"Have you seen my face?"
"No! I didn't see anything!"
The rapier woman's voice was cold, like she was interrogating a prisoner. I was keenly aware that something was wrong in the atmosphere, so I quickly lied and denied that I didn't see it.
"I'm asking you again, tell the truth! Have you seen my face?"
"I...I saw a little bit, just a little bit..." (Actually, I saw everything.)
The next second, she moved her hand instantly, and the thin sword seemed to slip out of her sleeve. Cold light appeared, and it stabbed at my chest at high speed!
The sword was drawn out so fast that I couldn't even use eight steps to dodge the cicada.
I stood there not daring to move or speak, because I could really feel the killing intent on the tip of the sword.
"Sister, let me forget it. This kid probably didn't mean it. He is Silver Fox's apprentice. If you kill him, our reputation in the Tao will be bad."
The middle-aged man who spoke to me gave me a secret look.
I immediately said: "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to look at your face!"
Then, the sharp sword slowly moved up and stopped in front of my face, pointing directly at my eyes, less than five centimeters away.
"For the sake of your master, it's just this once, and it won't happen next time."
"Understood! I understand!"
She sheathed her sword instantly and continued drinking water as if nothing was wrong.
The middle-aged man came over, patted me, and said with a smile: "Okay, kid, don't be afraid, our Brother Pao will not kill ordinary people indiscriminately. Let's go buy some rice again. It's so spicy that it's hard to swallow."
"Okay! I'll go right away! Be back soon!"
After I came out, I still felt lingering fear. I had experienced too many things. I knew what it meant to kill someone and what it meant to scare someone! Just because I saw her face, she wanted to kill me with a sword...
An expert can tell when she strikes. Her sword-drawing speed is as fast as lightning. If she hadn't stopped at the end, I might have had a hole in my chest.
I came to the conclusion, "This woman has a weird temper and I don't dare to offend her."
But she is really good-looking, with a face shape and a high nose that even makes her look a bit mixed-race. I guess she is five or six years older than me, that is, in her mid-twenties.
Of course, I just admire her, and I won't have any bad thoughts about her, because this kind of woman is like a wild rose if she uses a plant metaphor, and she is a porcupine if she uses an animal metaphor. Anyway, she has thorns all over her body and pricks her mouth.
When we arrived at the fried rice stall, the boy was cleaning up the booth. Seeing me coming over again, he said with an ugly face: "Brother, I really have no money now."
"I'm not asking you for money. I'm frying some rice noodles! No chili this time!" I said with a dark face.
He laughed and said, "It's too spicy to eat. I told you my chili was spicy! You didn't believe it!"
Seeing my gloomy expression, he immediately set up a pot and started the fire.
It takes seven or eight minutes to make fried noodles, so I took advantage of this time and ran to a small shop across the road.
"Boss, is there Assam?"
"what would you like?"
The small store is small and the decoration is very shabby. It sells mostly small things. The owner who asked me what I wanted was a short old lady with gray hair.
"Assam! Milk tea!" I said loudly because I was afraid that the other person would be hard of hearing.
After hearing this, the old lady shook her head: "No, it smells delicious."
"where?"
"I'll get it for you."
The old lady helped me get the milk tea from the second shelf. Maybe she was old, but her hands were unsteady and shaking when she handed it to me.
"Is there hot water? I'll make milk tea. I'll add five yuan."
"There is hot water, it's free, young man, go and pour it yourself." The old man spoke weakly, feeling as if he was not in good health.
I made milk tea with hot water from the thermos. I was about to pay and leave when my eyes suddenly caught sight of a wooden cupboard in the corner.
In the past, old cupboards were covered with a door curtain. I saw the bottom of a white bottle exposed under the door curtain. The exposed part was about three centimeters high.
"Old man, can I get a bowl and use it? Have a drink of hot water."
She said the bowls were all in the cabinet and I could just take them myself.
