"Lady boss, compensation!"

"To lose money, you must lose money!"

"Ouch, ouch, my legs, my waist, my hands, my kidneys, my descendants..."

The same scene as before was played out before our eyes again.

The old woman's face was solemn and she was completely too lazy to pay attention to these three blackmailing hooligans.

Having opened a store for so many years, I have encountered this kind of thing many times. Doing business is always inevitable with all kinds of troubles.

She was actually semi-accustomed to it. Common people would always encounter troubles of one kind or another. In the years before she learned Daxia dialect, she suffered a lot and was rejected.

Although Daxia is relatively tolerant, there are also conflicts and chains of contempt between regions. Many locals look down on outsiders. If it is a foreign girl who can't pronounce the accent correctly, she will sell you a bowl of powder.

The price is twice as expensive, and it’s hard to negotiate the price if you’re stupid.

When Nishino Kaoru first came to Nanling City, she encountered many obstacles. She thought that this place was not as good as her grandfather said.

There are also people who are xenophobic, and there are people who have bad intentions.

However, there are still good-hearted people here after all.

Sometimes as long as one person lends a helping hand to her, those difficulties are easily overcome. With the help of one person after another, she gradually establishes a firm foothold in this strange city and strange country.<

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What do these sufferings mean compared to the family destruction and death that we have experienced in the past?

Compared to the group of cannibals who eat human flesh and blood, the group of gangsters who are blackmailing and performing hard in front of us... can be considered abominable, but there is a bit of comic stupidity in them.

But continuing like this is not an option.

Nishino Kaoru also practiced karate for several years when she was young. She also signed up for a martial arts gym to protect herself when she went to a foreign country. Even though she was over fifty, she still maintained a pretty good physical fitness. She was not worried about these people being violent. If

By taking action, she had reason to teach these unscrupulous young people a lesson. Instead of thinking about going to work, she began to skirt the law.

When she had a headache and didn't know what to do, she suddenly heard a voice at the door.

"Let's have a bowl of ramen. The noodles should be firm, with barbecued pork and hot spring egg."

The speaker spoke Fuso, a very fluent and authentic Kyoto accent.

Nishino Kaoru looked over in surprise. He didn't expect to meet Fuso people here... You know, ten years ago, the dead tide of sea fog blocked the sea area, and exchanges between countries had long been cut off, except for the ghost fleets that roamed the ocean.

, no one can cross the sea chart to reach another country.

The person who walked through the door was a tall middle-aged man with sharp-edged features carved out by a knife and axe, just like a macho man from the JOJO comics.

"I've already placed my order," the middle-aged man said.

"Okay, I'll go right away..." Nishino Xun looked at the middle-aged man and felt that he looked very familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"Go ahead, let me clean up the trash first."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man bent down and picked up the howling man and the yellow hair on the side. He lifted one with one hand. The two of them weighed at least three hundred kilograms in total. In his hand, he just threw it away like a thin pillow.

, was thrown outside, and the two of them turned into rolling gourds. This time, they were really bruised and bruised.

Huang Mao wanted to say a few harsh words, but the middle-aged man squatted down, stretched out a finger, and poked a hole in the cement floor. In front of him, the finger was inserted into his cheek.

Scratched the oily skin on my face.

"Listen up, you bunch of bastards, if you dare to come to this store to cause trouble again, I will guarantee that at least three of your legs will be broken..."

He said through gritted teeth, his eyes full of undisguised threats.

This works best for gangsters, who know very well who they cannot mess with.

Huang Mao had probably never seen such a peerless macho man in his life. He was so frightened that he lost half of his soul. Just looking at him, he felt like he had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives, as if he had died a dozen times.<

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That's not a violent spirit at all, but a murderous intention... There are definitely people in this man's hands, and a lot of them...

He was wet, and he picked up his little brother and ran away without looking back. He fell three times in a row from a distance of more than ten meters, and he didn't dare to look back even though his nose was bleeding.

The middle-aged man stood up, straightened his collar, and walked back to the noodle shop.

The old woman was making ramen. She finished it after a while. She didn't see what happened outside, but she knew that the guests sitting in the hall must have helped. She smiled in surprise: "Today

What's going on? Why do we meet so many kind-hearted people in succession?"

Just now a handsome young man drove away the gangsters, and now here comes a mighty-looking Fuso man.

She put the ramen on the table and said with a smile: "Please use it slowly."

The middle-aged man picked up a bowl of ramen, took a bite, and smiled: "It still tastes the same as before."

After sitting down, Nishino Kaoru asked with a smile: "Have you been here before?"

"This is my first time coming to Nanling City." The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "But I have tasted this flavor of ramen many times before..."

"Yes?"

"In Kofunamachi, there is a ramen stall opened by Nishinoya's couple. It tastes so good. I like to eat ramen the most, with a little oden." The middle-aged man said, "I have been eating it for many years. It would be better if it has a little oden."

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Nishino Kaoru's smile stiffened slightly: "That was more than thirty years ago..." She asked in astonishment: "But you still look very young, ah, sorry, I meant..."
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The middle-aged man turned back to look at the old woman with gentle eyes, just like the ninety-year-old man back then: "The noodles you make taste the same as your mother's, smoked..."

Bangdang...

The plate in Nishino Kaoru's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Her shoulders began to tremble, and her fingertips became numb and trembling.

She heard it, she remembered it, she recognized it...

However, she didn't dare to confirm. Is this true? Fake? A prank?

"Kiryu...Grandpa?"

Nishino Kaoru asked in a low voice, unsure of herself, and cautiously. Her nose was sore, and she was afraid that she might have made a mistake. Her voice was high at first, and then became very low.

Kiryu Takajiro smiled and nodded: "Long time no see, Kaoru."

Confirmed, it must be correct.

Nishino Kaoru has never mentioned this past to anyone. She caught a glimpse of the old man's familiar aura from this middle-aged man... Even after decades, that warm gaze is still the pillar of her heart.

It is a safe harbor that she will never forget and never leave.

Nishino Kaoru choked up and couldn't speak. She stood there at a loss, not knowing what kind of reaction would be appropriate to meet again at this time.

The old man sat and looked at the current Kaoru Nishino seriously. He said with relief in his eyes: "The little girl back then has grown up now."

"Now..."

"Are you living a happy life?"

He asked softly.

Nishino Kaoru's eyes were moist. She had not shed tears in more than thirty years, as if she had returned to thirty years ago and turned into a fragile and homeless girl.

She fell weakly to the ground, grabbed the old man's hand, and did not dare to let go for a moment. She whimpered, unable to speak, and could only keep nodding her head.

In the end, I couldn't form a sentence and turned into crying.

Is this a dream?

If it's a dream, even if it's only for a moment, don't let me wake up...

……

At the bus stop not far away, Bai Yu silently looked at only 90 destiny points left.

He brushed away the little tangle in his heart.

Take it from the heroic spirit and use it to the heroic spirit.

There is nothing to regret, and it is definitely not a waste.

Bai Yu had nothing but admiration for Mr. Tongsheng, a righteous man, so what's wrong with paying some effort to get rid of his unhappiness?

It's just that the time limit for summoning a heroic spirit is only thirty minutes, which is barely enough time to say some personal words.

He waited quietly at the bus stop for thirty minutes. After calculating the bus, he swiped his card and boarded the bus, chose a seat and sat down.

The vehicle slowly moved away, and when it arrived at the thirty-minute mark, he also heard the prompt.

[The summons is over and the heroic spirits have returned to history]

[The understanding between you and Ren Xia has deepened]

[Current fit: 90%]

After Bai Yu saw the prompt, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

Willow trees planted unintentionally create shade.

You see, the old man is a good man, a good man who knows how to reciprocate kindness.

Not only do you not lose money, but you also make money.

He looked at the scenery outside the window and felt happier... Doing good deeds is a win, improving compatibility is a win even more, a win-win, a win.

The sun shone on his face, and Bai Yu tapped his fingers on the glass window, humming softly.

"Do good."
Chapter completed!