Salsa Sha

At night, in an old street, most of the shops were closed by this time, and one or two shops were still dimly lit.

On the street, at this time, there was a young figure walking slowly.

The boy has long black hair, wears a white shirt, and a pair of black jeans.

At this time, he was holding his hands in his pockets, carrying a pair of headphones, and listening to songs while walking.

"Boss, I heard that you have fried noodles here, bring me one!" In front of a food stall, the figure of the young man sat on a long bench, looked at the boss who came out of it and was greeting the guests next to him, and said.

"Okay, I don't know what you want to add a little bit of handsome guy, lean meat, sausage, or something else?"

The owner of the food stall is a middle-aged man with a big belly, wearing an apron at this time, with a towel on his shoulder, when he heard the young man's words, he looked at it and looked surprised, he was so handsome.

However, he reacted quickly and asked.

"Do you have bean sprouts here?" the boy asked, looking at the boss in front of him.

And this young man is not Ye Wuchen, who else can he be.

"Bean sprouts! I have never seen such a handsome young man as you, and I will satisfy you if you want any ingredients, even if you have them. When the middle-aged man in front of him heard it, he was slightly surprised and said.

"Just bean sprouts and lean meat!Others, don't!Boss, don't be spicy!" And at the end, Ye Wuchen reminded.

I can't eat too much chili.

If it's chili sauce, there's absolutely no problem at all.

"Okay, good, I'll get ready right away. You're a southerner, boy!" the shopkeeper heard and nodded, with a look of surprise on his face.

Authentic southern fried noodles, that's it.

A handful of bean sprouts, with lean meat, no chili peppers, but a sprinkle of pepper.

It tastes fragrant and tastes very good.

"No, I'm from the north. Ye Wuchen smiled slightly and shook his head.

Although he was born and raised in the north, his mother is a southerner.

Mother, when she usually likes to cook some southern things, and eat some southern fruits.

When I was a child, with my mother, I could eat fried noodles from the south, as well as Guilin rice noodles and so on, as well as pomelo, lychee, coconut water and other fruits.

Of course, my favorite stir-fry is not the expensive delicacies of the mountains and seas, but the fried noodles made by my mother.

It's a pity that now, my mother is gone.

And I can no longer taste the taste of my mother's fried noodles.

It can be said that when he traveled to the north and south of China, every time he went to a place, Ye Wuchen would go to see the local fried food.

If you have a famous fried noodles, you will still try it yourself.

It's just, every taste, every disappointment.

Although he already knew that the taste of his mother's handmade was no longer there, even if it was just a little similar, Ye Wuchen wanted to find it.

And this time, Ye Wuchen found this food stall when he was free. Therefore, it also came.

"Northerners, how do northerners know what the ingredients are for our southerners' fried noodles?" and the boss in front of him was a little surprised when he heard it.

However, then I nodded, probably because of the Internet!

After all, now that the Internet is so developed, it is not very difficult to find something.

"My mother was Southerner. When Ye Wuchen heard it, he smiled slightly and explained.

"When I was a kid, my favorite food was my mother's fried noodles. Other delicacies of the mountains and seas, not interested. ”

"Young man, I admire you, I'll add ingredients to you!" The owner of the shop heard this, patted Ye Wuchen on the shoulder, and walked towards the kitchen.

"I didn't expect that the owner of this shop is still very friendly!" Ye Wuchen saw it and smiled slightly, with a smile on his face.

Shanghai at night is still very good.

The night wind is gusting, the moon is dark and the wind is high, it is a murderous night.

Woohoo

And when Ye Wuchen looked up and looked not far away, a beam of high beams came directly.

This made the people next to him cover their eyes one by one in an instant.

boom

And the next moment, a crashing sound reached their ears.

When they slowly opened their eyes, the table that Ye Wuchen was sitting on in front of them was completely shattered.

Countless sawdust flew in the air, which made their eyes widen.

"What's going on?" they obviously didn't know what was going on, and all of a sudden there was so much sawdust flying.

What surprised them even more was that in front of the young man with long hair just now, there was a middle-aged man standing with his hands in his hands at this time.

"This is Yang Tian, the head of the Yang family!How could this person come here!" When they saw clearly who the middle-aged man in front of them was, their mouths opened wide and their faces were full of disbelief.

Yang Tian, the head of the Yang family, actually came here, it was a food stall, and it seemed that he was still coming for the young man in front of him.

What is the relationship between the two of them? At this moment, they were completely confused.

It is said that Yang Tian of the Yang family is an existence that fights 10,000 people by himself, and he is even more brave and famous. This young man actually provoked Yang Tian, the head of the Yang family, and he was simply killed! The table in front of him was the end!"

"Not necessarily, since you dare to provoke Yang Tian, then there must be two brushes. And, Yang Tian's attack just now, which of you saw it. And the young man in front of him can easily dodge. No way without two brushes!"

"That's right! However, if you offend Yang Tian, it is estimated that this is it! So far, who has offended Yang Tian has had a good end. ”

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" said the boss, who was preparing fried noodles in the kitchen, when he heard the movement outside.

The spatula in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and his face turned pale.

"Yang Tian, why is he here!" When he saw Yang Tian's figure in front of him, the boss of the food stall trembled all over his body at this time.

This person, in the magic capital back then, was simply a death-like existence.

And now, this young man actually offended Yang Tian, a tragedy!

No, it should be 100% dead.

"Boss, I want fried noodles, wait for me to solve the guy in front of me, make it for me, okay? I'm still a little hungry." And when everyone's faces were bloodless, Ye Wuchen smiled slightly and looked at the boss at the door.

"This is the highest level of death!" everyone saw that they were petrified one by one, and they could still play like this!

However, the next scenario is already known.

In front of Yang Tian, he was still so arrogant.

Death!

(End of chapter)