"Such a big portion?"

Fang Yu raised his eyebrows and said.

"The guests who come to our house for noodles all say that our house is affordable!" the boy laughed.

"Then why is your business so bad?" Fang Yu picked up the chopsticks and said while eating noodles.

The boy watched Fang Yu eating noodles, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and at the same time he replied: "Our family's business is usually very good, but there are fewer people today. Maybe it's because it's not a holiday..."

"Oh, but the taste of this noodle is actually quite average. If I make it myself, it might be better than this." Fang Yu said.

"Oh? Brother, does he also know how to cook?" The boy looked at Fang Yu. A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Not only do I understand, I am also a master." Fang Yu said.

"That's really awesome." The boy said, turned around and said, "I'll get you a glass of water."

After the boy turned around, a strange smile appeared on his face.

He walked into the kitchen.

There was a man lying on the kitchen floor.

The man was obviously dead, his body was stiff, his expression was horrified, and there was no trace of blood on his skin.

But there were no wounds on his body, and not a drop of blood flowed out.

After entering the kitchen, the boy's eyes became extremely cold.

He picked up a cup and poured water into it.

After filling a glass of water, he shook his right hand slightly above the glass.

Some black powder was sprinkled into the cup.

But the water in the cup is still transparent, and nothing strange can be seen.

"First eat noodles with Pohunsan added, and then drink a glass of water with Qiandu powder... Even gods can't save you."

With a dark gleam in his eyes, the boy took the glass of water and walked out of the kitchen.

When he walked to Fang Yu's side, his expression became innocent again.

"Brother, drink some water." The boy smiled.

At this time, three more customers walked into the store.

"Boss, three bowls of mixed noodles!"

These three people were obviously regular customers, and they shouted as soon as they walked in.

But no one responded.

"Boss!" a customer shouted again.

Still no one responded.

"Isn't the boss here?" the three guests asked in confusion.

"What do you want to eat? My dad has been ill recently. He has a sore throat and can't speak..." The boy raised his head and asked with a smile.

"Huh? Are you his son?" a guest said in shock.

"Isn't Boss Wang unmarried? How could he have such an old son?" another customer asked doubtfully.

"Is it an illegitimate child?" the third guest laughed.

By this time, the smile on the boy's face had disappeared, replaced by a fierce expression.

"Oh, I'm so full. This noodle is too big and it's hard to eat."

Fang Yu on the side muttered, then picked up the water glass and took a big sip.

Broken Soul Powder should be working...

A strange smile appeared on the boy's face, and he turned around to check on Fang Yu's condition.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw a fist in front of him!

"boom!"
Chapter completed!