The crowd pondered.

Next, sure enough, the three stinkers came up with Zhuge Liang, and everyone came up with all kinds of solutions:

People are more popular than people

Head-to-head joints

Head to head

Soldiers talk to soldiers

People talk about people

Heart-to-heart intimate

Door to door

……

After all, it is easy to draw inferences as soon as this thing is broken, but Wu Zhi has been silent, because none of these answers can perfectly match the Dao Lian of the Iron Gate Daoist.

It seems simple, but it's not simple.

The Tie Daoist stroked his beard again and said: "I have said it, my uplink, the three 'noodles' not only have two meanings, but also the second 'face' word is a pun, if it is interpreted as the meaning of 'face', it means that two people face each other and eat noodles, if it is interpreted as 'noodles', the meaning becomes that a person faces a bowl of noodles and begins to eat noodles ......"

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly realized that they knew the doorway, and then thought about the next link they made, and sure enough, there was no beauty in this upper link.

The difference is a millimeter, and the loss is a thousand miles.

Sure enough, Chinese culture is broad and profound. Everyone had to express their admiration and gave a thumbs up to the Iron Gate Daoist.

Seeing Wu Zhi silent, the Tie Daoist asked, "What, little nephew, you can't answer?" ”

Wu Zhi said honestly: "Uncle, I can't answer." ”

"So, we are tied, you don't owe me, I don't owe you." The Iron Gate Daoist still remembers the previous defeat of the pair for a while.

"You're right, dare you ask what the noodles taste?" Wu looked left and right about it.

"You only wrote five words to me yesterday, and I only paid you five today." However, the Tie Fei Daoist also avoided answering Wu Zhi's question, stood up, took out the five big coins, put them on the table, and walked away.

It turned out that he was a stubborn and reserved person, and he was unwilling to advertise Wuzhi's noodles, so he refused to evaluate, and only used a couplet to prevaricate Wuzhi.

If Wu Zhi can answer, he still has to say, but he can't answer, the two are tied, so that the Tie Dao people don't owe Wu Zhi anything, and they don't have to lose their identity for him......

He was a man of letters, and when did he ever smell copper.

Even if the bowl of noodles is delicious, it shouldn't be said by your own mouth in this situation. What's more, it is enough to have his own Mobao at the door, and now that I think about it, even if I charge him ten cents for a word, it is not an exaggeration at all.

Therefore, for a bowl of money priced at six yuan, the Tiemen Daoist was only willing to give Wuzhi five yuan. The poor article is to keep the breath in the chest.

The old man is stubborn, and Wu Zhi doesn't care about him, five wen is five wen, and the one that is worse is even if he buys his face......

Previously, Li Zhong had said that the Iron Rooster was an iron rooster, and because of this, Wu Zhi could be regarded as having seen this "iron rooster"!

The iron man left, and the fat and thin brothers were anxious when they saw him paying: "Brother, we don't have any money on us, what should we do?" ”

Wu Zhi smiled: "It's okay. You just answered the next link, and as a reward, I will exempt you from the order. ”

The two children cheered, smiled happily, and thanked each other. Wu Zhi asked them, and then the big fat child was named Ah Hao, and the small thin child was named Ah Hong, who were indeed cousins.

The two children played for a while and left, and the yard became deserted again, not because there were no people, nor because it was quiet, but because there was no business.

The afternoon passed quickly. Except for three bowls of noodles at noon, people in the courtyard came and went, and there were many discussions, but they were stunned and never sold even half a bowl of noodles.

Everyone has such an attitude, although the two children say that it is delicious, but it is obviously not credible, the adults eat more salt than the children eat rice, what insight can the two children have......

Looking at the Tie Fei Daoist again, according to his attitude of a bowl of noodles that he was obviously six cents but only gave five cents, it was obvious that there was a problem here, eighty percent of this old Confucian was in the way of face, so he deliberately deducted a penny, which actually means that the face value is not worth that price, in fact, that noodles are very difficult to eat......

Yes, definitely, that's it!

What kind of ability can Wuda have, not only did he get a little lady like Qiao in his hands, but he also opened a noodle restaurant?

Everyone has such a mentality in front of them, so the noodle restaurant that two people can't wait to see Wuzhi will close down on the same day, and no one is willing to buy interviews and eat!

Dusk is coming!

The day is coming to an end, and according to the meaning of Gu Sister-in-law and Li Zhong, it is better to close the stall and close the door early, so as not to lose face, but Wu Zhi refused, and he must finish dinner during this time period.

Anyway, as long as there are onlookers, we must continue to do it. How can there be a reason why the audience has not left the stage, and the singing opera has left the stage first?

"Call it a day, no miracle can happen!"

"There can be no miracles, but at least a seed must be planted."

Li Zhong and Sister-in-law Gu were helpless, this Wuda was always talking nonsense, who knows what was going on in his head, the two sighed and looked at Jin Lian, Jin Lian had nothing to say, so they forcibly continued.

For dinner, the group of big men came to cheer in the morning, which was enough to cheer. In the middle of the bustle, the two children also came during the day, and as soon as they entered the courtyard gate, they shouted:

"Brother, let's eat noodles again! You see, we've got money with us this time! ”

"Okay, sit down!" Wu Zhi was also very happy to see the two children, and hurriedly greeted them.

The noodles were served, and everyone began to eat.

"Wow, it's delicious......" The fat kid only added a little chili oil this time.

"Brother, look at my bowl......" The thin boy was brave this time, added a small spoonful, and the noodle soup in the bowl was red, fiery and red, and it made people more and more appetizing.

Unexpectedly, the two children turned around, the older one was afraid of spicy, and the younger one was not so afraid of spicy.

Although the scene was hot, someone was slapping him in the face, and only a few people were talking:

"Zhao Liu, look at this soup cake, a few of them eat so hard, is it really delicious, should we give it a try......"

"Don't try! You just came here and don't know, I've been here all the time, I know best, to tell you, it's not called soup cakes, it's called noodles, it's unpalatable......"

"How do you know?"

"What the Iron Gate Daoist said......"

"Mr. Iron?"

"yes, who else but him?"

As he was talking, something more slap in the face appeared, hey, the Tie Fei Daoist finally arrived late and appeared at the door, Wu Zhi hurriedly greeted him: "Uncle, I'm waiting for you!" ”

Bring the Iron Gate Man into the courtyard.

"Why do you have time to come here at night?" Wu Zhi asked.

"Bring me a bowl of noodles." The Iron Daoist replied, "It's still plain." ”

"Howler!"

Wu Zhi waited for his words, and immediately went down, and soon, the noodles were served and respectfully handed to the Tie Fei Dao people's table.

The fat and thin brother's noodles were halfway through eating, and the Tie Men Daoist looked at the two brothers, smiled rarely, and began to eat.

It turned out that since he tasted the taste of the "northwest wind" at noon, he also began to think about this bowl of noodles, and he didn't want to come at night, but he owed that taste in his mouth, so he moved his legs and came involuntarily, not controlled at all......