The kitchen that I haven't touched for a long time has fallen from dust, and the pot is not as clean as before.

Zhou Xiaotian cleaned up the pots and pans in the kitchen. Since Zhou Muqing left, he seemed to have cooked a few meals by himself and finished the remaining dishes. He hadn't moved much. At most, he would get hungry at night to put down a bowl of noodles.

Especially since the beginning of summer, I am even more lazy to move by myself.

The remaining piece of ginger in the corner has dried up after sprouting, and a few garlics have tender buds, but they are not too dry, so I don’t know what the principle is.

She cleaned everything from inside to outside, and from eight o'clock in the evening to almost ten o'clock, she got everything done, sweated, took off her clothes and changed into slippers and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Xia Xiaoman is still in the kitchen.

Zhou Xiaotian is much better than her master. She once praised Zhou Xiaotian for opening a small restaurant with this skill.

"There are many certificates for opening restaurants, business licenses, sanitation certificates, fire protection... Anyway, there are a lot of messes, so you can find a place to decorate it and open it at will." Zhou Xiaotian laughed at her for not being able to keep up with the times and staying in the past.

In Zhou Muqing's consciousness, opening a hotel is indeed just a skill, but he didn't expect that there were so many twists and turns.

The bathroom was turned on and closed, and Zhou Xiaotian came out of it, his hair was wrapped in a towel, and he only took a shower.

She turned on the TV and lay on the sofa. She felt very tired. She turned down the TV volume and squinted her eyes to calculate her income today.

"Who is there?" She noticed that there seemed to be a figure in the kitchen and suddenly became much more awake.

The house was quiet, Zhou Xiaotian was not panicked, and gently held the fruit knife on the table in his hand and stood up from the sofa.

Reverse grip and positive grip are often confused. When cutting fruits normally, the grip with the tip of the knife facing outward looks positive, but in fact it is reverse grip. The tip of the knife is backward and needs to be lifted up and stabbed downward to be the straight grip. That kind of grip is easy to hide, and exerting force can cause more damage.

The tip of the knife is forward, which makes it easier to stab it directly. Zhou Xiaotian slowly approaches with the fruit knife.

"Who?" she asked.

There is still no movement inside.

She stood in the living room and looked carefully, turned on the lights, and the kitchen was empty, but she was just scaring herself.

Zhou Xiaotian suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and stared at the kitchen that was unobstructed. She felt that she seemed to feel that there was indeed someone here.

"Master, is it you?" she asked in a low voice.

No response.

"It's big night, don't scare people, okay?"

Zhou Xiaotian took the fruit knife and walked around, checked the wardrobe, behind the curtains, and under the bed, looked at the security door again, and lay back on the sofa. The security room of this house is very safe, and the security windows and security doors are both of high-standard. She has been with her two women since she was a child and cares about this.

If it is a ghost, you don’t have to be afraid... It’s probably only people who can harm people.

Zhou Xiaotian always felt this way.

She carried a copper basin to save the dead souls, and had never been afraid, whether it was when she was following her master or when she was alone.

Be more careful when you are on guard against people.

When she was young in the early years, the security was not as good as it is now. She lived with her master in the courtyard in the urban village. A sickle often placed under her bed. She would be prepared for any movement in the courtyard outside or the barking of a neighbor.

Fortunately, her profession is special. When she is not going well, she will notice something in advance. She will keep a low profile and she will also shake a divination. She has not encountered any danger in so many years.

The only time was probably that winter. I still got on the train even though I knew the road ahead was dangerous, but it was a surprise that I was trapped for a few days.

Zhou Xiaotian was thinking about it all and suddenly laughed.

"Nothing is there? I'm too tired and suspicious."

She was lying on the sofa wrapped in a blanket. The weather in September was a little cold, not as good as the previous two months. When she felt the coldness of the night, she got up again, turned off the TV and went into the room, and lay back on the bed to rest.

It started to rain outside at night, drizzling, hitting the window.

Zhou Xiaotian returned to the past in his dream. There was no master, no shop, only herself, she didn't know where she was, but only remembered a garbage dump.

The rain continued until the morning before she stopped. She woke up for a while and looked at the weather outside. She didn't go to the shop because it was raining. She found a white umbrella from behind the door. Just as she was about to go out, she looked at the big black umbrella that was placed with her umbrella. After thinking for a while, she changed into the black one.

The big black umbrella is not a folded one, but a long umbrella. This is a relic of Zhou Muqing. She used to find it inconvenient, but after using it for a long time, she now thinks this long umbrella is quite beautiful.

Zhou Xiaotian put on a dark coat and went out with an umbrella.

Baicheng has distinct seasons. The autumn rain is chilling, and it is cold to the body. People on the street are wearing coats and short-sleeved shorts are replaced with autumn clothes under the rain.

The leaves on the roadside began to turn yellow.

When I arrived at Old Town Street, only the tea shop outside opened. I wanted to take a break during this rain. I didn’t have much business in normal times, but now it is even sparsely populated.

The roller shutter door was pulled open with a clanging sound. Zhou Xiaotian stomped his feet and walked in, lit incense as usual, wiped the tabletop with a cloth, and then picked up the book he read yesterday and continued to look.

Opening a store is not business, but life.

I always feel that I am missing something at home. Although I am not short of money and can do business on my mobile phone, I just can’t get excited. Only here can I find something to do.

At around nine o'clock, a customer came to the store. Looking at her appearance, she was about thirty years old, tall, with a light gray jacket, glasses on her nose, and dressed up in an intellectual manner. She put in an umbrella outside the door and looked at her curiously.

"I heard that you are very accurate here." She was surprised that the store was opened by a young girl and it didn't look very reliable.

Zhou Xiaotian had already put down the book, looked up and smiled, made a gesture of sitting, and then turned his head to look at the time.

"Come and ask about marriage." Zhou Xiaotian said.

"What?" the woman was stunned.

"You are here to ask about marriage."

Zhou Xiaotian's eyes were clear and he said in a very normal tone.

"Uh..." the woman frowned, "How did you see it?"

"Can you understand after saying it?"

“…”

She was silent for a moment, "Then guess."

"I'm not married at the age of old, and I want to get married." Zhou Xiaotian leaned against the back of the chair, "and happened to meet a partner."

"You know I'm not married?"

Zhou Xiaotian glanced at the ring on her finger and withdrew his gaze, "It won't be done this year."

“…”

The woman looked at Zhou Xiaotian with an incredible look, then looked at the ring on her hand, opened her mouth twice, and said nothing.

"Why?"

"I'm the fortune teller here." Zhou Xiaotian pointed to the sign, "Wait for you to say a lot of things, I'll help you analyze it? There's no empty space."
Chapter completed!