The delicious fish soup rice noodles quickly diluted his fear of the prophecy of "Baiyu entering the city", and Qi Bei began to think again, if the city was really going to be destroyed, why didn't the store leave quickly, but still cook fragrant rice noodles here and sell them?

After all, he is not a person from Fenglin City, and there are some things that do not penetrate deep into the bone marrow.

Qi Bei imagined the fluffy meatballs as Qin Zhi who didn't know anything, and he grabbed a quasi-child with chopsticks and bit it hard with his teeth.

"Hmph. I know that you have the ability to use your golden gourd to beat a hundred dragons. ”

Then he picked out the coriander from the bowl and threw it on the ground in disgust and stepped on his feet, imagining that it was Lady Bailing's husband, Turnip.

"Hey, hey. Flaunting that he is only eight buckets high, Ya has a dish name? Tsk, or coriander, which everyone hates. ”

Then imagine the star anise in the soup as a "ground ghost", and throw it out of the city one by one, but it is actually thrown out of the bowl.

"The demons retreated. ”

Think of the bean skin kelp as a difficult "hundred", one bite at a time, and kill them all.

"Swallow mountains and rivers. ”

Imagine rice noodles as poisonous insects and beasts, and swallow them all.

"It's overwhelming. ”

Is the siege so difficult to resist?

"Hahahaha. He smirked.

In the end, Qi Bei imagined the whole bowl of soup as Mrs. Bailing—although there was no inevitable connection between the two for the time being—and drank it all into his stomach in the blink of an eye.

Wow, it's so refreshing to eat, and it's so refreshing to fantasize. If only in reality, I also had the power of the heavens, not only to save the wind in the city, but more importantly, to rescue the beautiful woman from the burning fire.

"Is he not in his right mind?"

"If you look at his appearance, he's not a normal person. ”

The shopkeeper and the proprietress glanced at each other.

The taste of this fish soup rice noodles, Mrs. Bailing must love it to death, right?

You see, there are vegetables, meat, rice noodles, soup, or fresh fish soup, which is very rare during the fishing ban period in Fenglin City.

Then buy a serving of rice noodles and send it to her.

"Boss, pack another one!"

The store is very happy, there are few people who come to eat, but one person ate three bowls, and today's business should be good: "Okay! Guest, our rice noodles should be eaten fresh, and we will separate the noodles and soup for you, and put them together when you eat." We will take it out and give you a crockpot for soup. ”

Qi Bei hurriedly stopped: "Wait, I'm going to carry this soup?

"Of course, this is the same as noodles, after soaking in the soup for a long time, it will fall into the lump. ”

It's not that I'm afraid that I'm tired of carrying the soup to Mrs. Bailing, but the soup powder is separated, and it's too troublesome to eat, when eating, there must be a place to put the soup, what if I can't find a table temporarily? No, no, no, you can't buy rice noodles.

"Hey, don't you want the guest officer?"

"No, no. ”

The shopkeeper was not happy: "No, then what are you asking? It's all packed for you, what's the matter, and then pour it back?"

Qi Bei hurriedly apologized, but fortunately, the number of copper plates given by the second senior brother was very sufficient: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the copper plate is for you, I don't want this package." ”

"It's almost ......," the store put Qi Bei.

The two large bowls of rice noodles not only occupied the space in Qi Bei's stomach, but also the space in his brain, leaving room for thinking about the crisis of "Hundred Siege of the City", and there was only a little bit left.

I still haven't bought the right breakfast.

He continued to walk along the street with a shy stomach, initially thinking of the terrible legend of "Baiyu Siege City", Qi Bei still had some weak legs and feet, and couldn't walk, but when the legs and feet were stretched, Qi Bei didn't feel that his body was weak, and he saw pedestrians coming and going, each focusing on his own business, doing business normally, shopping normally, people's expressions were quite peaceful, and he felt that the situation might not be as alarmist as the rice noodle shop said.

"Didn't you say that the city would be destroyed in three days? Why didn't everyone run for their lives? Why are they still queuing up to buy rice balls?" he patted his head and suddenly realized, "It must be a story he deliberately made up, tricking me into drinking two large bowls of rice noodles at his house and buying a third bowl." Alas, but it's really delicious, if the soup is good to take, I'll take it with her. ”

Qi Beixiao was entangled in her heart, would Mrs. Bailing like this unstoppable stinky smell? Maybe she likes it, maybe she hasn't eaten it, but she can ask her to try it, but if she really eats it, will the lingering floral fragrance on her body be covered by the smell of stinky tofu? If she doesn't have a pungent aroma, but the smell of stinky tofu that has passed the oil, then she will still like her very much. Would like her more because of the smelly taste!

Thinking so presumptuously in his heart, although Qi Bei was blooming, he was not without the courage to buy stinky tofu for Mrs. Bailing. He couldn't suppress his greed and bought a piece for his little one.

So, this morning, from the street to the alley, Qi Bei was lost in the many breakfast options, and let go of eating while walking, tasting rice porridge, noodles, tofu, brain, hand finger cakes, burritos, pancakes, scones, the taste is either too salty or too light, or it is the "cake" she doesn't like to eat, in short, she didn't pick out a "suitable" meal for Mrs. Bailing. But it's not that there is no harvest at all, don't believe it, look at Qi Bei's gradually expanding belly and slowly deflating money bag.

"Feng Ji xiaolongbao, hot xiaolongbao!" the shopkeeper shouted loudly, and there was a long line in front of the door.

"There are a lot of people in line at this xiaolongbao. Qi Bei couldn't help but sigh.

"Of course. The kind uncle in front of him told him, "This shop is a century-old shop, the most famous xiaolongbao and soup dumplings in Fenglin City, come to Fengji to buy them, it's right." ”

Qi Bei's eyes lit up: "It's very suitable to buy steamed buns, they are small, they have many flavors, they are easy to hold, there is no soup, the nutrition is balanced, there are meat and vegetables, she must like it!" So he patiently lined up in a long line of forty or fifty people, and finally it was his turn, and when he saw that there were more than ten kinds of fillings, how to choose this one? fennel, celery, mushrooms, three fresh, egg yolks, which flavor does Mrs. Bailing like to eat? He scratched his head vigorously, blaming himself for not being able to ask in advance.

- And coriander buns, pure coriander buns, oh my God, who's going to eat this!

The aunt in the back queue was anxious: "Do you want to buy it? ”

Qi Bei touched his stomach, his heart was horizontal, all the way, he ate all the way, and now it is difficult to stuff anything into his stomach, even water is not easy, but when he thinks of it, Mrs. Bailing is very likely to like to eat a certain flavor of it, and eat it with relish, and with such a lovely expectant eye, he said to him: "This is delicious, why only buy one, I haven't eaten enough." ”