The two looked at each other and looked at Dingmiao in a tacit understanding, with sympathy in their eyes.

"Dingmiao, we really can't help you..."

"You can figure it out..."

The grass and mud horses in the temple are full of hearts, and the grass that tramples on will not grow, and will not be loved.

"No... you are... this is a pit for me..."

He wanted to talk about himself, but the shop owner walked over with a stiff smile: "How many, what do you mean? This meal...Which one of you pays?"

Before Dingmiao had time to say, Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin on the opposite side had already raised their chopsticks and hands in a tacit understanding.

"he!"

Dingmiao: "..."

The shop owner was not polite, and raised his small abacus, making a straight "crack".

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin looked at each other, and withdrew back in a tacit understanding.

In the ear, Dingmiao's voice of vainness came: "Boss, I don't have that much money..."

"Not so much?!"

The voice of the shop owner was an octave higher in an instant.

"Co-author, the three of you came here to eat Bawang's meal, right!? You don't even ask, what does Lao Tzu do..."

"The shopkeeper, I don't like to listen to you!"

Feng Chenglin bit the chicken leg and spit out the chicken bones without delay.

"How do we tell the three of us to eat Bawang Meal?! We have already paid for your food... He is the one who eats Bawang Meal!"

Dingmiao: "..."

This guy is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, right? ?

At this time, not to mention helping out, but even adding fuel to the fire!

The shop owner is very hot: "Don't interrupt me, you three are in a group, don't think I don't know!"

"You know what a shit!"

Feng Chenglin's unceremonious voice returned.

"This young man is handsome and charming, suave, is he the kind of person who eats overlord meals!?"

Everyone: "..."

Does it seem to have nothing to do with being handsome and handsome? !

Look at the three people's clothes, rough clothes and old trousers, and they are still living in the dust.

Such a person, if he doesn't eat Bawang's meal, can he still have money to pay the bill! ?

The shop owner said the same, and sneered at the moment: "You don't eat the king's meal? That's fine, let's settle the meal!"

He stretched out his hand and shook it at Feng Chenglin and Ling Luoyu.

"You two, who pays the bill?!"

Ling Luoyu ate the dishes on the plate without any haste: "The shopkeeper, you are in a hurry to go to the doctor! Knowing that it doesn't matter to the two of us, but to drag us into the water, it just feels that the three of us Sharing the cost of this meal is better than squeezing oil and water from one person..."

Smiling and staring, her chopsticks point towards Dingmiao.

"I advise you to target him! His identity..."

She prolonged the ending sound, shocked Dingmiao's pupils shrinking.

Who knew that Ling Luoyu smiled badly, blinked his left eye, playfully: "His identity is destined to be rich, but he just doesn't want to give it to you... Otherwise, how can he dare to order such a large table of food?! Really? Are you boring to live?!"

The shop owner suddenly looked at Dingmiao and looked him up and down several times, but he couldn't see where he was rich.

Ling Luoyu's laughter followed: "It's just this money, you have to find a way to get it out..."

"How to pick?"

Not only the shop owner became curious, but even Dingmiao was at a loss

What is she going to play? !

"How to pick? It depends on your methods!"

Ling Luoyu bit his trousers, thinking seriously, her eyebrows frowned.

"For example..."