seemed that he was not in the kitchen, but on the terrible duel ground.

"If it doesn't work, I'll break her hand." He said coldly, "With the internal strength of the shopkeeper, it won't be long before she recovers."

Everyone in the inn leaned back in unison.

However, after he finished speaking, Li Qi's Adam's apple rolled slightly, as if he had finally made up his mind.

"But if I can't come back, remember to collect my body and bury me under the willow tree in our yard..."

"Wait!" The other staff of the inn saw Li Qi holding a kitchen knife and trying to go out without saying a word, and quickly stopped him.

"Not that bad, not that bad, not that bad..."

"You seem to be worried about something?" At this time, a voice suddenly came from outside.

"If possible, can you let me try?"

...

Many people will remember their first encounter with someone.

For Liu Qingshuang, it is also true.

It can be said that his first encounter with the shopkeeper who influenced his life was unforgettable.

When he pushed the door open, he smelled a faint medicinal fragrance.

This fragrance was different from other fragrances. It

was slightly bitter, and different from the fragrance of women's powder, the fruit fragrance that the princes and nobles used to fumigate the house, the elegant Buddhist incense, and the tea fragrance.

However... this smell immediately entered his heart.