Poluoqiao Noodle Restaurant is the most inconspicuous noodle restaurant in Panyun Street, Xiyun Mountain.

As a tourist street in Lantian Town, Beiqiong City, now because of the black merchants everywhere, the tourist merchants are too greedy, and finally gradually towards loneliness.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of beef noodles."

When a young man with a sickly pale face walked into the store, the middle-aged man who was the owner and clerk suddenly had his eyes lit up and came up very attentively to introduce various snacks in the store.

The young man waved his hand and said no, he was just here to eat beef noodles.

The boss smiled, but he didn't continue to sell, anyway, this store has always been open every three years, and it will open for three years, so it's not in a hurry.

He didn't go to cook noodles immediately, but first closed the curtains, closed the door, and didn't forget to lock it, and then walked into the kitchen humming a little song.

The young man didn't seem to be aware of the boss's strange behavior.

He put the pig-killing knife he wore at his waist on the table, and then leaned the back of his neck on the chair, just closing his eyes and resting his mind.

It took him three days and three nights to come here from the Shangqing Sect Trial Dao Conference, which can be described as running around day and night, even though he is not weak now, but after all, he has no spiritual vein, and he cannot replenish the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at any time, and fatigue is inevitable.

By the time the boss came over with steaming beef noodles, the young man seemed to be asleep.

The boss put the noodles on the table and looked at the young man.

He is about thirty years old, his appearance is barely handsome, and there are some scattered stubbles near his cheeks.

The clothes on the body are average, but the texture is good, but it is a little torn, and the shoes are comparable to the pull-back sneakers of the stalls, and the only valuable thing on the whole body is probably the pig-killing knife on the table that is wrapped in an inferior scabbard.

The boss tapped his fingers on the tabletop, and when the young man woke up, he said with a smile: "Your beef noodles are ready." ”

"Hmm."

The young man nodded, yawned, then buried his head, first picked a bite with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, but he felt that the taste was really average, but he happened to be hungry, so he simply ate it in a big gulp.

In a short time, more than half of the steaming beef noodles were missing, and the young man ate a mouth full of butter, sweated profusely, and drank a few sips of soup from time to time.

"Are you satisfied with the guests?" The boss smiled flatteringly.

"Make do." The youth nodded.

The owner was delighted.

In this way, you can collect a little more money later.

The boss was not in a hurry, so he waited for the young man next to him and finished all the beef noodles.

"How much?" The youth asked.

"It's not expensive, it's only 10,000 yuan." The boss said with a smile.

The corners of the young man's mouth hooked up a touch of arc: "This is not expensive? ”

"How can it, our store is not big, but it is absolutely childlike, please see."

The owner took out a menu with dishes on it, and the prices were exaggerated one by one.

10,000 yuan for beef noodles, 15,000 steamed buns, 15,000 fried dumplings, 50,000 yuan for braised beef rice, and 10,000 yuan for salted crispy chicken......

The young man glanced at the menu and said with a smile: "It is worthy of the legendary black shop, you can grab it at this price." ”

"Guest, I'm not happy when you say that the black shop, do you know why these ingredients are so expensive?" The boss said with a straight face. 168 Books

"Because among these ingredients, there are intestinal pills that can make people feel painful, if I don't give money, then I will be in pain, right?" The young man said lightly.

The boss narrowed his eyes.

Yo ho, the store has been open for decades, and it seems that there is a hard stubble?

He saw with his own eyes that the young man had eaten all the beef noodles, and he did put a few intestine breaking pills in the noodles......

It's just that the other party doesn't seem to have anything to do with it?

"Who are you?" The boss said gloomily.

"A man who came to collect debts."

The young man burped and said with a smile, "One thing to say, this noodle was originally very delicious, but it may be the reason for adding a few intestine breaking pills, it has a little more strange fragrance, and it can be barely swallowed...... Also, you should please me on this side. ”

"Please, why?" The boss sneered.

"My father is not a figure." Ding Mian said lightly.

The boss's face changed suddenly,

From disdain at first, to shock, then to excitement.

"You...... Are you really Brother Ding's son? ”

The boss looked at Ding Mian in disbelief and said in a trembling voice.

Ding Mian smiled and nodded.

"Brother Ding, how are you doing all these years? Alas, if it weren't for him, I am afraid that he would have starved to death on the streets......" The boss burst into tears.

"It's not very good, but if he knew that you have remembered his kindness all these years, he will be very pleased." Ding Mian said with a smile.

The boss wiped away his tears and choked up: "I think back then, because I made a big mistake, I was abolished by the master and expelled from the master, and then I lived on the streets, delirious, and hungry for three days and three nights...... If it weren't for Brother Ding passing by here, buying me a bun and putting a 'Qingming pill' in the bun, so that I could recover my sanity after eating it, I'm afraid Liu would have ...... by now."

Speaking of the back, the boss became more and more silent.

Ding Mian patted the boss on the shoulder and said, "So, do you think I should be charged for this bowl of noodles?" ”

"Young Master Ding, don't make fun of me......" The boss shook his head and said.

"Then you owe Ding Butu's benefactor, shouldn't you also pay it back?" Ding Mian yawned.

"Yes, of course it should, but I, Liu, am really not very good now, and all my property is only this noodle restaurant, if you don't dislike it, Young Master Ding, ......"

"No, the noodle restaurant is your lifeblood, how can I be embarrassed to win people's love?" Ding Mian waved his hand, "I heard that you collected a whetstone from Golden Dragon Mountain in the past, I don't know if it's true or not?" ”

The boss's body trembled, and his face suddenly became a little difficult to look at.

This kid still knows my whetstone?

"To tell you the truth, my knife is already a little unsharp, so I thought about coming over to the boss to borrow a whetstone...... Of course, I don't mind if you're willing to give it to me, in this case, boss, you owe my dad a favor, even if it's two clear. Ding Mian sat on the chair, gently stroked the pig-killing knife, and said with a smile.

The boss hesitated for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and said with a smile: "Yes, I owe Brother Ding a favor, so I naturally have to pay it back, but Ding Butu just gave me a bun back then, and I'll pay you back a bun again, but I know the righteousness, and I will pay you back a hundred times!" Come on, feed Young Master Ding to eat steamed buns. ”

The words fell, and seven or eight big men dressed in strong suits and holding steamers suddenly walked in outside the door, surrounding Ding Mian in a group of people, and the momentum was violent.

Ding Mian glanced at it and said, "Okay, this is preparing to be an old man?" ”