"San Young Master, we are here, not looking for it..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly stopped the sound, looked around alertly, and then lowered his voice carefully.

"Aren't you looking for someone? You are setting up a stall here...selling noodles, how do you find it?"

"Don't he have to eat or drink?" Ling Luoyu glanced at him indifferently: "As long as these people don't leave, they can't stop eating. Besides,... If a person puts the noodle stall at your doorstep, will you come out to see if there is something strange?"

"……yes!"

"Will it be a knot? It's better for us to wait here than to find a needle in a haystack?"

“…It seems to be a little…reasonable…”

Feng Chenglin thrust his mouth and started working in a frustration.

In front of Ling Luoyu, he is always a weak person.

The two of them struggled for a long time and finally made everything work when the sun set.

Feng Chenglin started the stove, Ling Luoyu rolled up his sleeves and cut the noodles into pieces.

On a cool and breeze night, the taste of a bowl of hot noodle soup makes people feel warm.

"call!"

The tent was lifted up, and two rough men stood at the door in a rather embarrassing manner.

"There are really people setting up stalls here..."

"Two, what do you want?"

Ling Luoyu met with both hands, smiling.

"We have nothing else in this small noodle restaurant. There is plenty of wine, sauce and meat, and there is enough noodles..."

"I'm starving to death. First, just put some sauce meat, two bowls of noodles, and then cook some braised knife wine. The more intense the better..."

One person sat down, took off the sword from his waist, and threw it on the table.

"This place is so weird. The more night, the colder it becomes..."

"Yes, my hands and feet were frozen last night, and it was useless to drink much wine! We have walked so many places, but we are not so evil and cold..."

The two whispered, grabbed the wine from Ling Luoyu and took a few sips of it, as if they had driven away the chills on their bodies.

“Comfortable!”

"It feels so hot... it's so cool!"

Ling Luoyu brought two bowls of hot noodle noodles. Just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly grabbed by someone.

"There is nothing in your face, right?" The person who spoke, his little triangular eyes glared at her with a pair of gloomy eyes.

Another little goatee raised his head immediately, and his drinking action suddenly stopped. He put down the wine bowl alertly and looked at Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin.

Ling Luoyu was grabbed with his wrist and supported himself on the corner of the table, and smiled: "Two, I'm seeking money, not seeking death... If I drugged the noodles and poisoned you, who else would have eaten with me later?"

She smiled and pinched a piece of noodles, sucked it into her mouth, and then pinched a piece of sauce meat, which made her taste sweet.

"Two, if you were me, would you drug me?"

Little Triangle Eyes and Goatbeard looked at each other, and suddenly let go and let her go.

"You know what you are tactful... Anyone on this mountain can kill you..."

"That's for sure, so how dare I tamper with it?"

"How did you two think of opening a noodle restaurant in this deserted mountain ridge?"

The goatee's eyes stared at the wind forest and chewed the sauce meat.

"Don't you know where this place is?"

"It's because I know that I know that this is an opportunity to make a fortune..."

Ling Luoyu smiled and poured wine for the two of them.

"Because I know that old men like you must be rich masters. As long as you serve them well, it will be a fortune..."
Chapter completed!