The master at the repair shop was fixing a motorcycle, and standing next to him was a young man with dyed yellow hair, presumably the owner of the motorcycle.
At the counter of the small shop sat an old lady, shaking a palm fan, fanning herself and occasionally swatting flies.
A truck was parked outside the restaurant. Two drivers, one middle-aged and one young, were eating with their heads down, joined by a heavily made-up middle-aged woman with a mole by her mouth, who was leaning towards the middle-aged driver while her hand roamed over the young driver's body, saying that after eating she needed some exercise to digest.
Li Zhiyuan and Lin Shuyou walked into the restaurant, and the woman stood up, leaving the two who were enjoying and being enjoyed, and came over.
"What would you like to eat? We have stir-fry and noodles."
Through the window, one could see the kitchen, where a fat cook was sitting with a cup of tea, spitting out tea leaves into his mouth and coming over when he saw customers arrived.
Li Zhiyuan didn't order food; he passed by the woman and sat down at an empty table.
As Lin Shuyou followed him, the woman smiled, reaching her hand towards his lower body.
Used to seeing those dusty and sweaty from travel who haven't bathed for a long time, a young man with smooth, soft skin indeed aroused her appetite.
Moreover, this young man carried a fresh scent, not perfume, but more like body fragrance, making one want to pounce and have a good lick.
However, her hand was caught by Lin Shuyou before finding what it sought.
Lin Shuyou coolly looked at her, exerting force to push her away, then sat down next to Brother Xiao Yuan.
When it was decided who would follow Brother Xiao Yuan in, Lin Shuyou was chosen, as Brother Bin said he had experience entering the Sister Restaurant.
Though on that occasion Lin Shuyou just went in and quickly came out without even having a meal, let alone any other experience.
But since it was to closely protect Brother Xiao Yuan, he accepted the task directly.
The woman wanted to approach for a chat, but the fat cook came out, nudging her aside and walking over himself.
He shook himself like a mountain of meat, bringing pressure.
"What would you like to eat?"
Li Zhiyuan: "Not eating."
"What would you like to drink?"
Li Zhiyuan: "Not drinking."
"We have liquor here, brewed ourselves, very tasty!"
Li Zhiyuan looked at the fat cook, "The penalty drink has already been served."
"Thud!"
Before anyone saw how the fat cook moved, a glittering cleaver was planted on the table in front of Li Zhiyuan.
"Kid, you're not here to eat or drink, are you here just to whore around?"
"Hehehehehehe..."
The woman behind the fat cook covered her mouth, laughing so much her body swayed, and she extended her tongue to lick her lips, accidentally ingesting the thick lipstick at the corners, forming an obvious color difference.
Li Zhiyuan nodded.
"Haha!" The fat cook burst into laughter, "How old are you that you already can't resist coming out to play like this?"
Even the two drivers eating at the nearby table sprayed their mouths of rice out in laughter.
Li Zhiyuan: "Seems like you are not from that side."
The fat cook's face turned cold, and he asked in a low voice:
"What do you mean?"
"A bunch of wandering souls and ghosts."
"Kid, do you know what you're saying?"
"How much paper money did they burn for you all to get you to help them?"
The fat cook's facial flesh tightened, a green glow seeming to swirl in his eyes, and an element of greed appeared in his tone:
"Then, how much do you plan to burn for us?"
...
In the little service area, people kept coming in.
Run Sheng walked to the entrance of the small restaurant, standing with arms crossed.
Because people inside were talking, no one came out to invite him to eat.
Run Sheng sniffed, looking through the dusty glass at the cooked food inside, including the meal the pair of young and middle-aged drivers were eating.
Swallowing several times, Run Sheng felt a bit hungry.
His stomach, much like Yin Meng's, after eating too much light food, would miss spicy food after a while.
Patting his stomach, then touching the shovel.
Run Sheng perked his ears and closed his eyes.
After a moment, he held his breath, blocking the scent, and opened a Qi Gate on his body to breathe.
Beside the repair shop, Tan Wenbin came over with the Liang Sisters.
Tan Wenbin handed a cigarette to the repair master, who took it and tucked it behind his ear.
Handing one to the yellow-haired youth, the youth stepped back half a step, indicating he didn't smoke.
Liang Yan: "If you don't smoke, why dye your hair yellow?"
Liang Li: "Waste of dye."
When the yellow-haired youth showed anger and wanted to argue, Tan Wenbin intercepted with a hand:
"Hey, buddy, what model is your motorcycle?"
The yellow-haired youth didn't answer.
Tan Wenbin continued: "Wow, quite a bit of modification."
The repair master looked at Tan Wenbin and said, "An expert?"
Tan Wenbin shook his head: "I'm not, my dad is."
Tan Yunlong liked motorcycles, had lots of motorcycle magazines at home, whether his home motorcycle or those from his place, he enjoyed riding them.
Tan Wenbin, with a cigarette in his mouth, began to touch the motorcycle in front of him.
The cigarette touched it, surprisingly burning through the steel plate.
"What are you doing!"
The yellow-haired youth immediately stepped forward, squeezing Tan Wenbin aside, heartbrokenly watching the ever-expanding hole.
Tan Wenbin: "I didn't do it on purpose; it's your motorcycle's poor quality, like paper mache."
The repair master took scissors, cut the piece out, and pulled out a stack of colored paper, saying to the yellow-haired youth:
"No worries, I have the parts here; I can fix it for you."
Speaking, the repair master looked at Tan Wenbin with a faint tone:
