Master Na Ming snorted: "Don't play catch-up with me. Do you think I don't know? Someone talked to you today and asked you some questions, right?"
Mr. Han nodded: "Indeed, because my buns are so good, someone asked me a few questions."
"Tell me the truth about what you said!"
Mr. Han said: "Someone asked me how the steamed buns are so delicious. I told her that this is a secret recipe passed down from ancestors, and that's it."
"Really? How did I hear that those people asked more than that?"
"It's more than that? What else is there? I'm sorry that I'm old and can't remember clearly. Why don't you, Mr. Ming, remind me?"
"Did that person say that the buns you made have a special taste, very similar to those made by her relatives?"
Mr. Han made an expression as if he suddenly understood: "Oh, yes, that seems to be the question."
"How did you answer?"
"She said that my craftsmanship is very similar to that of her grandfather. I thought it was quite funny at the time. There are so many people who can make sweet-scented osmanthus sugar buns. She must have seen me, the old man, and then she thought of her deceased grandfather. She was moved by the scene. !”
"Really?" The man's voice was full of doubt.
Mr. Han shrugged: "If Mr. Ming doesn't believe it, I have nothing to do. You can just ask the person who is secretly monitoring me to come out and confront me face to face, and let him find out whether I have told a lie."
The black shadow was silent for a while, and finally said: "I'll trust you again for now. Remember, don't say what you shouldn't say, and don't do what you shouldn't do. Do you understand?"
Mr. Han nodded quickly: "I understand, old man, I have been here in Wangchuan Valley for hundreds of years. Don't I even understand these rules?"
Black Shadow nodded with satisfaction. Turning around and walking towards the door, the people who had been standing outside watching the show quickly turned to make way and held their breath to avoid being discovered by this mysterious black shadow.
When the black shadow turned around, his pale and terrifying face was revealed.
As the saying goes, appearance comes from the heart. Obviously, this person has an evil mind, which is why he has such an evil face.
The black shadow disappeared in front of the three people in the blink of an eye. They were about to enter the house, but out of the corner of their eyes, they caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flashing into the house from the window.
I just heard Mr. Han say: "You little brat, if you don't leave the door, you will get through the window. I will put a charm on the window another day to see how you can get through."
When Mr. Han finished speaking, the shadow finally revealed its true form, and turned out to be a kid with the appearance of a young man.
The kid said: "Can you get the talisman by yourself? Stop bragging!"
Old Han snorted: "Kid, don't underestimate me. I was so powerful back then. A kid like you is not even worthy of carrying my shoes."
The kid had a look of disdain on his face and snorted: "Come on, it sounds like you are so powerful. How could you be imprisoned here by Master Ming if you are so powerful? You make money for him as a slave for free, and you are beaten by him from time to time. Look. You are so injured that it is difficult to walk, so why are you so powerful? Who are you trying to bluff?"
Mr. Han blinked and said with a smile: "I really didn't realize that you little guy still has some conscience and you still know how to feel sorry for me!"
The little ghost said: "Who cares about you? I'm just telling the truth. Although I didn't tell the truth to Mr. Ming about what happened today, I just don't want you to be beaten by Mr. Ming again, lest I have to serve you again."
Mr. Han nodded and said to the kid: "Thank you anyway. There is some food in the kitchen. You can go get it yourself. I'm tired and need to rest."