"Is it just for this kid that you suddenly disappeared? Is this your son? He looks pretty good, his mother must be very beautiful, right?" Fan Jianqiang sat at the table and waited to eat noodles, giving full play to his gossip instinct by the way. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info reached out to Soku's beautiful gray hair, but the other person immediately tilted his head back, nimbly avoiding his claws.

"I've already said it for the third time, I really don't have a dime to do with him!" Chang Zhaowen walked over with a noodle bowl, he really wanted to pour the noodle bowl directly on Fan Jianqiang's head, and I don't know if it was because of the presence of such a beautiful girl as Zhao Qingqing, Fan Jianqiang was particularly noisy today, and he mentioned the speculation about the relationship between Kongkong and him again and again.

Of course, Fan Jianqiang didn't have his own little Jiujiu in his heart, it could be seen that Zhao Qingqing and Chang Zhaowen had a good relationship, and Chang Zhaowen didn't explain to his good brother when he left suddenly, but gave carte blanche to this girl, and even gave his residence to others.

However, the appearance of the empty space made Fan Jianqiang see a glimmer of hope - a single man with a drag oil bottle, where can he be more attractive than himself, a single, rich hot pot restaurant? For his brother, Fan Jianqiang can stick a knife in both sides, but for the sake of a woman, it is also human nature to sell his brother occasionally, and it should be understandable as a regular Zhaowen of his good brother, right?

"Hey, Chang Zhaowen, your son's hair is gray, could it be that his mother is a foreign girl?

"Hehe, you have such a big brain, it's a pity not to write online articles. I thought that even if you studied poorly before, but the basic addition and subtraction would still be done, you don't want to think that I just turned 20 this year, and people are at least 11, push it back, I will be a father at the age of 9, do you think it is possible?"

Chang Zhaowen put two large bowls of noodles on the dining table, and the snow-white noodles and the clear noodle soup emitted a tempting fragrance, which caused Fan Jianqiang's mouth to water.

"It's okay to put this on others, but I really don't know about you kid, I didn't know that you would be so good at cooking when I was studying, it can be seen how deeply you hide, maybe you are a genetic mutation, and your physical development is different from us ordinary people. Of course, Fan Jianqiang knew that the gray-haired young man in front of him could not be father and son with Chang Zhaowen, but he would not be convinced in his mouth.

"Hey, I'm hiding so deeply, how do you know so much? I'm going to kill you first, let me tell you, I'm going to add some poison to your bowl of noodles, don't eat it!" Chang Zhaowen glanced at Fan Jianqiang, took out a small yellow porcelain bottle, used a chopstick, carefully picked out a little white powder, and sprinkled it into the noodle bowl.

"Come on, even if you take the medicine, brother and I are invincible! Hey, you should put a little more, it's only a little bit of needle tip, it is estimated that mosquitoes will not be poisoned!" Fan Jianqiang grinned and patted Chang Zhaowen on the back, looking at Chang Zhaowen's cautious appearance, he instinctively knew that the spices in the porcelain bottle were not ordinary.

Chang Zhaowen smiled silently, just pushed the topped noodle bowl in front of Fan Jianqiang, and handed over a pair of chopsticks.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, Fan Jianqiang looked at Chang Zhaowen's calm and waveless face, and the hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, could it be that this powder has another mystery?

Anyway, it is impossible for his own brothers to pit themselves, Fan Jianqiang picked up a white Q-bomb noodle with chopsticks, sucked it in his mouth, and with a "sloppy" sound, the smooth noodles got into his mouth.

"Ahh If it weren't for Chang Zhaowen's timely action, he would probably have fallen directly to the ground.

"Eh, what's wrong with him?" Zhao Qingqing's face turned white with fright, how could a good person suddenly become like this?

But this Fan is strong...... Zhao Qingqing shook her head, it really didn't look like a sudden illness, looking at him like that, it was closer to an electric shock. But if it's really an electric shock...... It's impossible, if it's really an electric shock, Chang Zhaowen will also suffer if he helps him. But now Chang Zhaowen is fine, could it be ...... Is there really a problem with the powder just now?

Of course, Chang Zhaowen couldn't really poison Fan Jianqiang, he just added a little bit of Lingqi soil powder to Yangchun noodles just now.

Considering the limited tolerance of human beings, he didn't dare to add more, but Fan Jianqiang's violent reaction made Chang Zhaowen a little uncertain, couldn't people withstand such a strong stimulus?

Chang Zhaowen frowned tightly, and his heart began to go up and down, and his hand gently patted Fan Jianqiang's face: "Prisoner, prisoner, are you okay?"

Fan Jianqiang's pupils began to contract, the shaking of his limbs began to slow down, and his limp and flaccid muscles began to contract a little bit, and finally Fan Jianqiang stretched out his hand and pushed away Chang Zhaowen, who was holding him, buried his face in the noodle bowl in front of him again, and sucked up a large mouthful of noodles.

"Forehead......" Chang Zhaowen, Zhao Qingqing and Kongkong exchanged glances, they were all a little stupid, it was really rare to see such a desperate eating.

Chang Zhaowen remembered his perception of the ritual sense of dining in the Dark Sky Bazaar, and felt so embarrassed, and said that those gods, demons and monsters didn't know how to use tableware too barbaric, but people still used their hands, but now his good brother is even more exaggerated, directly buried his face in the bowl, sucked up a ball of noodles and ate it so much.

When Fan Jianqiang lifted his face from the bowl again, his face was unbearable to look at - a broken noodle hung from the corner of his mouth, green onions were hanging from his eyebrows, and his nose was still wet from the soup......

Fan Jianqiang picked up the bowl, swallowed the little noodles left in the bowl with the soup, closed his eyes, and a strange trembling pleasure appeared on his face, what is ecstasy, what is fluttering, what is pain and happiness, maybe these feelings together can't compare to eating such a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

Fan Jianqiang stretched out his tongue and carefully licked off the broken noodles hanging from the corner of his mouth, and after a long while, he opened his eyes: "What kind of ingredient did you just add? Super Sichuan Pepper King? It's so exciting, so cool, I don't think my tongue is shaking like my own!"

"Super Pepper King?" Chang Zhaowen was amused by his image metaphor, indeed, it is too difficult to explain the electrical properties of Lingqitu to the guests, but if it is a particularly powerful peppercorn, it may be easier to understand.

"Super Sichuan Pepper King?Suzhou-style noodles are integrated with Sichuan cuisine elements?" Zhao Qingqing picked up her bowl again, and suddenly felt that there was still room for her already full stomach to squeeze it again, and said loudly to Chang Zhaowen, "I want to add noodles, I also want to add Super Sichuan Pepper King!"