It was around 8:30, and the sky had turned pitch black.
After coming out of the Internet cafe, Wen Zhong first sent Huang Gongming home.
Both of them fell into silence on the road. In the end, Huang Gongming couldn't help but ask.
"Lao Wen, were you bitten by a spider?"
"Go, stop making trouble."
Where is this going? When Wen Zhong heard this, he almost slapped Huang Gongming in the face.
"Then you picked up a ring, and there was an old man inside who taught you peerless martial arts!"
Huang Gongming clearly remembered that although Wen Zhong was not a weakling in the past, his motor skills were definitely not top-notch. Why did he suddenly show off his power today? It was definitely weird.
"You might as well say that I was snatched away by a god and give the ring back." He was really angry and funny towards Huang Gongming.
"Really! Then you can teach me two moves, so that I won't be afraid of being beaten in the future."
Huang Gongming's face almost touched her as he spoke.
"Old Huang." Wen Zhong calmly took two steps back and distanced himself from Huang Gongming. "Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"
Huang Gongming was stunned when he heard this.
"I sleep naked every day and wait for ghosts to crawl into my bed. Lao Wen, you tell me whether I believe it or not."
This time it was Wen Zhong who was stunned. Could this be the legendary middle school boy having so much fun?
Huang Gongming said doubtfully: "No, why did you suddenly talk about ghosts? It's so weird. Didn't I ask you to teach me a few tricks?"
"It's nothing. I'll tell you in detail when I get a chance." Wen Zhong laughed. "Ah, we're at the gate of your community, so I won't send you up."
After speaking, Wen Zhong rejected Huang Gongming's enthusiastic request for a trade and prepared to leave.
"I concealed the existence of ghosts, was it right or wrong?"
Wen Zhong doesn't know, he is also confused now.
"Hey, Lao Wen!" Huang Gongming's voice came from behind just a few steps away. "Thank you very much for today!"
Wen Zhong turned around and waved to him with a smile, then walked to the other side of the community.
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Wen Zhong walked all the way to Daan Night Market Square. He was a little hungry after a busy day.
The night market is considered the most lively place in the city at night. It is filled with the smoke of fireworks, the aroma of various foods and the popularity brought by the surging crowds.
Wen Zhong only felt that he had not been so relaxed for a long time. Although he was involved in the supernatural incident not long ago, Wen Zhong was also a busy college student before this. It was a long time ago that he went to the night market in such a relaxed way.
Looking at the bustle of people on the streets of the night market, from time to time there are shouts of Xiao Yang grilling meat, Lao Zhang making steamed buns, Lao Hu big bone soup, etc., but these are not Wen Zhong's goals.
He bypassed the crowd and walked towards the corner of the night market, wanting to see any delicacies he had never tried before.
Suddenly, Wen Zhong smelled the aroma of meat, sour and astringent with a hint of fishy smell. This smell was very unique. He had never smelled it before. This smell was enough to arouse people's appetite.
"It smells really good. What does it smell like?"
He took a deep breath and walked forward following the scent. He saw a small stall standing alone in the corner of the night market. It was obvious that the aroma of meat came from here.
When Wen Zhong saw this, he trotted all the way. He was afraid that someone would take his seat if he arrived late. Fortunately, the store was located in a remote place, so he was able to grab a seat smoothly.
As soon as he sat down, Wen Zhong looked around. On the zigzag stall seats, there were a few people sitting here and there, all with their heads lowered, and an old small bowl placed in front of them.
With the dim light from the stall, he saw that the bowl was empty, with a few oil beads hanging on the wall.
Wen Zhong secretly wondered why these people still occupied their seats after eating and did not leave. Moreover, each of them had their heads lowered, and it did not look like they were chatting after the meal.
He sat bored on his seat, and the stall owner didn't bother to greet him. He just kept leaning on his back, and from time to time there were the sounds of chewing and chopping meat with a kitchen knife.
Seeing this strange situation, Wen Zhong wanted to get up and leave, but when he thought of the aroma of meat he just smelled, he still shouted patiently: "Boss, do you have a menu here? What is the signature dish?"
The stall owner did not reply. Instead, a middle-aged diner sitting next to him with his head lowered and motionless suddenly raised his hand and pointed to a signboard not far from the stall.
But it was a very old-looking signboard. The red paint had almost faded away. Under the dim light, the original color could be faintly seen. There were only three big black characters on it: Braised Pork Roast.
It looked like a signboard from the Republic of China period. Wen Zhong didn't expect that this was a century-old store. It seemed that the rumors were true. Throwing a brick in Da'an could hit a bunch of old signboards.
"Thank you."
Wen Zhong thanked the middle-aged man, and saw the middle-aged man's raised arm slowly lowered and returned to its original posture.
"Boss, give me a piece of this braised pork roast."
Hearing the words braised pork roast, the stall owner, who had always turned his back to Wen Zhong, stopped what he was doing.
In a moment, a piece of "braised pork roast" in a small, worn-out bowl was placed in front of Wen Zhong.
Is this braised pork roast?
Wen Zhong looked at the braised pork, which was just a piece of black and red meat paired with clear soup. It was hard to associate it with the delicious food that exuded an alluring smell.
Not quite right.
"Bang"!
Just when Wen Zhong was debating whether to pay the bill and leave, he suddenly felt a strong wind blowing in front of him, and a kitchen knife suddenly hit the table in front of him.
Wen Zhong was so frightened that he almost threw the bowl away. He saw the stall owner standing in front of Wen Zhong's table, holding a kitchen knife in one hand and a piece of meat in the other.
"What are you doing?" Wen Zhong frowned and clenched his hands unconsciously. He didn't even notice when the stall owner stood in front of him.
If the other party smashes not the table, but his own head...
Thinking of this, Wen Zhong couldn't help but feel a trace of cold sweat on his forehead. He stared directly at the stall owner. However, he was backlit and couldn't see clearly the other person's appearance. He only felt that there was a cold gaze staring at him.
The other party didn't say a word, he just put the meat in his hand into Wen Zhong's bowl, then picked up the kitchen knife, turned around and continued to chop something.
Looking at the two pieces of braised pork in the bowl, Wen Zhong fell into deep thought. The taste was indeed very tempting, but the presentation was indeed not very good, and it could even be said to be unhygienic.
Is it possible that all century-old shops in night markets are like this?
Just when Wen Zhong picked up his chopsticks and was about to take a bite of the braised pork, he glanced around from the corner of his eyes, but after just one glance, cold sweat started to flow from his forehead again.
Because I don’t know when, all the diners sitting around raised their heads and stared directly at me.