Putting the noodles down, Uncle Zheng rubbed his hands, "Although I have a one-bowl rule here, you are Yue'er's friends. It's okay to fill up the soup and add a few handfuls of noodles to you."
"Weird..." Ji Siwen said, but was hit by Yun Qingyan and stopped talking.
"Thank you, boss." Yun Qingyan took the noodle bowl and smiled politely.
Maintain sincere respect for the two reclusive masters. Most Yuan people pursue immortality and strength, and use their strength to fight for power and power for themselves and live a superior life.
There are too few people with great abilities like Uncle Zheng who are willing to remain anonymous as noodle shop owners. And isn’t this a rare way of life
"You guys are the same age as Xiao Yue'er, just call me Uncle Zheng." Uncle Zheng smiled happily and said, "Eat the noodles while they are hot, otherwise they won't taste good after a while. I'll give you the other bowls. Serve it up.”
After waiting for everyone to meet, everyone started moving together!
The noodle soup looks very simple, with clear soup, thin noodles, and three pieces of chicken, but the aroma is extremely tempting!
As soon as he moved his chopsticks, Yun Qingyan and the others knew what Ai Yue said was so delicious that he could swallow his tongue!
The chicken is fat but not greasy, tender but not greasy, not greasy at all, silky and refreshing, and the delicious soup flavor has completely penetrated into the noodles.
Everyone fell into a very tangled mentality. They wanted to take a big gulp and eat happily, but they thought of the rule of limiting one bowl per day and did not dare to eat a big gulp, fearing that it would be gone in two or three mouthfuls.
Yun Qingyan took out a small bowl and served it to Xiao Xuan. When he was about to enjoy the food, a gentle and magnetic voice came over. The voice was as pure as the snow lotus on the mountain. It was not freezing, but it had a clear and pure quality that could not be ignored. .
"The seats outside are full, can we sit here?"
The gentle and magnetic voice was like a ray of warm sunshine shining into the heart, making everyone who was addicted to food couldn't help but raise their heads and look over.
The person who spoke was a young man wearing half a white mask. The mask was like jade, with a holy lotus pattern tattooed on it.
The face on the left side is as delicate as frost, and the facial features are as delicate as sculptures. A pair of gentle warm brown eyes seem to be filled with holy light, driving away all the haze. A head of soft black hair is draped behind her back, gently tied with a white belt, elegant Nobility.
When Yun Qingyan saw this person for the first time, he almost immediately thought of the golden-eyed boy he met in the forest many years ago.
The two people's deceptive and holy auras were exactly the same, but after seeing the color of each other's eyes and hair clearly, Yun Qingyan gave up the idea.
“You can sit wherever you like.
This chair originally belongs to the store, so you don’t need to ask our opinion. "
It turned out to be a shared table.
Yun Qingyan looked away after seeing the other person's appearance clearly.
"Thank you." The young man in white sat down, and beside him, the young man with fiery red hair also sat down.
Sitting on the bench, the red-haired young man was fidgeting like a teenager with ADHD. He had obviously never eaten in a place like this, and his whole body exuded an aura of resistance.
The young man in white, on the other hand, sat upright and elegant, with an elegant and holy aura about him, as if he was not sitting in a simple noodle shop in an alley where it was difficult to find a seat, but at a magnificent banquet.
The young man in white glanced at Yun Qingyan with his radiant eyes as if unintentionally, and said to Uncle Zheng, "Boss, please bring me two bowls of the special mushroom chicken noodles."
Sixth update completed~
(End of chapter)