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"Miss, it's right here!" Xiao Man was already very sure that there was something delicious here. There was a hint of excitement in his tone, as if he had already smelled the aroma of delicious food, and his eyes were full of anticipation and certainty.

"Let's go in. July and September, don't go hungry." After Jing Chunxi finished greeting, Xiaoman gently pushed open the wooden door on the side, just like the person in front.

The door creaked with a slight sound.

Jing Chunxi walked in front, and Chuntao followed closely. After they entered, they had not yet had a chance to take a close look at the scene inside.

Tang Shuang slipped in before Xiao Man. As she walked, Tang Shuang called out in a voice not much quieter than usual, "Boss, what can I eat?"

Tang Shuang's voice was still as loud as usual, and she didn't suppress it much. Even Jing Chunxi and Chun Tao were startled. The little girl really didn't pay attention to the occasion at all.

Almost everyone in the shop jumped up, they were all frightened and their hair stood on end.

The originally quiet atmosphere was instantly shattered, everyone at a loss for words at the sudden noise. July and September tried to intervene from behind, but it was too late. They exchanged a helpless glance, then hurriedly followed.

A man sitting at the table eating suddenly stood up and looked at them warily. He pulled out a sharp bamboo stick from somewhere and held it tightly in his hand, as if ready to defend himself at any moment. His eyes were alert, and his body was slightly leaning forward, ready to deal with any possible consequences.

The two people who were standing in front of the stove with lunch boxes waiting for their meals turned around quickly.

The middle-aged man raised the empty lunch box in his hand high up, as if holding a weapon, his eyes wide open; the other woman's lunch box fell to the ground with a loud bang, and she was obviously frightened.

The couple, both about forty years old, were busy standing in front of the stove. The man raised the big soup spoon above his head, as if to deal with the violence that was about to follow; the proprietress reached to the side and raised the kitchen knife on the chopping board. The blade gleamed coldly under the dim light, and her face was full of fear and vigilance.

Jing Chunxi and the others had completely missed this situation, and several of them were frightened by their actions. They stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do.

What was going on? Looking at the five people originally in the shop, they didn't look ferocious, but just ordinary people.

Were these six people that scary when they came in? How could they scare others like that? How could they act like robbers in a shop?

Seeing everyone staring at her, Frosting quickly covered her mouth. Then, realizing something was wrong, she lowered her hands and waved them in front of her face. She whispered, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that." Her face was filled with apology, and her eyes were a little panicked. She was obviously frightened by the sudden tense atmosphere.

None of the five people moved, nor did they show any intention of forgiving her. They all touched their chests and took a few deep breaths, and finally looked at the six people who came in.

The shopkeeper was the first to put down his spoon and resume his work. His movements seemed a little stiff, clearly still recovering from the shock. The woman also picked up the food box from the floor and patted it. Fortunately, it was not broken, but she sighed softly.

Chuntao didn't dare get too close. She lowered her voice and asked quietly, "Boss, we're here to eat. What's available in the shop?" Her voice was gentle and cautious, afraid to disturb the other person again. There was a hint of apology in her eyes, trying to ease the tension.

Seeing two girls and two children, and two more girls behind them, the proprietress pulled the corners of her mouth awkwardly, put down the kitchen knife, and said in a trembling voice: "We were too nervous."

She looked behind her and suddenly said, "Close the door." Her voice was a little urgent and a little panicked. She rubbed her hands on her apron and wanted to run out from behind the stove. Xiao Man was a few steps faster than her and immediately turned around to close the door and fasten the bolt.

Xiao Man turned around and smiled, trying to ease the atmosphere: "We don't mean any harm, we just want to eat something."

The man at the table sat down with a thud. His hand, still trembling as he picked up the small spoon, placed the pointed bamboo skewer beside his bowl. He lowered his head, still feeling a lingering fear.

The woman who picked up the food box patted her chest and said as if she had just come back to her senses, "I was so scared. I thought the Japanese had entered the city again." There was a hint of crying in her voice, and she was obviously frightened.

Frosting felt guilty and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry."

The proprietress walked back to her original position, twisted her neck, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "After I sell you guys, I won't sell any more! This business is so scary. If you don't starve to death, you'll be scared to death."

Her voice was filled with helplessness and exhaustion; the day had exhausted her both physically and mentally. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, a hint of worry in her eyes.

The woman also responded: "When will this kind of life end? I want to die." Her tone was full of despair, as if every day was spent in agony.

Hearing this, Jing Chunxi and the others looked at each other, stunned, unable to stand or sit. They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. But the mention of "Japanese" by the woman suggested unrest in the area. Jing Chunxi then thought of the "pirates" mentioned in the letters. Could this be related to the invasion by the Japanese from the Dongyi Kingdom?

The man standing in front of the stove repeated what he was doing while pointing at them and said, "We only have Dingbianhu. If you want to eat, please sit down first! You will have to wait a while." His voice was flat and helpless, as if he had become accustomed to this stressful life.

After saying that, he turned to Tang Shuang, put on a serious expression, and said sternly: "Don't be so impulsive in the future, little girl. You're so loud, be careful not to attract the Japanese. The Japanese like people like you the most!" There was a hint of blame in his tone, and he was obviously dissatisfied with Tang Shuang's loud voice just now.

Although Tang Shuang wasn't frightened by the "Japanese," she still nodded obediently. Her face flushed slightly, and she looked a little embarrassed, but she still lowered her head obediently, not daring to speak loudly.

Someone spoke first, and the woman finally couldn't help it. She was obviously very unhappy. She glared at Tang Shuang and said, "You must be from outside! Who in this local area would dare to let their child out so late at night? Aren't they afraid of being caught by the Dongyi?" There was a hint of blame and worry in her tone, and she was puzzled by the behavior of these outsiders.

Chuntao smiled awkwardly, trying to change the subject. She moved a stool for Jing Chunxi and then called to the remaining people, saying, "Sit down, everyone! Boss, give us ten bowls of Dingbianhu." Her voice was gentle and polite, trying to ease the tension. She knew she couldn't cause any more trouble at this moment, so she could only try to calm the other person down.

Xiao Man and Tang Shuang would definitely be able to eat two bowls, and July and September would also be able to eat. We couldn't let anyone suffer any loss. Chun Tao silently calculated in her mind, making sure everyone had enough to eat.

After doing all this, Chuntao turned around and apologized to the shopkeeper in a low voice: "I'm sorry, everyone! My sister is ignorant and scared you." Her tone was sincere, hoping to get the other party's understanding.

The snack shop was small, with only two long tables on either side of the entrance, which could only accommodate seven or eight people at most. Once the six of them sat down, all the seats were full. The room seemed a bit crowded, but fortunately, everyone quieted down and the atmosphere gradually eased.

"Let me see what Dingbianhu is." Xiaoman sat down, then stood up again a moment later. His movements were gentle, his voice deliberately low, as he walked over to the stove. He curiously peeked in, his eyes gleaming with a desire for something new.

Tang Shuang knew she was in the wrong, and after Chun Tao glared at her a few times, she didn't dare follow, even though she was curious. She lowered her head and remained silent. Although she was unwilling to accept it, she still sat there obediently, not daring to cause any more trouble.