Yang Luo said: "Don't communicate more with the two of you for the time being, there will be more opportunities in the future." After a long time, no one will care about you even if you make villains in the office. ”

"Uncle!" Xiao Yijiao snorted, "I won't tell you!" After that, he hung up the phone.

"Toot toot ......" There was a busy sound from the receiver, Yang Luo smiled and threw the phone into the passenger seat. This guy is really out of tune, Xiao Yi called him an uncle, that is the elder, and he actually said anything.

The sky gradually darkened, Yang Luo walked for more than ten minutes, got off the provincial road, entered Hebi City, entered the city, and parked the car in front of a noodle restaurant called Yixiang Xiang. I got out of the car and walked into the noodle shop. A woman with a fat figure, a thick layer of powder on her face, and blood-red lipstick on her mouth, sat behind a glass counter.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of beef noodles." Yang Luo found a place to sit down. Now it's time for dinner, and there is not a single customer in this noodle restaurant.

"Okay!" When the proprietress saw a guest coming, she shouted to the kitchen separated by a half-curtain door, "A bowl of beef noodles." After speaking, he walked quickly to Yang Luo's table, and wiped the table vigorously with a rag, "Big brother, you are not a local, right?" ”

Yang Luo smiled and nodded: "No!" ”

"Where are you from?" The hostess asked.

Yang Luo said: "Guess! ”

The proprietress opened her blood-red mouth and smiled: "I heard your accent like it's from the northeast, but I can't hear it exactly." ”

Yang Luo laughed: "Boss, your business here is not very good, this is a little bit, there are no customers, it is estimated that the taste of noodles is not very good." ”

The proprietress looked very much like a shrew, Yang Luo thought that the proprietress would definitely be dissatisfied with what he said, but he didn't expect the proprietress to just sigh, "It's not delicious, you will know if you eat it." After saying that, the proprietress turned to leave and sat down behind the counter again.

Yang Luo looked at the proprietress , although her face was coated with a thick layer of powder, although her mouth was smeared with blood-red lipstick, although her figure was out of shape. But Yang Luo can see that this woman was definitely a beauty when she was young, and it seems that she is also a woman with a story.

Soon, a man in his forties with a rather honest face came out of the kitchen with a large bowl of noodles. There was a smile on his face from afar, and it was not a professional smile, but quite sincere.

"Your noodles are ready, eat slowly, there is garlic here, and chili oil and vinegar."

Yang Luo lowered his head and sniffed deeply, looked at the boss and said, "Boss, it smells good, I don't know how it tastes." ”

The boss showed a proud look on his face, "My shop is called a picky incense." ”

The corners of Yang Luo's mouth hooked, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the noodles in the bowl, and a rather special fragrance came to his nose.

"Huh?" Yang Luo hummed very unexpectedly, put the picked noodles into his mouth, his eyes were wide, he gave a thumbs up to the boss, quickly swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and said, "Boss, your skills are quite good." ”

The boss said proudly: "My craft is a family heirloom, and a pick of incense is also a time-honored brand, more than 200 years." ”

Yang Luo asked strangely: "In this case, why is your business here not very good?" ”

The boss sighed and said, "It's not that it's not very good, it's that there is no business at all." It's been more than half a year and you're the only guest. ”

Yang Luo raised his eyebrows: "Then I don't understand, your noodles are so good, and you are still a time-honored brand, how can there be no business?" ”

The boss opened his mouth to say something, but the proprietress suddenly shouted: "Old Wu, my stomach is a little uncomfortable, get me some brown sugar water." ”

"Hey!" The boss ran briskly into the kitchen.

Yang Luo shook his head slightly, lowered his head and began to eat noodles, Xili was not afraid of being hot, and in just ten minutes, a large bowl of noodles and even the soup were drunk by him. I have to say, this noodle tastes pretty good. And looking at the old furnishings in the store and the smoky color of the walls, the previous business must have been no different. But now there is not a single guest, obviously in trouble. However, although Yang Luo was curious in his heart, he was not an eventful person.

"Hostess, check out!"

The proprietress didn't move, just waved her hand and said, "Today's bowl of noodles is what our husband and wife invited you, and you don't need money." ”

Yang Luo was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why?" ”

The proprietress smiled and said, "This shop is about to close, and you are the last customer of our store, so we invite this bowl of noodles without money." ”

Yang Luo was surprised, nodded and said, "Then thank you boss." After saying that, he turned to leave, when three young men came in outside. He has a flat head, several earrings on his ears, a sleeveless camouflage vest on his upper body, camouflage pants on his lower body, and Marine combat boots on his feet. Yang Luo could see at a glance that they were all fakes.

"Yo he, there are really people who are not afraid of death, rush here to eat noodles." A slightly older guy with tattoos on his arms stood in front of Yang Luo, looking up and down.

The other guy poked Yang Luo's chest hard with his fingers, "Damn, next door, which did you drill out of the crotch of your." I don't know if you can't enter this noodle restaurant? ”

Yang Luo looked at the three guys in front of him with a smile: "I shot the three of you in the crotch of the, but you didn't die, and you are so unfilial, it's really unreasonable." ”

The faces of the three guys suddenly darkened, and at this moment, the boss rushed out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife and shouted, "Grass and mud horses, didn't you come to me?" Let him go and come at me. ”

Yang Luo glanced back at the boss, his hand holding the kitchen knife kept shaking, and his legs were trembling slightly. I don't know if it's because I'm scared, or because I'm not so impulsive, and I'm a little nervous. And the proprietress was very calm, standing inside the counter, looking here.

"Yo!" The older guy walked up to the boss, tilted his head to look at what he was holding, and said mockingly: "Old Wu, your courage is getting fatter, you actually dare to come out with a knife." After speaking, he laughed and patted his neck with his hand, "Come, cut here." Don't cut, you*** are my grandson. ”

The boss's teeth creaked, his hand holding the knife trembled more and more, and his blood-red eyes stared at the guy's neck, but he didn't have the courage to cut it down.

"Smack!" The guy raised his hand, slapped the boss in the face, and said with a grin, "I hit you, come, cut me." ”

Blood flowed down the corner of the boss's mouth, and at that moment there was another snap, and the guy slapped the boss on the other side of the face, and then laughed again.

"Stupid, if you have a kind, cut me, don't scare me with a broken kitchen knife if you don't have a seed, do you think grandpa I'm scared?"

"Ahh The boss suddenly roared, and he didn't know how long he was holding back his resentment, and with a shout, he catharsized, and then raised a kitchen knife and slashed wildly at the guy's neck.

A roar frightened the guy, and when he reacted, the kitchen knife was already in front of him, and his face turned pale instantly. He couldn't have imagined that this famous and honest man, who was usually slapped by them and kicked and didn't even dare to let go of a fart, would really dare to cut him with a knife.

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