Just as the proprietress was leaving, a clerk had already come to clean up the noodles on the ground with a dustpan and a broom.

Fang Zheng looked at his waist and twisted away, and really went to the next strip again, the busy boss lady in his back, he thought to himself, it seems that it is really the luck incense that is working.

However, it seems that the luck incense that has not been strengthened, nen is just the proprietress of the proprietor, so he can only bully the weaker noodles.

Within a few minutes, the proprietress had already re-ordered the noodles, and walked over with a heavy chest trembling with a bullwhip noodle in her hand.

Outcome.

There were uncleaned noodles on the ground, and the proprietress slipped under her feet, and although she stood firmly, the noodles in her hand broke on the ground again along with the bowl.

The proprietress who was already slightly cold looked even colder, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

"Boss, I will look at your face, I will look at your face, night sweats, hand tremor and weakness to hold the bowl, the boss lady has been kidney yang deficiency since childhood?"

"The proprietress should not think that women will not have kidney deficiency, so they will not pay attention to it. Women are also like men, they will have kidney deficiency. Women's kidney yang deficiency is even more serious, edema and fat, **low, infertility, and one fat destroys everything, so women's kidney yang deficiency should be paid more attention to. ”

The old god stick spoke earnestly, and carefully analyzed the dangers of illness for the proprietress of illness.

The proprietress stared coldly at the old god stick who was still chattering, and the look in her eyes was as if she was going to kill someone, and the old god stick was frightened by the boss's sudden gaze that seemed to be murderous, and closed her mouth.

Watching the proprietress go cook the noodles again for the third time.

The old god stick asked Fang Zheng at the same table in a low voice: "Little brother, the boss lady has smashed the bowl twice in a row, Lao Dao, I don't look like an ordinary bowl drop, is it that the luck incense has played a role?"

"That's not right, the luck is good, why do you want to drop the bowl? Little brother, do you get the bullwhip noodles or don't you get the bullwhip noodles?"

At the end, the old god watched the bullwhip noodles being poured into the trash by the clerk in pain, and said with a painful expression on his face: "It's a pity that this bullwhip noodles, no, it's a pity that these two bowls of bullwhip noodles are a pity." ”

Fang Zheng didn't say too much, just shrugged his shoulders and said vaguely: "Maybe, maybe it's because you're not used to eating noodles, and maybe you like to eat rice." ”

"Have you ever seen anyone whose incense is stuck in the noodles? ”

The old god was stunned when he heard this: "There is really some truth." ”

As the saying goes, it doesn't take three things, and it didn't take long for the proprietress to twist her waist and walk over with the third bowl of bullwhip noodles in her hand.

It was indeed held, but this time it was held with both hands.

Even, looking at the solemn and cold color on the face of the proprietress as if she was facing a great enemy, she was careful step by step, and people who didn't know thought that the proprietress was in a minefield.

Finally, the proprietress walked through the minefield safely, this time without dropping the bowl or stepping on the noodles, and successfully put the noodles in her hand in front of Fangzheng.

The ghost made a mistake, and the proprietress actually made a relaxed action, and then a bright smile appeared on her face again.

"Brother, eat, try my sister's craftsmanship, but I don't know if it's delicious under my sister, or it's delicious under you, brother. ”

The proprietress stood still, as if she wanted to watch Fang Zheng eat the noodles with her own eyes.

Fang Zheng felt that Brother Xiang was not doing anything.

I didn't even drop the bowl for the third time.

"Why doesn't my brother move his chopsticks?"

"Is it that my sister doesn't taste good underneath?"

"Is it that even my brother can't trust my sister, and I'm worried that my sister will poison you and put single mushrooms in the noodles?"

The proprietress saw that Fang Zheng had not eaten, and the person stood and did not leave, so she urged Fang Zheng to hurry up and eat the noodles while they were hot.

Only the old god looked at Fang Zheng and the bullwhip noodles on the table with envy.

That's bullwhip noodles... Great supplements.

When people reach old age, they are prone to backache and back pain, and their legs and feet are not good.

Three bowls of noodles before and after, at this time, the fortune incense on the table is about to burn to the end, but this time it is obvious that the fortune incense is a little liver does not move the proprietress of the liver.

After all, this is an ordinary fortune incense, or a spelling version of cutting corners, it is not as good as the strengthened fortune incense that can even move the liver of the two corpse kings.

Fang Zheng's eyes were full of pity, and just when the thought fell, he suddenly came from an evil wind, and the shadows of the trees on the sidewalk rustled and swayed.

The barbecue stall is operated on the sidewalk, and the proprietress whose hair is messy by the wind, she makes a gesture of raising her hand to gently brush her sideburns hair, and subconsciously turns to look at the rustling shadows of the trees.

When she turned back again, she paused to brush her hair, because there was a woman's long hair, impartial, and it landed right on the noodles in front of the square front.

The long hair was so glaring, it was like struggling, trying to break free of the noodles.

Hostess: "......"

Founder: "......"

Even Fang Zheng didn't expect this fortune incense to be so persistent.

Since nen is no more than the proprietress of the proprietor, he will bully the weaker noodles, and since nen is just a finger of the proprietress of the proprietor, he will simply go to the nen proprietress with a hair down.

This strand of hair must be considered a trophy, right?

After all, it's the hair that the fortune has received.

Regardless of whether he can fight or not, he will fight first and win a hair, and even Fang Zheng feels ashamed of his perseverance and desperate spirit of not giving up until he reaches his goal.

"Hair loss, white face, puffiness, boss lady, you really have a kidney yang deficiency physique. The old god reminded kindly again.

The proprietress turned into a bright smile again, but her face turned back to a slight coldness.

Hair comes out of the noodles, who still has the appetite to eat, who knows if they have dandruff, and it seems that they are about to cook a fourth bowl of noodles.

But the proprietress didn't turn around this time to order the fourth bowl of noodles.

"Where there is any hair, you must be wrong. ”

Saying that, the proprietress actually reached out directly to take away the hair on the noodles, which was intended to destroy the corpse.

As a result, smack!

The hand that the proprietress stretched out was grabbed by Fang Zheng, just when Fang Zheng was about to say something, huh?

Fang Zheng's eyes were slightly surprised and slightly surprised.

The moment the two palms touched the skin, the proprietress did not have the cold and cold feeling of ordinary ghosts on her hands, and actually carried the body temperature of normal ordinary people.

Fang Zheng was stunned.

Suddenly!

Fang Zheng Huo Ran got up, the boss lady in front of him was not a ghost, but a big living person with three lights not extinguished?

"Brother, you scratched your sister's hand. ”

The proprietress tried to break free, but the square palm, like a vice, tightly clamped the proprietress wrist.

Fang Zheng turned a deaf ear, and he didn't mean to pity the jade, he didn't hesitate, a wisp of true qi touched along the skin and entered the body of the proprietress.

What a way to detect the enemy!

He wanted to see if the boss lady in front of him was a ghost or a living person.

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PS: I'm sorry, I've been staying up late late, I want to rest early today, I didn't update today, so don't wait.