Qingyun Street was not too far from the Holy Temple, and after half a pillar of incense, Leng Mingyue and Shen Lichuan stood on the street.

It's dinner time, and the aroma of different delicacies comes to your nose.

Leng Mingyue couldn't bear it anymore, so she dragged Shen Lichuan to the roadside stall and sat down, beckoning:

"Boss, let's have a bowl of ravioli."

The vendor immediately came over to wipe the table, and after seeing Leng Mingyue's appearance, he praised:

"The girl is so pretty, by the way, what do you have to taboo?"

Everyone's tastes are different, and that's what the vendor asks many times a day.

He didn't know Leng Mingyue, although the words "Leng Mingyue" had spread all over the imperial capital, but not everyone knew what Leng Mingyue looked like.

"There are no taboos." Leng Mingyue raised her chin towards Shen Lichuan and asked out of politeness:

"Holy ...... What do you want to eat? ”

She almost shouted out Shen Lichuan's identity, but she guessed that His Highness the Holy Son should not be interested in the food from the roadside stalls.

At this time, the hawker put his eyes on Shen Lichuan, this look was terrible, and he subconsciously "snorted".

"Sheng Gongzi is also very handsome, do you think you need something?" With that, the peddler glanced at the hands of the two of them clasped tightly,

Today's young people are really more and more open, and they don't let go of their hands when they eat.

"Xianggong!" The woman in charge of cooking pulled the vendor past and whispered:

"That man's eyebrows are a little red, he shouldn't be from the Holy Temple......"

"Hey, a little red in the center of your eyebrows is the Holy Son? When I was younger, I also had a red mole on my eyebrows, and then I let the cat scratch it off! ”

The peddler rolled his eyes: "Besides, if he is a holy son, he should have an iris mark on the collar, and it is impossible for him to come to eat with us!" ”

Who is the Son of the People? Is it possible to eat a roadside stall?

"That's right." The woman nodded, put away her suspicions, and went to the ravioli.

"The two of you are smiling, Master Sheng, do you want something to eat?" The vendor came up and asked.

Leng Mingyue lifted her eyes and looked at Shen Lichuan, and when Shen Lichuan refused, who knew that his voice was warm and polite:

"A bowl of Yangchun noodles, no chopped green onions, thank you."

There is no discomfort, no dislike, kindness is like flow, like a regular visitor on the street.

The peddler nodded and left, and Leng Mingyue watched Shen Lichuan take out chopsticks from the basket next to him, take out a silk silk and rub it carefully.

This ordinary action can no longer be ordinary, and it also makes him three points elegant.

Leng Mingyue was very surprised.

After a while, the Yangchun noodles and wontons were served, and the vendor stood by and did not leave.

If he didn't want anything else, he wanted to know that dinner was coming, and these two should let go of their hands, right?

Who hasn't told me yet?

"Do you want me to feed you?" Shen Lichuan looked at Leng Mingyue's left hand, his eyes flashing.

The ghost catcher chain is tied to her right hand, which is holding it at the moment, hindering the meal.

If she asks, he can feed her with his own hands.

Hawker: "......"

It's not comparable, it's gone.

"No, you don't." Leng Mingyue pinched the porcelain spoon with her left hand, steadily.

Shen Lichuan was silent and bowed his head to eat noodles.

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After a brief dinner, Leng Mingyue shuttled in front of different shops, tasted almost all the food on this street, and relieved her previous grievances in the temple.

Shen Lichuan followed, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

This woman is a bit able to eat......

That's it, he can afford it.

When the two of them crossed the alley, a female voice came from behind them: .

"Isn't this our little prince's great benefactor, Miss Leng Mingyue Leng?"