"San Young Master, let's come here, not looking for..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly stopped her voice, glanced at her surroundings vigilantly, and then carefully lowered her voice.

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

"He doesn't need to eat or drink?" Ling Luoyu squinted at him indifferently: "As long as these people don't leave, he can't stop eating. Besides, if you are alone, you put the noodle stall at your door. Will you come out and see, is there something strange?"

"Yes!"

"Then it's over? Let's just wait here, it's better to go in for a needle in a haystack, right?"

"...It seems a little...reasonable..."

Feng Chenglin twitched his mouth and began to work aggrieved.

In front of Ling Luoyu, he was always weak.

The two tossed for most of the day, and finally they worked everything together when the sun went down.

Feng Chenglin started to cook, Ling Luoyu rolled up Lao Gao, cut noodles and cooked noodles.

In the cool breezy night, the taste of a bowl of hot noodle soup makes people feel warm.

"call!"

The tent was opened, and two rough men stood at the door quite embarrassed.

"There are really people setting up a stall here..."

"Two, what do you want?"

Ling Luoyu greeted him with both hands, smiling.

"Our little noodle shop, nothing else, there is plenty of meat and sauce, enough noodles..."

"I'm starving to death. Let's first order the whole sauce, two bowls of noodles, and then make some burning knife wine. The stronger the better..."

One person sat down, took off the saber around his waist, and fell on the table here.

"This place is so evil. The more night it gets, the colder it gets..."

"Yeah, my hands and feet were cold last night, so much alcohol is useless! We have walked so many places, but it's not so wicked and cold..."

The two of them whispered, grabbing a few sips of wine sent by Ling Luoyu, and seemed to drive away the chill from their bodies.

"Comfortable!"

"It feels hot...good!"

Ling Luoyu served two bowls of hot noodle soup and was about to leave when one person suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"In your side... there is nothing?" The speaker, a pair of small triangular eyes squinted at her.

The other little goatee immediately raised his head, and the action of drinking was sudden. He put down the wine bowl vigilantly and looked at Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin.

Ling Luoyu was grabbed by his wrist and held it at the corner of the table. He hehe smiled: "Two people, I'm asking for money, not for life... If I poison you by poisoning my face, then someone will eat with me in the back. ?"

She grinned and squeezed a piece of noodles, sucked it into her mouth, and squeezed a piece of sauced meat, which was delicious.

"Two, if you were me, would you prescribe medicine?"

Little triangular eyes and goatee looked at each other, suddenly let go, letting go of her.

"For your knowledge...Anyone on this mountain can kill you..."

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

"How do you two remember to open a noodle restaurant in this barren mountainous area?"

The goatee's eyes stared at the wind into the forest, chewing the sauce.

"Don't you know where this is?"

"Because I know, I know that this is an opportunity to make a fortune..."

Ling Luoyu smiled and poured wine for the two.

"Because I know that uncles like you are definitely rich masters, as long as they serve well, it will be a windfall..."