The chef at Sister Xiao’s is really good at craftsmanship. Ning Huanxin ordered two more side dishes, each of which tastes particularly good.

The legendary old chicken soup with mountain vegetables is even more delicious.

"The wild vegetables here are so delicious, there should be many repeat customers, right?"

Ning Huan was full, so she turned her head and chatted with the little sister Xiao family on the side.

"Well, there are a lot of repeat customers, but the temperature difference between morning and evening in this mountain is big, only in midsummer, so we have a lot of tourists here in midsummer, other times...very few guests."

Sister Xiao is as talkative as Xiao Dazhong, and Ning Huan heartily noticed that Sister Xiao was always using a calculator. She remembered that Sister Xiao was also doing the calculations during the day.

However, there are no customers in this store, so what is she?

Ning Huanxin took a more curious look: "Big sister, are you setting up the accounts? Is there something wrong with the accounts? I think you have been doing it for a long time."

"Uh, nothing."

Hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Sister Xiao suddenly looked a little strange, and she immediately pushed the calculator aside.

"Actually, I just calculate this month's income and expenditure, as well as the salary of the chef and waiter. I have no education and I am not good at arithmetic."

With that, Sister Xiao walked out of the service desk.

"I listened to the weather forecast that it was raining. It is estimated that the temperature will drop tonight. I will go upstairs first and add a quilt to Miss Gu in your room.

With that, Sister Xiao hurried upstairs.

That figure seemed to run away no matter what.

She... was flustered, as if afraid that she would know something.

Ning Huan's eyes flashed--

This is really interesting!

In this small village of ten miles of mountains, is there any secret that you don't want outsiders to know?

…………

At night, thunder came from outside the window. Soon after, it started to rain. The rain was not very heavy, but it could still be heard clearly in the room.

Ning Huanxin hadn't fallen asleep, but the room was very clean. Sister Xiao gave Ning Huanxin more quilts, so Ning Huanxin couldn't feel the cold at night.

She just kept thinking about the Shili Mountains and Misty Valley.

Misty Valley is actually part of the Ten Mile Mountain. Although the rumored Misty Valley is terrifying, Ning Huanxin didn't encounter any weird things early in and out of it.

Outside the Mist Valley, there is indeed a lot of resentment, but you only need to use your mental power and spiritual knowledge to enter the mist, and there will be no danger even if you get lost inside. As long as the mental power is stronger, you can get out soon.

So, let alone monks and warriors, even ordinary people, as long as they have a strong sense of direction or a strong sense of direction, they will not be lost in it forever!

perhaps……

Ning Huan turned his head subconsciously and looked at the glass window, vaguely seeing the raindrops on the window.

It is not the mist that keeps those people out, but something in the valley of mist, even some people.

Ning Huanxin thought of the village in the valley again, and thought of Dabao and Erbao. She really cared too much—

After all, what Erbao said will be the same soon. What does it mean?

…………

When Ning Huan was full of thoughts, sister Xiao and his wife, who lived under the same roof, could not sleep for a long time listening to the night rain.

"I heard that Fan Laosan is sick again today."

Sister Xiao was lying on the bed, her tone a little complicated.

"I heard about it when I got back."

Wei Shuangquan's simple and honest face was full of sadness: "Yu Zhu has been missing for a few years. Fan Laosan just can't let it go. He always wanders outside the Forbidden Valley. This is no way to continue!"