Walking to the second floor, the number of people on this floor is much less, not like dozens of people gathered on the first floor, and there is some noise, Long Qianxun took a place to sit down, he also likes this quiet environment.

Long Qian raised his eyes and looked over, only to see the few dozen or so people, the food on the table in front of him was extremely good-looking, some were cooked, some were fried, the faint aroma was emanating, making people's appetite move, their every move was very calm, it was obvious that the realm of coming to the second floor should not be low.

I just heard what Yi Lao said, the young man named Long Zichen is very likely to be a strong person who will be a spiritual eight-grade, the reason why he can't be sure is because if the spiritual power of the cultivator is not called, it will give people the feeling that it is no different from different people.

The cultivator has spiritual power in his body, and he does not show it casually, but the cultivator has spiritual power but releases it all the time, because this consumes himself, and if a cultivator has spiritual power fluctuations in his body, he is not running the exercises and cultivating, which means that there may be a battle next.

Long Qian was not in a hurry, ordered the food, sat down here, waited quietly, through the window, the outside world was full of stars, it seemed that it was late at night, and after waiting for a while, he suddenly noticed that there were footsteps not very far from where he was sitting.

Soon two figures appeared from there, the first one was the young man who was called Zichen by Yi Lao before, with a faint look of surprise on his face, and he was followed by the slightly chubby young man Long Ang, but his face was a little resistant.

"Brother Ang, don't go, when I get to know that brother, I will still treat you to a meal, and when there are two dishes tomorrow, I will bring you over to eat again." I saw Long Zichen, who had climbed to the second floor of the attic, looked around and whispered to the chubby young man beside him.

In the attic on the second floor, the eyes of some teenagers came, and then moved away in an instant.

After what happened to Long Qian, the arrogance on Long Ang's face had disappeared, he was a little helpless, and he had a headache, and said angrily: "I said it, since you can't eat it this time, then you go to find me tomorrow, and I'll come with you again, what do you have to do with me this time." ”

"Alas, Brother Ang, you are kind to me, it's my fault that I can't eat the pork loin and the black spirit pigeon this time, I won't let you not be able to eat the other dishes, hey, look at the brother sitting there before, let's go first." Long Zichen also knew Long Ang's character, he just wanted to explain, and when he saw Long Qian's figure, his eyes lit up.

Long Qian was sitting precariously and didn't pay much attention to the two of them, but the next thing he saw was that Long Zichen had a smile on his face, grabbed Long Ang's arm, and walked over to him.

"Something?" Long Qian looked at it, moved his chair, and sat at his desk skillfully with Long Zichen and the others, a little puzzled, could it be that he had robbed them of their dishes, and now he was looking for trouble?

That Long Zichen heard Long Qian's voice, he stabilized his body, waved his hand, and said hurriedly, "Brother, don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand, we didn't have any malice when we came, we came here to make friends with you." ”

When Na Long Ang saw this scene, he felt a little ashamed of his actions.

When Long Qian heard this, his thoughts changed, and he felt that it was the dragon ball he paid to the old man that attracted the two of them, and the exclamation of Yi Lao before was not concealed, and the young man who was farther away might not know what was happening, and they were behind him, clear about everything.

At this moment, from behind a partition on the second floor, a burst of aroma wafted out, it was the smell of meat, and it was very delicious just by smelling, as if it was a kitchen specializing in making special ingredients into mature food.

From behind came a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, with a very young and delicate face, with fluffy hair on his head wiped to the back of his head, tied with a string, and a soft cloth around his neck, with a gentle smile on his face, and holding in his hand a large, delicately polished pale yellow wooden plate, on which there was a white porcelain soup basin, in which the stewed soup was already thickened, and the meat of it floated on the soup, which was made of black spirit pigeon.

On the left side of this soup pot, there is a porcelain plate, a piece of fiery red meat slices cut into slices are placed in layers, visible to the naked eye, a drop of oil oozing from the meat, just looking, I can't help but want people to move chopsticks, from the aroma that comes out, it makes people hungry a little, in the middle of these two dishes put a bowl, a pair of chopsticks.

The appearance of this young man and the dishes he held attracted the attention of many people on the second floor, after all, it was too fragrant, Long Qian smiled slightly, he was walking towards him, these two dishes were obviously ordered by himself before, and under the transmission of Yi Lao on the first floor, let the chef in the kitchen on the second floor make it.

The time was very fast, and after waiting for such a little time, the two meat dishes that would take a long time to make no matter how you look at them have already been served.

The young man came quickly, and under Yi Lao's voice, he knew that Long Qian was a guest, turned to the side slightly, faced him, put a large wooden plate on the table, served the two dishes, and said politely: "Slow use the guest." ”

Then he grabbed the wooden plate and left, and Long Ang, who was on the other side of the table, was silent, looked at the dishes on the table and licked his lips unconsciously.

Long Zichen on the side looked at this scene, but he was a little embarrassed, he glanced at Long Ang beside him, and there was a little more apology on his face, he invited him a few times, and knew that he especially liked to eat these two dishes.

Just once, twice later, this Long Ang seemed to be hungry for the fiery pork loin and the black spirit pigeon soup, sometimes he asked for his help, and in the end he asked for the reward, only these, this time he came to this "third restaurant" for the same purpose, and he said some prickly words before, all because these dishes were ordered, and he deliberately vented his dissatisfaction.

There were two people sitting in front of him, and Long Qian was embarrassed to move his chopsticks directly, he smiled and said, "Since it's okay, then... I'm going to eat, so let's talk about it after I've eaten. ”

Long Zichen sneered and said, "I'm sorry, brother, you eat yours, I also ordered the food, and I will eat it at your table later." ”

"I'm sorry, besides, I can't eat you two staring at me here. Long Qian didn't have any ill feelings towards this Long Zichen, shook his head, and spoke with some helpless tone, this is the truth, eating by himself, someone staring at him to eat, he is very uncomfortable.

Long Ang, beside him, didn't speak, just stared at the dishes on the table, those aromas, wrapped around his nose, he couldn't help it anymore, his round face shook, and he said: "I hope you don't mind my attitude before, can I pay you three medium-grade spirit beads, you divide these dishes with me a small part." ”

Long Zichen beside him was stunned for a moment, and after Long Ang winked at him, he hurriedly took out three crystal second-grade mid-grade dragon balls from the cloth bag on his waist, and said to Long Qian: "I'm sorry, my brother likes to eat these two dishes the most, I don't know if you can give up a little." ”

Long Qian was stunned for a moment, he smiled dumbly, he didn't know what to say, he felt that these two people also had some meaning, there was no need to completely ruin their relationship because of the two dishes, but he didn't mind a part, after nodding, he took the three second-grade medium-grade spirit beads in his hand, these he may not need, when he wanted to sketch a more advanced circulation pattern, but there were some physical references.