After waiting for a while, a bowl of familiar vegetarian cold noodles was brought out by the proprietress .

"Come on, this young lady, you use it slowly."

The proprietress brought the bowl to Luo Hong.

Luo Hong looked at his face and hesitated for a moment.

It's like she's never seen anything like this before.

"Impressed?"

Finding that Luohong's facial expression changed again, Meng Ji choked.

Luo Hong didn't talk to Meng Ji either.

She mixed the noodles and seasonings well, and said as if recalling something: "I remember that I planted a piece of rice at the foot of the mountain where I lived to make a bowl of vegetarian cold noodles, and now I want to come here in a few days because I should be able to harvest it." ”

Meng Ji took a sip of water and continued to choke: "You estimate that your wish is going to be disappointed." ”

"Oh?"

Luo Hong raised her head and looked at Meng Ji suspiciously.

"Are you doubting my strength?"

"No, you misunderstood that I doubt your IQ, I guess it's lower than my Yan Qixian's IQ, right?"

Meng Ji didn't save face at all, so he had to attack Luo Hong.

"Don't you know, noodles are made of wheat, but you grow rice! Are you sure you can make what you have in your hands? ”

Meng Ji pointed to the things in the red bowl, and ruthlessly struck another blow.

"Can't you ignore that?"

Luo Hong, who was still a little sad and sad, was so slashed by Meng Ji, but now he is only angry.

"Feelings, you have been insisting on one wrong thing for so many years, you don't even know?"

Meng Ji's words made Luo Hong feel like a pun.

She kept stirring the noodles with her hands, and said with some unsteady, "What does it matter? Anyway, no matter what is right or wrong, there will always be a reward. ”

Luohong's eyes turned red.

But she didn't shed a tear.

Meng Ji felt as if he had said something he shouldn't have said, so he shut his mouth.

Luo Hong also looked at the bowl of noodles to herself.

"Do you say I'm a sinner for the whole nation?"

Meng Ji didn't know how to answer, so he didn't answer.

Luo Hong didn't expect Meng Ji to answer anything, she continued to narrate to herself.

"You know what? In the years when my body was not completely devoured, my only wish was to eat a bowl of vegetarian cold noodles, so I decided to grow rice. ”

Luo Hong stopped what she was doing, looked at the contents of the bowl, and smiled bitterly.

"I don't know why I'm so obsessed with it, but when I really planted 10,000 acres of rice fields, you told me what I did wrong."

Luo Hong looked at the bowl in a daze and smiled bitterly.

"How could I be wrong? Why is it so wrong......"

Luo Hong's voice became smaller and smaller, and only he could hear it.

The stupidity of herself in her memory made her feel depressed.

She sluggishly picked up a clip of noodles with chopsticks and put it in front of her eyes and opened her mouth, and the chopsticks in her hand were suddenly taken away.

Luo Hong felt that his hands were empty, and only then did he find that the chopsticks and noodles in his hands were gone.

"Are you finished?"

Luo Hong looked to her side angrily.

When he saw that the person who took his dishes and chopsticks was not Meng Ji, he was still a little confused.

"Why are you here?"

Luo Hong looked at the storyteller sitting next to her in surprise.

The storyteller eats his noodles with a look of enjoyment.

"It tastes good, didn't I come here to see you and find something to eat."

The storyteller was eating noodles while communicating with Luohong.

Seeing that the storyteller was not polite at all, Luo Hong snatched the noodle bowl angrily.

"You dare to eat all my things? Don't want to live anymore? ”

The storyteller wanted to take the chopsticks and clip a few more clips, but Luo Hong was holding the bowl and moving around to prevent the storyteller from eating.

The storyteller was not annoyed when he couldn't eat, he calmly wiped his mouth before remembering to answer Luohong's words.

"Who doesn't want to live and who doesn't have a little bit in their hearts?"

Luo Hong, who was said to be in his heart, stretched out his hand angrily and wanted to be disrespectful to the storyteller.

The storyteller took the opportunity to take the noodle bowl, lowered his head and took a sip of noodles, and smiled at Luo Hong.

"How can you just beat someone just because you were told to be hit?"

"I don't understand what you're saying, I just know that you robbed me of something."

Luo Hong snatched the noodle bowl again.

The storyteller was not stupid, and directly spit a mouthful of saliva into it.

Meng Ji just watched quietly from the sidelines.

He could see that the storyteller didn't mean to hurt Luohong, so he didn't make a move.

"I don't think so? You can rest assured, your obsession is not this, even if you eat it, you will not die. ”

The storyteller took the noodle bowl from Luo Hong's hand in a serious manner and ate the noodles inside.

Luo Hong looked at this unknown person with an unknown face with a cold face.

"Don't be cold-faced! If you want to die, I'll help you, don't you just want to find a companion, come to me prepared, see how this happens? ”

As he spoke, the storyteller took out a newspaper and pointed to a person on it to show Luohong.

"This guy is good, isn't he? The richest man in the entire Mushroom City, and he happens to be married, you are a match made in heaven. ”

Luo Hong almost grabbed her saliva after glancing at the newspaper.

"Are you serious?"

The man in the newspaper was in a suit and leather shoes, and his only flaw was that his nose looked like he had been bitten by something.

However, this did not prevent him from having an unquestionable sense of majesty.

Luo Hong looked at the people in the newspaper, and compared them with the people in her impression, feeling that these were not the same people.

Luo Hong didn't seem to feel good like this, and she shook her head.

"He's so ugly, how can he deserve me."

The red eyes circled around in the sockets, and the tone was a little unconfident, and the duplicity was clear.

"Not worthy? It's just that you can't see anything with your eyes on the top of your head, so you don't think he's unworthy, right? ”

As soon as Luo Hong heard that the storyteller was scolding her, she immediately lost her temper.

"Who are you doing? What's wrong with my eyes high, my hands are not low! ”

The storyteller didn't say much, just took out a booklet from his body and threw it to Luohong.

"See for yourself, don't regret losing it."

Luo Hong glanced at the stinky and old booklet with disgust, and suddenly he was not even in the mood to eat.

"What is this? Who is that? Why is it so rude? ”

Luo Hong glanced at Meng Ji, who was sitting on the cold bench.

Meng Ji shook his head and said he didn't know.

Luo Hong sat on the bench, her hands kept banging on the table, looking back and forth at the booklet in front of her, but she didn't open it.

"What? Why don't you open it and see what's inside? ”

Luo Hong picked up the booklet casually.

"What can there be? Even if there is something, it is none of your business? ”

Luo Hong didn't hesitate to go back, just as Meng Ji choked her before.

"Then when I didn't say it, do you still want to eat?"

Meng Ji pointed to the vegetarian cold noodles in Luo Hong's hand.

Looking at the saliva that still remained on it, the taste of redness was completely poured out.

"What to eat? If you don't eat it, let's eat it another day. ”

Luo Hong grabbed the booklet and stood up, and the things in the book were thrown out by Luo Hong with a flick of his hand......