Zhao Sheng: "..."

its not right!

Why is this look a bit wrong?

It seems unfriendly and a bit murderous!

Why, he wants to wash his chopsticks with some water, is it wrong?

"That...I...I want water...to drink!" After a long time screaming, Zhao Sheng jumped out the word.

"Drink water? That's fine!" Ling Luoyu looked down calmly.

Zhao Sheng: "..."

Drink water, what about it? !

What does this mean?

Isn't it the water to drink?

"Drink water? Yes... but wait for it to burn, wait, I'll burn it for a few of you!" The old man turned to boil the water with a smile.

Feng Chenglin bit his face and watched his back leave: "San Shao, you are..."

Ling Luoyu's reaction is a bit strange!

To this old man, there seemed to be an unspeakable reaction.

Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes: "Eat! Just remember that your mouth is for eating!"

Feng Chenglin suddenly understood what she meant--

She was warning him, talk less and eat more, so as not to get into trouble!

but--

He couldn't help looking at the old man again.

An ordinary noodle restaurant, an ordinary shopkeeper, and an ordinary noodle.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem to be a dangerous place!

But how could Ling Luoyu be so nervous?

"Is it possible--"

He quietly aimed at Zhao Sheng.

"Hey, is he a descendant of ancient ancestors?"

Zhao Sheng's face stiffened while biting his face, and he swallowed his neck, "I...I don't know..."

Are you sick?

There was no writing on the man's face. How did he know if he was a descendant of an ancient ancestor?

Besides, the descendants of ancient ancestors are not necessarily all awakened blood.

Even the descendants of ancient ancestors, there is no need to be so cautious!

"Bang Bang Bang"

Ling Luoyu knocked on the bowl with chopsticks: "Eat!"

Feng Chenglin shut his mouth quickly and baldly entered a bowl of noodles: "Old man, another bowl..."

"coming"

The old man responded loudly and brought out three bowls of noodles and three bowls of soup.

"As the saying goes, the original soup becomes the original food, so this noodle soup is the best...It can quench your thirst and relax your heart. So, three of you might as well drink some noodle soup first..."

"Old man Youlao!" Ling Luoyu wiped his mouth and got up, and calmly pushed the noodles to Feng Chenglin: "You eat first, I'll go and make it easier..."

Feng Chenglin bit his noodles and slowly raised his head: "..."

It is definitely not Ling Luoyu's style to put the word "convenience" on his lips.

How can a girl's family express their purpose so clearly! ?

After a glance, he suddenly understood what she meant.

Biting off the noodles in his mouth, he grabbed the old man who was about to turn around with one hand.

"Old man, wait a while..."

"Master, something?" The old man copied his hands and laughed.

"It's not a big deal..." Feng Chenglin aimed at Ling Luoyu's back, and gestured from side to side: "I just want to ask the old man about something!"

"Master, say it!"

"Seriously, I... can be regarded as a person who has eaten snacks in the world. Just talk about this pasta, there are really thousands of kinds, but... I don't know how it is, but no one has the taste of yours. Zhao Sheng, are you right?"

Zhao Sheng was holding a bowl of noodles, eating tasteless, absent-minded.

Hearing that Feng Chenglin's commanded him, after a moment of stunnedness, he nodded and pretended to take a bite: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it is delicious... Noodles! "

Not against your heart! ?

What is special about this kind of face?