The nights on the coast are lively, and life in this city on the central coast of the country is fast-paced, and the nightlife is more abundant than in many places in the north.

Especially in the living quarters, after nightfall, in addition to the various shops lit up on the streets, the vendors who go out at night also start their day's work, and the sidewalks on the streets become occupied by various small carts and simple tables and chairs, and become extremely crowded, and innocent pedestrians have to walk off the road and fight with all kinds of motor vehicles.

But at this time, most of the people who will be outside are also people who take a walk after work and school, in groups of three or five, some hold the shoulders of their lovers, some hold the hands of children, and stop in front of a stall from time to time, adults often can't resist the children's crying, so they have to helplessly take out their wallets to pay, the air is filled with the fragrance of various snacks and delicacies, and everyone's faces are filled with happy and satisfied smiles.

Walking among this group of ordinary people, Zhao Song suddenly had a feeling of being in a different world, as if those cruel fights with fate had never happened, and he had never met Nie Tian, nor had he embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, but was just an ordinary member of this vast crowd of beings.

Nie Tian noticed Zhao Song's expression and knew that his Dao Heart had been affected, and this was an important moment, whether he broke through his state of mind or went mad, it all depended on this moment.

"Master, do you want to try it?" Zhao Song suddenly pointed to a stall on the side of the road and proposed. And his expression was still a little trance-like.

Nie Tian didn't interrupt him, and sat down according to Zhao Song's proposal.

First, he also had a rare curiosity about the lives of mortals, and more importantly, Nie Tian wanted to observe whether today's people were the same as in ancient times after breaking through their state of mind.

The current Zhao Song is the best material for observation.

The owner of the stall is a young man in his thirties, who is dazzling the iron pot and spoon, and many people are waiting in front of the stall to get something, and they seem to be some acquaintances and old customers, and they will not be impatient just waiting, and they will comment on the young man's craftsmanship from time to time, sighing that they have improved or regressed.

Some guests are more greedy, and after serving the noodles, they like to add a few spoonfuls of ingredients, and the young man will laugh and complain, and the said guest will put the spoon down stupidly, in exchange for a burst of good-natured laughter from onlookers, and each other will not really be anxious.

Zhao Song leaned on the greasy table with his hands, looking at the scene in front of him a little stupid.

It may be that one second he was sighing at the immortal-like Nie Tian, but the next second he was integrated into the ordinary life of all living beings, which made Zhao Song's mood change.

Nie Tian, on the other hand, spread out his divine sense, intending to see how the detection range and sensitivity of his divine sense changed after breaking through to the Divine Sea.

After a while, the crowd in front of the stall gradually dispersed, and the young man finally had to glance at the table, and then he saw Nie Tian, who had been sitting for a long time.

"I'm sorry, there were too many guests to take care of you just now, what do you want?" the young man looked over with a smile, holding a beautiful spoonful of flowers in his hand.

Nie Tian glanced at the menu hanging under the stall, saying that it was a menu, but in fact, it was just three or four patterns written in capitalized and bold font.

"You order. Nie Tian pushed the menu over, he hadn't eaten for a long time.

"Let's have a fried mein, meat and eggs, don't pack it, just eat it here. Zhao Song also knew the habits of his master, so he was not polite, and ordered directly.

He also knew that there was something wrong with his current state, but for some reason, it was as if a voice in heaven and earth was warning him not to resist his heart, and that he should do it at this time.

This feeling made Zhao Song a little uneasy, but fortunately, looking at Nie Tian's appearance, it didn't look like he was angry.

"Okay, wait a minute!!" the young man replied loudly, his hand moving neatly, and after a while he asked, "Can you eat spicy fried noodles?"

Zhao Song was stunned for a moment, and then replied with a smile: "Of course I can, I am a local." ”

Zhao Song seems to have not encountered such a daily conversation for a long time, so he will be stunned for a short time.

Since following Nie Tian, he didn't need to order food in person in those restaurants he went to, and there would always be people who noticed his preferences and told the back kitchen early, so that he forgot that he needed to balance the spiciness when ordering outside.

The young man's hands and feet were very quick, and he quickly brought the steaming fried noodles to Nie Tian, serving them in the most ordinary stainless steel bowl, a large bowl full of fried noodles for fifteen yuan each, which looked more than the tens or hundreds of yuan in restaurants and hotels outside.

I tasted it, the taste was unexpectedly OK, although there was some heavy oil and salt, but Nie Tian was born in the countryside, and he had been doing manual work before he came out, and he had long been used to eating this taste.

Eating at this kind of roadside stall, the emphasis is on a comfortable, everywhere the big man who lifted the shirt to the belly and the woman who just didn't fork the legs into a line, in this environment, Zhao Song was also infected and gave up the image, and ate it in a big gulp, looking a little hungry, and the stall owner couldn't help but take the initiative to ask if a fried noodles were enough.

And Nie Tian, who was sitting on the side, was regarded as the elder brother who doted on his younger brother, maybe his aura was too incompatible, and no one took the initiative to talk to him.

Seeing Zhao Song's inquiring gaze, Nie Tian smiled without a trace: "Eat, don't be in a hurry today." ”

After officially stepping into the path of cultivating immortals, you will have to restrict mortal food, and it doesn't hurt to indulge at this time.

Of course, it wasn't enough to be full, Zhao Song smiled embarrassedly, ordered a few hot skewers at the barbecue stall next door, ordered a few bottles of ice drinks, and ate the fried noodles happily.

This kind of behavior of ordering food in a skewer store may have been kicked out in ordinary stores, but roadside food stalls are not so particular.

Generally, the stalls not far apart are acquaintances with each other, and they also pay attention to taking care of each other in business, and the young man with facial paralysis not only did not express his dissatisfaction, but also took the initiative to recommend a few stalls that taste good around, saying that if he wants to eat, he will say it, and he will go to a phone and let the stall owner send it directly.

As a result, all kinds of junk food filled the table, and it was a little panicked just to look at it.

The young man was a little embarrassed, worried that the brother of the guest who was a face-to-face guest would feel cheated, but Nie Tian didn't mind at all, and instead waved his hand to signal Zhao Song to be casual.