Chapter 8 The Gorgeous Boss Lady (Part 2)

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When Locke was done, the proprietress also came out with two plates of food. She first put the food on one table, then went back to the bar to find a candle that had burned to the size of a thumb. A little brighter. Xia Qian noticed the re-wrapped package and the slightly clean floor on the counter, understood something, and showed a moved look on her face. "Come and eat, my lord." Xia Qian greeted Dallock.

"Uh... I said you can make something casually? We'll have this for dinner?" Locke pointed to the two plates of black paste on the table in surprise. Locke knew that this was baked mashed potatoes, which Locke often ate when he was a child when his family had a bad harvest or when he encountered difficulties in life.

"This... this is the only food I have here. I'm sorry, my lord." Xia Qian whispered with a blushing face, perhaps thinking of something and feeling like she was about to cry again.

"Forget it, I haven't eaten mashed potatoes for a long time, so I think it's past." Seeing that this glamorous proprietress has a tendency to cry again, she quickly changed her words. To be honest, Locke is now a carnivorous creature who can eat meat all the time. It is really embarrassing for him to go backwards to eat baked potatoes, mashed potatoes with a little salt, and mashed potatoes. Locke was curious about what the woman was going through now. You must know that the small thumb-sized candle on the table now, and now let Locke take it to the barracks to exchange it, and you can get a delicious meal with meat. Candles are high-end items, most of which are used by nobles. Because of the complicated craftsmanship, their prices are very high. They are rarely used by the people. Even rich peasants and businessmen with small assets will use a little bit. The only lighting is the oil lamp. As for Locke's military tent, they can only rely on torches to illuminate the cards to spend the night.

"I'm just curious, you are a very famous bar proprietress, you eat this every meal." Locke said to the sobbing proprietress teasingly, and without waiting for the proprietress to say anything, he picked up the plate of mashed potatoes. When he got up, he was really hungry. He drank a lot of wine in the afternoon and didn't eat anything, and his stomach was burning now.

The proprietress heard what she wanted to say, and saw Locke's rude eating style at this time, and swallowed what she wanted to say. Different from Locke's rough eating style with a plate, Xia Qian eats with a spoon, spoon after spoon, bit by bit, as if enjoying some delicious food, very graceful. Although Xia Xi gave Locke twice as much as she did, Locke quickly resolved the battle, and he still didn't know what to do.

"Eating so fast..." Xia Qian muttered, "Here, I can't eat it anyway, you can help me eat more." After that, Xia Qian put half of the food in her plate into Locke's plate. Locke was indeed not full, watching the glamorous proprietress give him his meal, without saying anything, picked up the plate and started fighting.

After Xia Qian put the last bit of mashed potatoes in her mouth, she looked up and found that Locke had already crossed Erlang's legs and looked at him with a smile in his eyes. Xia Qian couldn't stand the man's gaze anymore, so she quickly got up and put away the two people's clean dishes, and walked towards the kitchen.

When Xia Qian came back again, the two of them sat on both sides of the table and became quiet again, only the short candle in the center of the table was still flickering. "Tell me, why is life so bleak? It shouldn't be like this according to your situation." Locke broke the peace and asked first.

Seeing this man who wanted to help her, Xia Qian held back her excitement and told the truth, "Although my tavern can make a profit of 30 Bronze Dele every day, it can even reach 50 Bronze Dele when the business is good. Le, but the money almost doesn't belong to me in the end." Xia Qian said with her head lowered.

"Robbery by those local gangsters? Like today?" Locke asked.

"Well..." Xia Qian said in a low voice, as if she had remembered something bad again, and this glamorous proprietress had a distressed look on her face again.

"How is it possible, just these bastards? They don't know that the service target of this tavern is the soldiers in the barracks? What about your husband? Didn't he catch up with the high-level in the camp? He only needs to say a word to the high-level in the camp, I believe this is the case. Someone will come to solve the trouble for you." Locke asked in surprise.

"When people are hungry to a certain level, they don't think too much. These gangsters are poor people who can't survive. Now in this small town, only me and the group of women behind the tavern can receive money." Xia Qian Telling the reason, he added shockingly, "Besides, my husband has long abandoned me..."

"Well? Why?" Locke was really curious this time. This glamorous lady boss was actually abandoned by her husband, and that person was kicked by a donkey in the brain? Not such a beautiful wife.

"Since he joined your army, he has become the most powerful man in the town of Giza. All the people in this town and the refugees who have fled from other places have to curry favor with him. Why does he lack women now?" Xia Qian smiled miserably and said, "Now the group of women in the back of the tavern who deal in flesh and blood are all under his control, let alone my rotten wife."

"Perhaps to make up for me, he gave me the tavern." Xia Qian brushed her hair and continued, "Those gangsters were afraid of his reputation and the soldiers who were drinking here at first, but then they don't care about that much when they are hungry. Now, every time I run out of people in my store, they come to steal money, and more often they find out that my husband doesn't care about this pub, and those gangsters are getting more and more aggressive."

"Why don't you ask the soldiers who are drinking here for help? If you ask someone like me for help, someone should help you. After all, we still have to drink here." Locke asked.

"Even if I can help, it's only for a while, those gangsters won't let me go..." Xia Qian said sadly, "Now the wine

The ale in the tavern was kept in the past, because the money I earned was robbed and prices skyrocketed. I haven’t brewed new wine for a long time. It is estimated that it will be sold out in less than a week. I may be like the group of women behind the tavern. out. . . "The sad expression of the beautiful lady boss is pitiful.

"You want me to protect you all the time, not just teach those gangsters a lesson?" Locke turned and asked her with Erlang's legs raised.

When Locke saw what was on her mind, the proprietress's sad cheeks flushed red, and she nodded slightly while biting her white teeth.

"Let's not talk about me, I'm just a small team leader, with 10 people in the squad, and there is training in the camp, so there aren't enough people to stay here all the time to protect you. Besides, I don't know when I will go to war again. , even if I protect you now, what happens after I leave?" Although Locke has the intention to help her, but the fact is that Locke is not a person who can easily become hotheaded by the temptation of beauty, she rationally rejected the beautiful proprietress .

After hearing Locke's refusal, Xia Qian's face turned pale, and her eyes showed a look of despair. The candle on the table had burned to the bottom, and the faint flame was shaky, and finally went out after the last wisp of white smoke burned out, and the tavern was once again in the tavern. plunged into darkness. The moonlight was good tonight, and it shot in persistently through the cracks in the window. The faint moonlight shone on the two of them, and the two of them were as motionless as stone sculptures with white wax.

"Woo..woo.." The beautiful lady boss let out a low cry again. This hard-working woman may have the most tears in a year today. She doesn't know where her future is. She is very Confused and helpless. Locke is also helpless about this. The world is like this. There is no love for no reason, and there is no hate for no reason. Everyone has their own way of living. He can't even guarantee that he can survive the war, and he has no ability to Take care of someone you don't know.

"Hey... I'll let a few people come to watch the tavern these days. You can do business for a few days, and then use the money you earn to go to Peters Land in the occupation area, or go to your relatives." Moved by the cry of the proprietress, Locke decided to help this beautiful woman as much as he could, and showed her a way out. "I can only do this." After that, Locke got up and prepared to leave. It was getting late, and it was almost time to close the camp.

After listening to Dolock's words, the proprietress's cry became a little louder, and the tears smeared the woman's face, but she still cried, as if helpless to the rough fate.

Locke walked slowly to the door of the tavern, and he stopped persuading him. If you want to cry, cry. Only after experiencing it can people become stronger. The cry of the proprietress gradually subsided, and just as Locke walked to the door of the tavern and was about to remove the wooden board at the door to leave, a warm body hugged him.

"I can't let you help me in vain." The proprietress said in a hoarse voice, "I have nothing but this tavern and a few barrels of wine left. I can't think of a way to repay you except myself." In addition to the thought of repaying him, Mrs. Yan also felt extremely sad and shattered.

"You don't have to, we actually..." Before Locke finished speaking, a fiery tongue blocked his mouth. The glamorous proprietress Xia Qian hugged Locke's strong chest and kissed recklessly, blocking what he wanted to say. if.

Locke is not a person who can stand it under such circumstances. He hasn't touched a woman for almost a month, and being kissed so passionately by Xia Qian is even more dry and fire. He also began to respond roughly to Xia Qian. Akane, turned around and hugged her, ready to solve this charming goblin on the spot. "Don't, don't be here, go upstairs..." Xia Qian was also dazed by Locke's fiery kiss, but she was still relatively awake and urged Locke to go upstairs.

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