Zhang Yiming turned back to the coachman and said, "An Yi, you are watching the carriage here, and the master and the lady will come out after eating." ”

"By the way, if you are hungry, buy two bun mats by yourself, and when the old man and wife finish eating, they will continue to hurry, and they must not delay time."

While speaking, he also gave the coachman two copper plates.

Feng Yin looked at Zhang Yiming and handed over the two copper plates, almost breaking the gong.

She hurriedly turned her face away, looking at the alley, her face full of anticipation.

The coachman took the copper plate handed by Zhang Yiming, and said gratefully: "Master, madam, just go, there are small ones here, please rest assured." ”

"Hmm."

Zhang Yiming nodded with satisfaction, turned around and led Feng Yin and walked towards the alley.

During the whole process, the couple didn't even look at each other.

In that case, I really can't wait to eat crispy noodles, and I can't wait to eat them.

As the couple left, the excitement around them gradually dispersed.

Some people also think that even the old lady who rides in such a high-end carriage likes to eat crispy noodles, so he might as well try it.

Therefore, a few passers-by followed Feng Yin and his wife towards the alley.

The coachman watched the back of the couple leaving, his eyes stared, but he didn't see anything.

He pursed his lips in frustration, and turned his eyes to look at the Ruyi Restaurant that was still a few steps away, and there was a nameless fire in his heart.

In front of the Ruyi Restaurant, a middle-aged shopkeeper in his forties looked at the coachman, and then turned back to the restaurant.

The coachman looked around, but did not leave the carriage, but shouted to a stall next to him: "Hey, the one who sells steamed buns, bring me two steamed buns." ”

Feng Yin and his wife, who entered the alley, didn't pay attention to what the coachman behind them was doing.

Mainly, at this moment, they don't have the heart to pay attention to this.

They calmly entered the alley, and easily found the ninth shop that the young man had spoken.

Sure enough, this is a noodle restaurant.

At the moment, there are several customers sitting in the noodle restaurant, sitting at three tables and eating steaming noodles.

Seeing Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming, two well-dressed people, come in, the five people on the three tables looked at each other curiously.

Feng Yin looked at them, and there were three people at one table, two men and one woman, like a couple with children.

The woman was about forty years old, with a face full of vicissitudes, and a brown cloth cloth was wrapped around her head, and the woman's withered yellow hair was half-hidden in the cloth.

The man in his forties wore a white-washed blue shirt, with large rough hands and a face with a plateau red characteristic of northerners.

The young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he looked a little like the middle-aged man.

At the other two tables sat an old lady in her sixties and a man in his thirties.

The old lady's face was full of wrinkles, but she couldn't hide her youthful demeanor.

The gray hair was tied into a lock, and a mahogany hairpin was tied up, which was finely worked, and there were patterns they were familiar with.

The pattern is in a very inconspicuous position in the wooden skushi.

If you're not familiar with its intentions, no one will notice it.

The reason why Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming can see it at a glance is because the two of them are too familiar with this pattern.

As for the secret mark in the pattern, it is also very familiar to the husband and wife, so they will notice it.

Judging from the craftsmanship of this Mu Chuan, you can guess that the identity of the old lady is very extraordinary.

And that man should be a down-and-out swordsman, because when he eats noodles, he doesn't leave his sheathed sword.

The scabbard also has a small pattern familiar to the couple.