He decided not to think about it, so he went to the refrigerator in the back room to take out the dumplings that Old Chen had mentioned, cooked a plate, and ate them with vinegar. After eating the dumplings, he washed a few more bowls and cleaned up the kitchen before returning to the front shop.
The Bronze Lord was still sitting on the counter, quietly, as usual.
Duan Huainan glanced at it, put it into the cabinet, locked it, and turned off the lights in the store, leaving only a night light at the door.
The place where he lives is at the back of the store, a small single room with a single bed and a wardrobe, and only the corridor space is left.
Lying on the bed, Duan Huainan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw the scene I just saw, the man with the red lines on his face, the red pot of fire, and the cry of "respect the gods".
"Why are you thinking about all this? You have to get up early tomorrow." He turned over and put the quilt over his head.
