Feng Feiyang had already washed his hands, but he didn't want to brush Huo Xiaolou's heart. After cleaning their hands, they went back to the house and changed into clean old dresses, and several people sat around the table and ate happily.

Feng Feiyang thought about it, the most important thing at present is to make money, don't dare to say anything else-, famous snacks all over the country will basically be, for which I want to thank the foodie grandfather!

"Uncle Huo, is our small noodle restaurant doing good business?" Feng Feiyang thought about it and asked, but there is no rule of not saying anything at the dinner table and not saying anything when sleeping.

Huo Changsheng put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand and was about to answer.

"Miss, my father will make a dough sheet, ten years like a day, who likes to taste a taste every day? In the past few days, the cage has eaten two bowls of Uncle Niu and Grandma Zhang on the street." After speaking, he sighed, and his little face was full of sorrow.

Huo Changsheng blushed uneasily: "Miss, I'm not good at cooking, and I don't know how to operate, so..."

Feng Feiyang put down the bowl in his hand and said, "Uncle Huo.. I don't mean to reproach you, I just want to renovate the noodle restaurant and add some new varieties.

Oh, by the way, Uncle Huo, what do other noodle shops sell?" Feng Feiyang wants to know about the food of this dynasty, but like his hometown, there are 100 varieties of pasta alone.

"On the street of Fuyuan Street, there is a De Kee noodle shop, where there are many varieties of breakfast, and there are seven or eight flavors of porridge alone. There are only two kinds of noodles, dough and gnocchi, and there are many other snacks. Huo Changsheng said while thinking about it, with a look of envy.

Feng Feichang knew in his heart, it seems that the pasta of this dynasty needs to be developed! So they discussed how to renovate the shop and how to open up new varieties of noodles.

This night was extraordinary, Bao Chai Tang's husband was taken away by the man in black, and Yan San was also taken for questioning. However, Yan San bit the stone and said that he didn't know the little miracle doctor, and he had no choice but to let people go.

Feng Feiyang, who was asleep, was woken up by the impact of the sword, turned over and jumped out of bed, and came to the small courtyard in a few ups and downs.

Hi! It turned out to be a vendetta outside! It's none of my business, go back to the house and sleep. Feng Feiyang was too lazy to do much, yawned and turned back to the house.

Suddenly, several black shadows flew into the small courtyard while fighting, and Feng Feiyang, who didn't have time to enter the house, flashed behind the big willow tree pole and hid, holding her breath, the rivers and lakes are vendettas, how far away is she at the level of a rookie, don't be implicated.

"Killing seven, today is your death period" led by the man in black holding a seven-foot Qingfeng sword, murderously rubbing his body up, "Formation, Demon Wolf Phantom," the four-person sword flower bloomed, and the soft sword of the man in black in the middle was even more ever-changing.

Dodging, dodging, soaring, jumping, and flying as fast as lightning, for a while, the five swords were like snow, and they fought into a mass of afterimages in the cold blue moonlight.

Feng Feiyang, who was hiding behind the tree, opened his eyes wide and peeked at this rare real vendetta. Hey! This is not a movie, the thin man in black in the middle is becoming more and more courageous, and the soft sword is like a silver dragon and the move is deadly.

A cowman! Feng Feiyang secretly sighed in his heart, and he had time to ask for a few tricks that day. Although he was born in a family of ancient martial arts, what skills have been passed down from the family have become insignificant with the development of the times, do you think! Can the Gu Wu who has experienced harm again be able to block the ion gun? The speed of the current position is okay - one by one

"Hehe, the notorious four demon wolves of the rivers and lakes are no more than Erer" The cold voice was like a messenger from hell, and Feng Feiyang snorted coldly in the tree.

Damn! Who is this? Sound can freeze people to death!

The black-clothed man led by "Demon Light Dragon Slayer" snorted, and his low and gloomy tone was full of resentment.

The sword formation of the four people changed, and the sword net in the sky struck like a raging wind and waves, and the sword shadows overwhelmingly surrounded the black-clothed man in the middle.

It's bad, Feng Feiyang said secretly, the sword formation that has been harmful, leaving no gaps in all directions, see if this person is swollen in the middle? Feng Feiyang was secretly anxious in his heart, hey! She's in a hurry, a bunch of irrelevant people.