Regardless of which one? Or the second one... she felt that the secret he gave her was too useful to her, so she gave him both, and he was so happy he felt like he was floating on air.
His parents were just ordinary workers, but he always felt guilty because people mistook him for a second-generation official and called him Young Master Ma because of the car he drove.
Once he becomes a minor official or has a large sum of money, he will feel perfectly justified in accepting being called "Young Master Ma" without feeling guilty whatsoever.
Thinking about it like that, I felt lightheaded. When I went down the stairs, I didn't pay attention to my footing and fell straight down the stairs, landing face-first in the dirt.
The food stall owner saw Ma Xile stumble and was about to reach out to help him when Ma Xile tumbled down the stairs at a speed that ordinary people couldn't even react to.
The thud, the sound of a person colliding with the wooden stairs, reached the ears of the food stall owner. He was already grimacing, clearly unable to bear the sound, and even more worried about Ma Xile, the son of a high-ranking official. Although he still didn't know which official Ma Xile's father was, a fall here could really get him into serious trouble.
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When the food stall owner saw that Ma Xile had fallen face-first onto the last flight of stairs, he quickly ran downstairs.
Just as he reached out to help Ma Xile up, Ma Xile, who was in a face-first position, leaped up from the ground with a speed that he couldn't even react to.
The food stall owner was certain that he hadn't misread anything; the person who had jumped up from the ground was Ma Xile, who had rolled down the stairs and fallen in great pain.
Is it because the pain was so intense that the pain temporarily disappeared?
Is it because Ma Xile is the son of an official that he has a particularly strong pain tolerance?
No way.
Even someone as great as Qin Shi Huang was, in the end, just an ordinary person who had to experience the same birth, aging, sickness, and death as everyone else.
The food stall owner mustered his courage and approached Ma Xile cautiously, asking, "Young Master Ma, are you alright? Should I call an ambulance for you?"
Ma Xile felt a burning sensation in his nose, as if some liquid was flowing out. He wiped it with the back of his hand, and when he saw what was left on the back of his hand, he laughed wildly, throwing his head back.
He had only laughed a few times when he suddenly remembered something and quickly lowered his head.
The way he tilted his head back and down had changed, but the only thing that hadn't changed was the maniacal laughter that sent chills down the spines of the food stall owner, and in fact, made his skin crawl.
Seeing Ma Xile laughing uncontrollably, the food stall owner glanced at the waiter next to him and communicated with him with his eyes, wondering if he had fallen down the stairs and accidentally hit his head and gone crazy.
The waiter's look in his eyes seemed to say, "Well, boss, judging from how badly he fell and laughed like that, he's probably gone mad."
The food stall owner's face turned deathly pale. He was finished, completely finished. He had worked so hard to open this famous crab food stall and finally made some money. Was he going to go back to square one because of Ma Xile's fall?
He was unwilling to accept it; all his hard work couldn't possibly have gone to waste and turned to ashes.
There's a saying that goes, "Evil arises from courage." The food stall owner glanced at Ma Xile, who was still laughing wildly, and then at the food stall he had worked so hard to build up. He gritted his teeth and made a decision.
He considered taking a risk and killing Ma Xile.
"Young Master Ma," the food stall owner said, trying to suppress his trembling and speak to Ma Xile in a calm tone, "a batch of new crabs just arrived in the kitchen tonight. They're all plump and big. Why don't you go to the back kitchen and take a look, and choose the ones you like?"
Ma Xile finally stopped laughing. While tidying up his clothes that had been messed up from the fall, he said to the food stall owner, "No thanks today, maybe next time. I have to go now."
The food stall owner watched Ma Xile's retreating figure. Sweat poured down his back and forehead. Luckily, he didn't have a knife in his hand. Otherwise, his hands would have been stained with blood and he would have been burdened with the responsibility of taking a life.
Ma Xile had no idea that he had just escaped death. As he got into the car, he even hummed a little tune. "Today is a good day, haha, a good day, all my wishes will come true..."
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