A Simple Divination, Confession And Punishment

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The weather is gradually getting warmer, the dark sky is getting brighter and brighter, a ray of golden sunlight penetrates the clouds and shines on the bay. As the waves rise and fall, the streets along the bay gradually wake up.

　　Hong Kong has ushered in a new day.

　　“Squeak.”

　　A soft sound.

　　The iron door downstairs of the apartment building was pushed open by the fair-skinned girl with squinted eyes.

　　Chu Yuening held the kraft paper bag in her right hand, covered her mouth and yawned, her lychee eyes becoming watery.

　　I came back too late last night and didn’t get enough sleep.

　　She raised her hand and hit her head, trying to drive away the chaos and confusion.

　　At the right moment, her stomach growled with emptiness. She rubbed her stomach, left the community, and found a small shop selling Cantonese rice noodle rolls at the door.

　　The boss is a couple. The female boss is in charge of boiling the rice rolls, while the male boss is wearing sleeves and a red plaid apron and cleaning the tables.

　　The shop is less than ten square meters, but all the tables are placed outside. The small square wooden table at the door is filled with neighbors, and it is bustling early in the morning.

　　The neighbors were discussing it enthusiastically.

　　"Did you watch the Miss Hong Kong finals last night?"

　　"The girl from the mainland won the championship. She is from Nanjing and is very beautiful."

　　"It was really hard for mainland girls to be elected Miss Hong Kong in previous years, but I didn't expect this year's Miss Hong Kong to set a precedent."

　　Overnight, many media reporters wrote about Chu Yuening. Many Hong Kong citizens learned about the Temple Street fortune teller.

　　There were even neighbors who dug up a report from a few months ago that predicted Lu Qing would win the championship.

　　At that time, many people thought that Chu Yuening was bragging. The competition hadn't even started yet, so who could have the audacity to predict who would be the champion?

　　As a result, now, not only did he participate, he actually won the championship!

　　"What's the point of setting a precedent?" A man walked to one of the wooden tables with a plate of rice noodle rolls and sat down, pulling out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder. "If it weren't for the fortune-telling in Temple Street, the mainland girl would have died!"

　　"Brother Ashin, what does this mean?" The old man sitting at the same table was not quite clear.

　　"I know." The old lady at the next table turned around and said, "Maybe you didn't read the newspaper. The fortune teller at Temple Street predicted that a mainland girl could win the championship a few months ago."

　　After the old lady finished speaking, everyone exclaimed in unison.

　　Ah Xin picked up a piece of plump, white and tender rice noodle roll and put it in his mouth. He nodded in enjoyment and turned to praise the boss, "Ah Ming, your cooking skills are really unmatched."

　　Ah Ming had just finished cleaning the table and dumped the remaining soup on the plate into the trash can. He smiled and said, "Brother Xin, your words are so pleasant to the ears. I'll give you a few extra portions."