My Xiuxian has a mall

Chapter 14
On Xiangyang Road, Nancheng, Jiangnan City, there is a beef noodle restaurant opposite the Mohist Martial Art Museum. There are five characters written on the signboard:
"Three bowls don't fit in the restaurant."

The sun was scorching, Mo Ming walked into the store, an electric fan hung on the wall was facing the door, with full power, blowing his black hair.

It was already afternoon, after the busiest meal time, there was no one in the shop.

There is only one middle-aged uncle in his 30s, sitting on a stool in his spare time, watching the girls on Kuaiyin dance.

As soon as he saw a customer coming, he stood up immediately, revealing his strong figure and wearing a chef's apron with the word "cow" written on it around his waist. He was obviously the owner of this shop.

"What do you want to eat?" The boss smiled, but his face was full of flesh, which looked a little scary.

Naturally, Mo Ming didn't care, he just sat down in front of the other party, and asked curiously: "What does the three bowls on your signboard mean that it's not a restaurant? Could it be that you still prescribed medicine?"

"Hehe, I was joking. The main reason is that the beef noodles in my family are quite spicy. There are mild spicy, medium spicy, heavy spicy and extra spicy. The mild spicy is equivalent to the extra spicy of other families, so customers often can't stand it, so there are three kinds of spicy food. A bowl is nothing but a restaurant."

"If you can eat three bowls of my extra-spicy beef noodles in a row and walk out like nothing, I won't ask for money."

Mo Ming smiled: "It's just right, I like spicy food the most, so let's have three bowls of extra spicy beef noodles, three catties of stewed beef, and three bottles of ice cubes!"

The boss glanced at Mo Ming's thin body, smiled and shook his head.

"You look bad at first sight. If something goes wrong with your diet, I'll have to pay for medical expenses. It's not worth it. You need to train yourself to be like me."

After all, it's even better than a whole body of tendons.

When Mo Ming saw this, he was not angry, he took out three chopsticks from the nearby chopstick holder, put them together and broke them off.

There was a click, and the three hardwood chopsticks snapped off at the same time, and the fracture was smooth and even, as if cut by a knife.

The boss's pupils shrank slightly, and he put away his contemptuous gesture, and said in awe: "You are also practicing martial arts in the Mohist martial arts hall opposite? I can't tell, why haven't I seen you?"

"Heh, today I'm going to go to the Mohist martial arts gym to kick the gym!"

"You are joking again, this Mohist martial arts gym has real kung fu, it is definitely not comparable to those ordinary gymnasiums. I also got a card in it, and look at my figure, it is the result of exercise. But I am a foreigner Ordinary disciples of the sect, the disciples of the inner sect are really powerful, breaking chopsticks is the basic operation."

"Okay, let's get something to eat, I'm hungry."

When Mo Ming heard that the boss was talking endlessly, he couldn't help knocking on the table with his chopsticks.

The boss put on a smile in a hurry, and when he entered the kitchen, he cut up three catties of braised beef, served them with donated stewed dried seeds and peanuts, and three bottles of ice cubes, and then started to eat.

Soon, three bowls of red hot and spicy beef noodles were placed in front of Mo Ming.

"Be careful, if you really can't bear it, stop quickly. For the sake of you also practicing martial arts, I'll charge you half the price." The boss warned.

Mo Ming couldn't wait to take a bite, hiss—it was really spicy, it was spicy in the mouth, and it became even hotter in the stomach.

But if you use the true qi in your body, these spicy qi will be easily dispelled. You can taste the excruciating pain and enjoy the refreshing feeling without hurting your body, which is simply wonderful.

Mo Ming hadn't eaten for a long time, he was already hungry, and there was a glutton in his stomach.

So, under the surprised eyes of the boss, he swept away the three big bowls of beef noodles and food on the table like a storm, and then poured three bottles of ice cubes, letting out a free and dripping breath.

"Cool!"

The boss also couldn't help giving a thumbs up: "It's a family service, free of charge, my surname is Yan, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Mo, thank you for your hospitality." Mo Ming wiped his mouth with a tissue, got up and walked to the opposite Mohist martial arts hall.

"Wait, brother Mo, are you really going to kick the hall?" Boss Yan chased after him.

"Otherwise, Wu Song has eaten three bowls of wine that is not worth the price, so what is Wu Song if he doesn't go to Jingyanggang to fight tigers? I, Mo Ming, have eaten three bowls of beef noodles that are not good for the restaurant, so naturally I have to go to the Mohist Martial Art Museum on Xiangyang Road. People! Do you want to help the other party stop me?"

"Just kidding, I'll just take a look." Boss Yan immediately closed the shop, crossed the street with Mo Ming, and came to the martial arts studio with an attitude of not taking it too seriously.

It is wide open, and entering the door is a very spacious lobby.

There is a huge calligraphy and painting hanging in the hall, and the word "ink" is written with a big ink-stained brush!

Many young and strong guys are "having sex and having sex" to release their energy that has nowhere to bloom.

Dumbbells, push-pulls, treadmills, squats...there are all kinds of exercises.

As soon as Boss Yan arrived at the gym, all the practitioners looked at him and smiled, and some shouted:
"Boss Yan, you came to practice so early today. Hey, you brought a newcomer? Could it be that you were tricked by your pretense of not being able to eat three bowls of food, right? Your monthly commission is getting soft!"

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense, how can you insult people's innocence out of thin air." Boss Yan said with wide eyes, and pointed at Mo Ming.

"He said he was kicking the gym!"

Whoa!
A stone stirred up thousands of waves, and everyone stopped their movements and looked over with unfriendly expressions.

Among them, the three figures are the most powerful. They were the three guys who took Mo Qingran back that day and put him in a dilemma in the car: Mo Ziang, Mo Ziqiu, and Mo Zilei.

The three looked at each other, and Mo Ziang stepped forward first, and said coldly, "How dare you return them one by one? I think you won't cry until you see the coffin!"

"Coffin? I've seen it a lot these days, but I'm not the one who shed tears." Mo Ming said lightly.

"Zi Ang, why are you talking nonsense with him? Since you dare to come to kick the hall, you must be prepared to be kicked. I think the eldest lady will not blame us." Mo Ziqiu snorted.

Mo Zilei said: "Yes, after all, it is to maintain the reputation of the Mo family. Don't kill him, just break a few of his bones!"

Boss Yan was so frightened that he hurriedly hid aside, staying far away from Mo Ming, for fear of being affected. This was the first time he saw these three coaches who didn't talk too much being so angry.

Mo Ming, what a disaster!
People around are also talking about it.

"How long do you think this guy can last?"

"Look at this small body, three seconds, no more."

"I bet for a second."

"I bet 0.01 seconds!"

There was a burst of laughter at the scene, and the inside and outside of the lobby were filled with a happy atmosphere, which made Mo Ming recall the feeling in the carriage that day.

Very good, very good, this is on top.

Mo Ming's blood began to boil, this is probably fighting with others, it's a lot of fun!

Although the demons in Qingjing Mountain are terrifying, they always feel that something is almost there, and if they are killed, they will be killed. They are just monster-killing machines with no emotions, and they lack the empathy of being human.

But human emotions are the best catalyst, which can instantly ignite the will to fight.

Mo Ming stomped his feet suddenly, two deep footprints were directly stepped on the hard ground, and his whole body turned into a cannonball roaring and shooting at Mo Ziang.

(End of this chapter)