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Chapter 63 Young Master, ten cents

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    "I want a bowl of soup cake." Xing Zhimo's voice is very magnetic. His voice is not loud, but it is very recognizable.

    Lin Yun doesn't have that much on her mind. She just wants to make more money now. She doesn't think about other things so much. Naturally, she won't be attracted by his voice.

    On the contrary, it was Yan Wanxi who was reading people's faces. Her hearing was much better than that of ordinary people, so she naturally heard his voice and turned her head to look at him.

    Yan Wanxi was stunned. This man looked too good-looking. His sharp-edged features were handsome but not effeminate.

    "He has a rhinoceros-like head and his eyes are slender and deep. This is the sign of great wealth and great honor!"  Heaven is high and wide, so he must be an official.

    Yan Wanxi couldn't help but narrow her eyes, this person is not simple.

    Xing Zhimo noticed Yan Wanxi's gaze and couldn't help but look towards her. When he saw the girl's clear eyes, his heart couldn't help but tremble.

    Yan Wanxi nodded slightly, smiled generously, and then continued to read people's faces, as if that smile was not directed at him.

    Soon, Lin Yun brought a bowl of soup cake to Xing Zhimo, "Young master, please use it slowly."

    Xing Zhimo had never eaten in a place like this, and he was handsome and tall, which attracted many people to look at him. He didn't feel anything at all. He picked up the chopsticks on the table and ate the soup slowly.  cake.

    As soon as he took a bite, Xing Zhimo knew why this stall was so simple, yet there were so many customers every day.

    This soup cake is simply not comparable to ordinary soup cakes. The noodles inside are very elastic. One bite will fill your mouth with the aroma of wheat. The soup is also very rich. If you don't have a certain amount of time, you can't cook it.  Such a delicious soup.

    Xing Zhimo finished the bowl, but he still had some unfinished thoughts. He turned around, glanced at Lin Yun, and said, "Another bowl of soup cake."

    One bowl is really not enough.

    Lin Yun didn't find it strange. People who came to eat at their stall, especially men, would usually order two bowls, and anyone who could eat would eat three or four bowls. This was just because the soup cake was a bit small.  Few people eat like this.

    ¡° Moreover, Master Yan¡¯s stall is here every day. If they want to eat, they can just come every day, and there is no need to stretch themselves to death.

    When Xing Zhimo finished two bowls of soup cakes, Yan Wanxi happened to read his number.

    He put down the bowl and chopsticks, got up and walked towards Yan Wanxi.

    Yan Wanxi knew that this was the last guest. When she looked up and saw Xing Zhimo, she was startled and asked, "What do you want, Master?"

    "Can you tell fortunes?" Xing Zhimo asked with a cold voice, looking at Yan Wanxi.

    "Yes, what do you want?" Yan Wanxi looked at him, this man seemed very interesting.

    "Deceased person."

    "Deceased person?" Yan Wanxi became more interested now, wondering who this person wanted to count.

    "Is there any birth date?" Yan Wanxi asked.

    Xing Zhimo shook his head.

    "What about personal items?"

    He shook his head again.

    Yan Wanxi:

    "Brother, are you here to cause trouble?" Yan Wanxi almost laughed in anger, "There is nothing, how do you want me to divine for you?"

    Not even gods can do it!

    Xing Zhimo was thoughtful, then said: "Can you see ghosts?"

    "Do you still want to summon spirits?" Yan Wanxi asked while packing her things.

    Xing Zhimo nodded, then shook his head, "I want to find someone."

    "If you want to summon spirits, I will be free at night. If you want to find someone, I suggest you go to the government to find Mr. Zou. He can help you find someone." After Yan Wanxi finished speaking, she had collected everything  Put it into the satchel she made herself.

    He stretched out his hand toward Xing Zhimo and said with a smile: "Sir, ten cents." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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