Yuan Er? Isn't that what? Zhao Erya and Zhao Xiaowu looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes!
Wouldn't it be so coincidental? Yuan Er only had a conflict with them today. They were worried that Yuan Er would trouble them, and as a result, Yuan Er died
Don't they... don't have to worry about it
Thinking of this, Zhao Erya and Zhao Xiaowu turned their heads to look at Su Luo.
Su Luo smiled without saying a word.
And the people around were still talking lively.
"I heard that Yuan Er's death was not easy! I heard that he was killed by someone!"
Zhao Erya looked at Su Luo subconsciously...
"Oh? Didn't he say that he died when his head was smashed by a vase that fell from the balcony?"
The person at the next table lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "It was indeed smashed to death by a vase, but that vase... why did it fall down at that time? And there were dozens of people there at the time, so why not smash others? How about smashing Yuan Er?"
"So this one of..."
"You don't know, there's something special about this. According to many people, they saw the son of the mayor's family shoot the vase down with a slingshot!"
"The mayor has married more than a dozen concubines, but he only has one son, right? If you guess correctly, this son came from the mayor's wife, right?"
"That's not it."
"That is to say, the mayor's wife, the twelfth concubine, Yuan Er, the mayor's son... Yuan Er's death really wasn't easy!"
In the Luo family bun shop, everyone whispered, whispered, and talked a lot...
Although they didn't say who the murderer was, they looked at each other, and they all knew it.
Seeing Zhao Erya and Zhao Xiaowu looking curious and questioning, Su Luo asked, "Are you full?"
"I'm full, I'm full..." The two said hurriedly.
So many buns... They have never eaten such delicious white buns in their entire lives, and they are still full, and there is dumpling soup. It's really... an unprecedented happiness!
Su Luo waved his hand: "Twenty-five more buns."
Zhao Erya looked at Su Luo with a look of surprise: "Sister Yun, you, you, do you still have to pack?"
Did you spend too much money today? Much has exceeded their imagination!
Su Luo waved his hand: "I don't like the food your grandma made, so I can just bring it back for a few meals."
After packing, Su Luo settled the bill, a total of fifty cents.
Originally, Su Luo had thirty or fifty cents of money, but now he spent fifty cents all at once. The Zhao sisters and brothers were so distressed, but Su Luo didn't take it seriously.
It's only fifty cents...
Compared with her previous expenses, it was really... a drop in the bucket.
After leaving Luo's shop, Zhao Erya pulled Su Luo and asked cautiously, "Sister Yun, you, you, you..."
Su Luo looked at her with a faint smile: "They all said Yuan Er was dead, and I don't know if it's true, let's go, let's go to Hongsheng Restaurant, the news there is the most accurate."
Zhao Erya glanced at Su Luo suspiciously, so... Does Yuan Er really have nothing to do with Sister Yun at all
But her intuition told her that it seemed to be related...
Hongsheng Restaurant.
As soon as Su Luo left, the shopkeeper saw her. He stepped forward and asked in surprise, "Why did you guys go to the lobby?"
Su Luo looked around and saw that the people in the lobby were almost seated. She smiled lightly: "Why, could it be that the shopkeeper doesn't do our business?"