Seeing how seriously Lu Xin was taking notes, Old Zhou and Little Zhou quietly exchanged a glance. They did not dare disturb him, nor did they dare sneak a look.
They had confidence in Lu Xin, and it was not only because they had personally witnessed him "cure the ghost." More importantly, there was something different about Lu Xin's air. Just look at him. After agreeing to take on this matter, he had kept his eyes fixed on the front of the vehicle, writing and drawing in his mysterious little notebook. He looked both mysterious and professional—clearly nothing like ordinary people such as themselves...
Of course, there was another important reason.
The front of the vehicle had actually let him off last night, and had not chosen anyone else for the entire night. That alone had been completely beyond their expectations. Now they were wondering whether the front of the vehicle could continue resting obediently tonight, just as it had yesterday.
If things really continued like this, wouldn't that mean it had been cured?
"Glug, glug..."
The aroma from the pot grew stronger and stronger. The stew was almost done.
Lu Xin also set down the notes in his hand, then carefully put his gold-thread-wrapped fountain pen back into its case.
Little Zhou watched enviously from the side. "Little Lu Brother really knows how to enjoy the finer things. Even his pen looks so nice..."
"Old Zhou, Old Wang, Old Sun, Old Li... Anyone whose vehicle is over five years old, gather at the front..."
The three of them had not even had time to serve their food when they suddenly heard someone blowing a whistle and shouting.
Old Zhou had just picked up his bowl, but his face immediately turned deathly pale. "This time... what are they planning