The Ming Dynasty: Starting with the Somersault Cloud, Old Zhu was so envious he cried!

Zhu Ming: "..."

No, you two knelt down so quickly?

I haven't said a word yet!

He looked at the two sisters on the ground speechlessly, then waved his hand and said, "Get up. I don't like people kneeling before me all the time. We don't do that!"

However, the female shopkeeper raised her head, her face beaming with a fawning smile.

Instead of getting up, she moved closer to Zhu Ming's position.

"It's alright, it's alright. I'm perfectly fine kneeling here. The ground is cool, and it's comfortable to kneel here!"

Then, she looked at Zhu Ming cautiously and tentatively asked, "Sir... could you be a deity descended to earth?"

Zhu Ming shook his head and chuckled, "What kind of upright official are you? I can't bear that title. I'm just an ordinary person!"

Upon hearing this, the female shopkeeper's smile froze instantly, and she looked at him with an expression that seemed to say, "Are you taking me for a fool?"

An ordinary person?

She turned her head and glanced at the delicious food that had appeared out of nowhere on the table, still steaming hot. The rich aroma kept wafting into her nose, almost tempting her away.

You're telling me you're an ordinary person?

So what am I?

Salted fish? Or just trash?

The female shopkeeper chuckled twice, her face saying, "I saw through it all along."

"Sir, you must be joking. How can an ordinary person conjure food out of thin air?"

Her eyes lit up, as if she had suddenly realized something, and she slapped her thigh hard:

"Oh, I see! You must be a celestial being descended to earth to travel among humans, right?"

The more she listened, the more she realized how reasonable his words made, and her gaze toward Zhu Ming gradually became filled with awe.

A moment later, she leaned closer, lowered her voice, and asked mysteriously:

"To be able to conjure up so much delicious food out of thin air... Could it be that you are the Kitchen God?"

Zhu Ming was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

Seeing his reaction, the female shopkeeper's eyes lit up instantly. She thought she had guessed correctly, and her voice trembled with excitement:

"I knew it! You really are the Kitchen God..."

"I am not."

Zhu Ming's expression changed instantly, and he decisively interrupted her.

The female shopkeeper's smile froze instantly, her mouth still open, her excited expression frozen on her face, as if she had been frozen in place.

"It's not the Kitchen God..."

The female shopkeeper clenched her right fist and slammed it into her palm before continuing to guess:

"Then it must be another deity, like the God of Fortune? The God of Longevity? The God of Wealth?"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Zhu Ming was exasperated, his lips twitching. "You've got a good eye for things! I already told you I'm not a god! My name is Zhu Ming!"

"Zhu Ming?"

The female shopkeeper and Xiaoyu exchanged a glance, then shook their heads in unison, saying, "We don't know them!"

Zhu Ming: "..."

If you don't know someone, you don't know them. Why say it out loud?

At this moment, Xu Miaoyun, who was standing to the side, couldn't bear to watch any longer and stepped forward to introduce them to the two:

"Let me tell you, and you must listen carefully: this is His Majesty's eldest son, the sixth prince of the Ming Dynasty, His Highness Zhu Ming!"

She had thought that after hearing this, the female shopkeeper would be so frightened that she would kneel down again and kowtow repeatedly to apologize.

However, the excited expression on the female shopkeeper's face vanished instantly. She casually got up from the ground, dusted off her knees, grabbed Xiaoyu, and turned to walk behind the counter.

Xu Miaoyun: "?"

She was completely stunned.

This isn't the reaction she expected, is it?

"You two should leave as soon as you're done eating."

The female shopkeeper turned her head and said coldly, "This place is too small for me; you are not welcome here."

"What kind of attitude is this! You..." Xu Miaoyun exploded on the spot. She had long disliked this woman with big breasts.

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Ming reached out and grabbed him.

Zhu Ming remained calm, watching the female shopkeeper's retreating figure, and slowly said, "Give me a reason."

The female shopkeeper paused, without turning around, her voice carrying a hint of resentment:

"Because you are Zhu Yuanzhang's son."

"How dare you!" Xu Miaoyun shouted sharply, "You dare to address His Majesty by his given name..."

"What?" The female shopkeeper whirled around, a cold laugh escaping her lips. "You want to kill me? Then go ahead and kill me!"

She raised her chin, her eyes filled with a resolute, "What's the point of living anyway?": "I can't live like this anymore."

Xu Miaoyun was immediately speechless.

Despite her quick wit and the nickname "Little Zhuge Liang,"

But what if you're facing someone who's not even afraid of death?

She was truly at her wit's end!

Zhu Ming was silent for a moment, then asked, "My father killed your family?"

The female shopkeeper shook her head: "No."

Zhu Ming was somewhat puzzled: "Since my father never killed your family, why did you react so strongly when you heard I was Zhu Yuanzhang's son?"

The female shopkeeper suddenly raised her head, her eyes slightly red, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion:

"He didn't do it himself, but my family died because of him!"

Why can't I hate you?

Zhu Ming looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded: "I understand. Can you tell me about this grudge?"

The female shopkeeper turned her face away, unwilling to dwell on these painful memories, and coldly ordered the customer to leave.

"Our store is closed, please leave immediately."

After speaking, she paused, then added, "My younger sister ate one of those two bowls of vegetarian noodles, so I'll only charge you for one."

"no."

Zhu Ming shook his head and said seriously, "Since we ordered two bowls of vegetarian noodles, we should pay for both. The bowl your little sister ate was my treat. What does it have to do with her?"

After saying that, he started rummaging through his pockets for money.

After searching for a long time,

A slightly embarrassed expression suddenly appeared on Zhu Ming's face.

He scratched his head, looking embarrassed, and said:

"Um... I'm sorry, this is the smallest one I have here."

As he spoke, he took out a gleaming gold ingot from his pocket and slammed it onto the table.

When I left home this morning,

Empress Ma was worried that he would suffer any mistreatment on the journey, so she stuffed a bag full of gold ingots into his bag.

His elder brother, Zhu Biao, was even more extravagant, throwing away hundreds of taels of gold in one go, saying things like, "A poor family should travel with plenty of money, don't be stingy."

So Zhu Ming currently has the least amount of money in his pocket.

It was a gold ingot worth fifty taels.

Upon seeing this, the female shopkeeper rolled her eyes dramatically, her tone carrying a hint of resentment towards the wealthy.

"I don't have change."

"Keep the change, please."

Zhu Ming waved his hand grandly, declaring with boundless pride, "This gold ingot is all yours."

He paused, looked into the female shopkeeper's eyes, and said earnestly:

"Just tell me about the feud between our two families."

The female shopkeeper was initially somewhat tempted, but upon hearing the last sentence, her expression instantly changed. She waved her hands frantically, urging, "Go, go, go quickly! I don't want the money for the noodles, you all need to leave now!"

But the more she acted this way, the more curious Zhu Ming became.

We absolutely must find out the truth behind this grievance.

But this woman was stubborn and wouldn't listen to reason.

I won't eat it, whether it's soft or hard.

Zhu Ming stroked his chin, pondering what to do,

His gaze inadvertently fell on Xiaoyu, who was being protected by the female shopkeeper behind her.

Zhu Ming's eyes lit up.

Have it.

He suddenly pulled a large knife from his pocket.

The blade was taller than him, gleaming with a cold light.

He slammed his fist on the table with a loud "thud," making the bowls and plates on the table jump.

Zhu Ming deliberately put on a stern face, lowered his voice, and pretended to be fierce as he said:

"Madam... oh no, shopkeeper," he cleared his throat, "you wouldn't want your sister to be in any danger, would you?"