Chapter 1192 Yangchun noodles

“...... , sir, I'll buy more food tomorrow. Master, why don't we go to Bingluo Tower to live, it's too expensive and inconvenient here, and it's just the two of us, it's too conspicuous. ”

A room in Bingluo Building is not cheap, of course, it must be much cheaper than the separate courtyard they live in, He Shuang, a little distressed about the cost of the courtyard.

Of course, she is also a little weak and needs to find something to talk about.

In the middle of the night, of course, there were no good dishes, in fact, in their small kitchen, there were no dishes at all, He Shuang had to scramble a plate of eggs for Feng Rushan to drink, and she herself boiled two eggs and cut them, plus a little leftovers from yesterday.

That Bigu pill, she was still reluctant to eat it in the end.

Bigu or something, it is an immortal thing that only the immortal master of the Black Moon Sect has in legend, and no amount of star coins can buy it, He Shuang, he is reluctant.

"No, I like to be quiet, it's also convenient to practice here, He Shuang, you can't save star coins that shouldn't be saved, cultivation, not necessarily the luck of the Eight Classics of Luck and Meditation, the key is to grasp the time of one and a half stars in ordinary times, you practice two more incense sticks a day than others, and you will ,......。 for a year. ”

"Hehe, the little girl is not very old, and she has a lot of thoughts!"

Cultivation, no matter where it is, is a very luxurious thing, and Feng Rushan has never been stingy with cultivation.

As for whether he is dazzling or not, Feng Rushan doesn't care at all, he came to Bingluo City to find Liao Jiyan, and he doesn't need to hide it.

In addition to being an underground smuggling boss, Liao Jiyan is also a successful businessman on the surface, and he doesn't know how many people he wants to meet when he comes and goes every day, and Di Yuanfang sends someone to contact Liao Cripple, and people in the circle will not make a fuss, and outsiders will not make a fuss.

It is very good that He Shuang can think of whether or not he pierces his eyes, but Feng Rushan thinks that what is more interesting is that He Shuang only raised the question of piercing his eyes after he was "bathed", which is obviously a little thought, but he has no intention of delving into it.

Regardless of what is done or not, everyone's life is not easy, He Shuangzhen is a stupid girl who never plans for herself, this kind of person, Feng Rushan does not need it.

In fact, Feng Rushan didn't believe that there was such a person in the world at all.

If a person doesn't even care about himself, why should he care about others?

“...... Let's go to the night market next to it, there should be some food, and tomorrow you and I will go with you to see Liao Cripple, can't you eat enough,......。 ”

Not far from the corner, there is a small alley, which is a hard-working slum area, which is the so-called slum area, Feng Rushan hopes that he can also find some hot supper for He Shuang.

"Yes! I'm going to get an umbrella for the master. ”

"Qingjing! Master, this is me, doing my own thing? Does the master think that my cultivation is too low? However, my wife is not a samurai!"

The sky was dripping with rain, although it was the height of summer, but the cold rain stuck to her face, He Shuang still shivered, but her heart was hot, and she couldn't say what she tasted.

Cultivation, He Shuang is also very hard, and he doesn't dare to relax for a moment, but in Bingluo Building, he can also cultivate, a separate courtyard, can't he do something else?

As for what does tonight's supper have to do with seeing Liao Cripple tomorrow, He Shuang, he didn't notice it at all.

"You can just make your own umbrella, wear more, I want to blow a cool breeze." ”

Feng Rushan's head was a little swollen, and he just happened to be sober up in the rain.

"Hmm!"

In the night of Bingluo City, drenched in rain and cool breeze, He Shuang was completely speechless for Feng Rushan's unique hobby.

......

The cold rain was like ice, the night wind was like a cut, Old Man Zhang's head was a little painful, and he wanted to go back to bed early, but looking at the remaining noodles on the board, he rubbed his waist rod, which was a little sore, and stuffed two pieces of chopping wood into the stove.

If these noodles are not sold out today, they will become yellow and hard tomorrow, and the taste will become a little sour, and although Zhang Kee Noodle Restaurant is only one of the cheapest small noodle restaurants, it will never sell noodles that are not fresh.

Old man Zhang knows that the noodles rolled by his wife are not thinner than others, nor are they better than others, and his marinated vegetables taste average, for decades, he is relying on the freshness, the business of the small noodle restaurant is not bad, and it is by relying on this small noodle restaurant, he not only let his only son cultivate into a red-armored warrior, but also, saved enough money to marry his daughter-in-law, and when his son came back from this trip, Old Man Zhang was ready to close the noodle restaurant, and waited at home to hold his grandson with peace of mind.

"Old man, I see that you are not in good spirits, go back early today, I will come over alone, or forget it today, close the stall early." ”

Aunt Zhang also saw that the old man from home was a little wrong.

Every day is so long and hard, and life is so short, why can't the old man go back to sleep early.

"Baby, I just got a little cool breeze when I was shopping for groceries, it's okay! Ah Qiang, they will have to get off the night shift in half an hour, such a cold day, and it is raining, there is a hot mouth, and they can sleep well when they go back. ”

Old man Zhang shook his head slowly.

Not just for the leftover noodles, Old Man Zhang suddenly thought of those poor friends who would come to this small noodle restaurant to eat bowls of hot noodles every night after they were finished.

For so many years, those poor friends and their families have become accustomed to eating bowls of noodles in this small noodle restaurant, sometimes taking two sips, if there is nothing to eat here, they are likely to starve tonight.

A person lives, whether you want to or not, not only for yourself, many people in this world live for others, if you have already taken on a burden, you can't put it down lightly. It doesn't matter how light or heavy the burden is.

Although Old Man Zhang is poor, he cares about himself very much, and the good reputation of Zhang Ji Noodle Restaurant, which is not only the only thing he can be proud of in his life, but also one of the few things he can leave to his son.

"Alas, it would be nice if the little rabbit cub Da Niu stayed at home,......。 ”

The two of them have lived in this small noodle restaurant all their lives, and Aunt Zhang is very familiar with Old Man Zhang's temper, and she didn't expect Old Man Zhang to really listen to her.

"Da Niu is much stronger than when I was younger,......。 ”

Old man Zhang and his wife did not approve of their son going to the horse racing gang, especially Old Man Zhang, he hoped that his son could run this small noodle restaurant passed down from his grandfather, but after all, his son was a red-armored samurai, and he was still young, so it was not bad to see the outside world.

Perhaps, when the son marries a daughter-in-law and has a son himself, he will put his heart on this small noodle restaurant.

"Boss, let's have two bowls of Yangchun noodles, add one more meat to each bowl, and then come, let's have four side dishes with wine." ”

Although Boss Zhang's noodle shop is small, it is very clean, and it is so late at night that there can still be such a noodle restaurant that is not closed, He Shuang is in a very good mood.

She knew that Feng Rushan was not very particular about eating and drinking, and she was used to ordering food by herself.

Besides, there are no other dishes in the small noodle restaurant, so you can eat whatever you want.

In fact, during the hard days when she first came to Optimus City, He Shuang often frequented such a small stall that was still open late at night, and she was very familiar with it. He Shuang knew that there must be such a small stall in Ice Spirit City.

Before joining Luoyanlou, she liked it, and she could only eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles, but at that time, she rarely added meat, let alone one more.

At that time, she had no money.

Now she will no longer count half a day for a bowl of Yangchun noodles star coins, but He Shuang himself will not add an extra portion of meat, which is for Feng Rushan.

Now, she's going to stay in shape.

"Okay! 63 white coins. ”

Feng Rushan is down, He Shuangyi is dressed up, although it is not gorgeous, but it will never be a woman who lives in this area, it is really not like a customer who will patronize her noodle restaurant, and she didn't look at the price list at all, Old Man Zhang didn't want her to pay now, but she still had to report the price in advance.

"Well, don't look for it!"

"Hehe, there are so many people in the world who are called big bulls. ”

Seeing that He Shuang took out a Blue Star Coin, Feng Rushan nodded gently.

Although the old man Zhang and his wife spoke in a loud voice, he heard it very clearly, and such an old couple counted a few white star coins, Feng Rushan really said to himself, yes, well, Murong Xuefei, he couldn't explain it.

"Well, don't look for it. ”

"Master, this is you, in a bad mood?"

He Shuang handed the Blue Star Coin to the old lady, and was busy washing the cup and pouring the tea.

Feng Rushan rarely comes to this kind of small stall, she is afraid that Feng Rushan will dislike it.

In fact, He Shuang rarely saw Feng Rushan busy with eating, as if he was never hungry, He Shuang couldn't figure it out before, of course, now He Shuang knows, Feng Rushan, there is Bigu Dan.

Feng Rushan is usually not generous in He Shuang's opinion, but a few white star coins, she doesn't take it to heart, the problem is that under normal circumstances, Feng Rushan doesn't ask about these little things, so today, it is obviously because of his unsatisfactory cultivation.

However, since you are in a bad mood, why do you have to take yourself out in the middle of the night to eat Yangchun noodles?

"Thank you, sir, for the tip! Old man, put more meat in the noodles. When the weather is cold, my husband tastes my home-brewed red fruit wine and does not charge any additional money. ”

"What a delicate and quiet little girl, why do you want to do this? If she has to go home so late, she must hide it from her parents. Alas, I don't know how to find a rich one, and I don't even have a car. ”

The old lady blessed Feng Rushan, scooped a bowl of wine for Feng Rushan first, and walked over to chop vegetables with her hands and feet.

Zhang Ji Noodle Restaurant is less than 2 miles away from the Bingluo Inn, and occasionally the old man sends the little girl home in the middle of the night on weekdays, and eats something in her noodle restaurant on the way, however, it is raining lightly, Feng Rushan and He Shuang walked all the way, obviously there is no private car, and the old lady is very suspicious of He Shuang's vision.

"Good wine!He Shuang, wait a minute, remember to make two gourds and bring them back. Boss, how is business?"

Feng Rushan took a sip of the bowl, casually picked up a chopstick of green vegetables, and chewed slowly.

The taste of the wine is indeed ok.