The second time I took the plane was an international flight. Aunt Xue, who was going abroad for the first time, was a little excited. She leaned on the chair, which was quite comfortable, at least much more comfortable than her own metallic flying pot. Xue Cheng was thinking about when to put a row of seats for her flying pot, install the seats in when flying, and take them off when fried rice.

A little Hui in the dantian was shaking suddenly as he was happily biting Xiaobai and wandering around.

Jiang Xue sat next to Xue Cheng and drew a magazine for her mother to show.

Xue Cheng looked around with Japanese words and said, "Do you often take international flights to travel around the world?"

"Occasionally." Jiang Xue smiled brightly, turned around and sat on the seat next to her mother, instantly making the girls in the back row straight and their claws scratch their hearts, thinking about how to get the number of this handsome guy.

As for Master Yan Lanxi, he was studying Mo Nan on the seat and studying a strange technique to reduce his sense of existence.

Thinking of Mo Nan's classmate, Wu Huang in the front row quickly said, "Why didn't that hater notice this past few days?"

As soon as she mentioned, everyone quickly looked around the cabin, and recalled the time when they noticed Mo Nan last time. It seemed that after eating Xue Cheng's Linglong Music Rice Candy on the farm, no one had any impression of Mo Nan anymore.

Jiang Xue said: "Don't worry, as long as my father doesn't cancel his mission, he will definitely be nearby."

Then, the sweet voice of the flight attendant at the cabin came: "Sir, please take off your hat...ah--" The second half of the sweet voice turned into a scream of horror, and then the sweet scream turned into a sweet tremor, "You...you...please..."

Most people in the cabin looked over curiously and saw a thin man with a hat and windbreaker erected collar covering his entire face walking into the cabin. Everyone's curiosity gradually disappeared after the man sat down. After a minute, everyone had completely ignored the existence of this person.

Since I ate Linglong snacks on the farm and watched Jiang Xue break through, my sense of existence has greatly improved.

Xue Cheng smiled slightly. Other passengers may soon forget the man with hats. The flight attendant will definitely not. They will even have nightmares and dream about Mo Nan's classmate for a while in the future. Looking at his face is definitely a traitor.

The plane takes off on time.

This season, there are many people who go to the island country to travel by themselves, most of them are young, with couples traveling sweetly, brothers traveling poorly, sisters traveling happily, and lonely tours alone.

Xue Cheng used his mental power to cover the entire plane and checked all the passengers. Except for them and the two turbid cultivators, there were ordinary passengers on the plane, and there were no ordinary people. Both turbid cultivators were the lowest level of turbid cultivators.

We are very welcome to go to the island country to preach. We will not hurt you. If someone wants to hurt you at this time, we will also escort you to successfully embark on the island country.

Just kidding, Xue Cheng knew very rationally that as long as the Tuxian Sect is in this world, it will bring harm. Just like a virus, no matter where it is in the body, it will eventually harm the entire body. The country of Delta was crazy to move all polluted enterprises to developing countries. They thought that their environment was good and they could live happily, but in fact they didn't know that polluted enterprises generated a large amount of turbid air. After the people of developing countries absorbed the turbid air, they had mutations and appeared. Tumor cultivation would still harm the country.

Jiang Xue next to her smiled and said, "It takes more than two hours to go, so you can sleep for a while." While helping Xue Cheng open the blanket.

Xue Cheng: Don’t you know I don’t need to sleep anymore? But, my son cares about him and it’s not bad for a moment.

Xue Cheng rubbed the blanket on her body. Although it was not cold at all, she now tolerated the temperature and was in the range of zero or zero. She asked her to cover the blanket, of course, even if she was sweating.

But the girls in the back row obviously did not intend to make the journey so quiet. A girl in the back row stood up and might have to go to the bathroom, "accidentally" dropped a lipstick into the front row, targeting Jiang Xue.

Xue Cheng didn't even open his eyes, stretched his hand, gently clamped the lipstick with his index and middle finger, and said silently in his heart: Mother-in-law, I haven't applied lipstick yet, you dare to use lipstick to hit my husband!

"Thank you, thank you, I'm sorry!" The girl was smiling and apologizing, but she didn't know what she was in her heart.

Xue Cheng opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and returned the lipstick to the girl. The girl walked out of the seat and went to the bathroom with the lipstick.

Xue Cheng was suspicious: That girl is quite beautiful. Is it wrong for me to block peach blossoms for my son like this? After all, the ratio of men and women is seriously unbalanced now, and there are few girls. Blocking peach blossoms will become a habit. If you block your son into a ten thousand-year-old bachelor, it will be troublesome.

After reading this, Xue Cheng decided to sleep well and no longer care about young people's affairs. Being an aunt must have the consciousness of an aunt. If you always block the love of young people, you will be considered jealous and an old pervert!

Xue Cheng is now in a state of relief and falls asleep quickly if he wants to sleep.

When the girl came back from the bathroom, she saw Xue Cheng sleeping peacefully. Jiang Xue was looking through the impurities and whispered to Jiang Xue: "Hello, I'm disturbing. This sister was really good at it just now. Does she know how to do kung fu?"

"I have practiced Sanda." Jiang Xue lied casually.

The girl looked admiring: "No wonder she is so powerful. Are you siblings?"

"This is my mom."

"Ah!" The girl stuffed her mouth with a duck egg. Actually, she really wanted to say, I'm sorry, my mother-in-law, you look young!

During the more than two-hour journey, this girl named Zhu Beier successfully added a WeChat friend with Jiang Xue in the envy of many similar people.

"Jiang Xue, this online name is so poetic!" The girl happily checked Jiang Xue's circle of friends.

Jiang Xue didn't explain her real name, but she was called Jiang Xue.

After reading the circle of friends, the girl asked, "Your online name is Jiang Xue, where is your real name?"

"It's also Jiang Xue."

“Wow~~~”

When getting off the plane, the girl stuck to Jiang Xue and went out together, which made the second senior brother fat man envious of him to death.

Zhu Beier is two suitcases, one big and one small, and she is carrying a backpack.

Only carrying a backpack, Jiang Xue, who was elegant and considerate, pulled a large suitcase for her.

The group left the customs, and Zhu Beier shook his hand at the crowd who picked up the plane and shouted: "Brother!"

A young man walked out of the crowd and grabbed the girl's small suitcase and said in Japanese: "Yes, there was no delay in China's flight this time."

The girl said unhappy: "Brother, we are all Chinese, and China is very powerful now."

The man snorted coldly and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back to wash the haze on your body first."

"Wait for a moment, brother, I will introduce you to you. This is a friend I met on the plane. Jiang Xue. His name is very poetic."

The man glanced at Jiang Xue coldly and said in Japanese: "Girls are outside by themselves, don't know messy people casually. Chinese people are very unhygienic."

Jiang Xue didn't understand Japanese, but when she heard the man's tone, she knew that what he was saying was not good, so she ignored him and just pulled the big suitcase in front of Zhu Beier and said, "Goodbye to your stuff." Then Shi Shiran went to chase her mother and others.

The girl hurriedly said, "Goodbye Jiang Xue, I'll contact you again. Can we climb Mount Fuji together?"

Jiang Xue turned around and smiled, but didn't say anything.

Xue Cheng has been paying attention to the movements of the two turbid cultivators. When he saw that the person who came to pick up the plane was rich in turbid cultivator, he directly imprinted his mental power on the three of them.

Brother Zhao's friend held up a sign with Zhao Ruyi's name to pick him up. He was a young girl. Although she was just an ordinary beauty with a little beauty, she also made the fat man so happy. Finally, a girl other than her senior sister came to find her.

Xue Cheng opened his spirits and just planned to communicate with the girl, the girl spoke fluently in Chinese: "Hello, are you Mr. Zhao Ruyi and his friends?" The 400-pound fat man actually could find the target from the crowd without raising the sign. The raising the sign may be mainly to let Zhao Ruyi see her.

"I am Zhao Ruhai's younger brother Zhao Ruyi, hello!" Zhao Ruyi stretched out his fat palm excitedly.

The girl had good quality in her heart, so she actually stretched out her little hand and shook hands with Zhao Ruyi: "Hello, welcome to Tokyo for travel! I am Mr. Zhao Ruhai's friend, and my name is Song Qingyu."

Xue Cheng told Zhao Ruhai that he and others were traveling to Tokyo, so the girl naturally treated them as tourists.

Everyone greeted the girl one after another, and after introducing each other, Song Qingyu led everyone out.

"I'll help you get your luggage... Huh, where are your luggage?" Song Qingyu's warm greeting turned into surprise. It is rare for people who come to the island country to bring two suitcases without bringing them. Even if the suitcase is empty, you have to bring them over, just shop.

Shi Yongming, Zhao Ruyi, Wu Huang, Xiao Jing, Jiang Xue, each carrying a backpack. Yan Lanxi and Xue Cheng simply wore only clothes and didn't even take a handbag, which was lighter than going out for a walk.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Xue Cheng hurriedly said: "We are traveling lightly."

Song Qingyu nodded: "Understand." Mr. Zhao Ruhai's friend is naturally the top rich man in China, so he buys whatever he needs.

Everyone followed Song Qingyu out of the airport building. Song Qingyu said, "Since everyone has no luggage, can we take the subway to go there? The subway is faster than taking a taxi, and the road traffic will be more busy at this time."

Of course everyone agreed. Miss Song Qingyu gave a subway card alone, and she completed it in advance and recharged it.

Xue Cheng was very grateful to the girl for her care and asked her to give her money. He whispered: "No need, Mr. Zhao Ruhai has already called me some money in advance. Please invite me to entertain some distinguished guests."

It’s great to have a big brother, and the masters will benefit from it!

Originally, I wanted to send everyone to the hotel to put their luggage in, but everyone had no luggage. Qingyu took everyone to the hotel to check in and walked directly to their own noodle restaurant for dinner.

Song Qingyu's father is from Chinese and his mother is from an island country. Song's father came to the island country many years ago, married her and sent her mother to her, and opened a ramen restaurant. He belonged to the middle and lower class in the island country.

Zhao Ruhai has many friends in the island country and business partners. The reason why he chose this middle and lower-level friend to entertain his younger brother and friends was, on the one hand, because the girl was careful and enthusiastic, and she also had enough time to take her younger brother and others to enjoy the tour carefully. On the other hand, the girl was not involved in any aspect, nor was she involved in business dealings, which would make her younger brother and friends’ itinerary simple and happy.

Qingyu’s noodle restaurant is located in a small street, ten minutes away from the hotel. Qingyu girls are also very attentive to book this hotel. The hotel must be of good quality and not too far from your home.

Although it is only ten minutes away, as soon as you enter the small street, it seems that you will go from a bustling metropolis to a small town. The small street is less than three meters wide, mostly two-story buildings, with shops along the first floor and people living on the second floor, quiet and calm.

Song Qingyu's house is such a small house. There is a noodle restaurant on the first floor and a living room on the second floor. There is a very small yard behind it. Standing in front of the building, you can touch the wall opposite by stretching out your hand. There are many flowers and plants in the yard, which shows the owner's charm and elegance.

Although it was open at noon, Mr. Song and Mrs. Song left the guests and came out enthusiastically to greet the guests.

The business room of the noodle restaurant is not big, and there are three tables crowded with four chairs each.

The lunch that Qingyu invited them to have was of course the only one in their noodle restaurant, and the best ramen that my father gave me.

The thin ramen is slightly yellowed, and it is decorated with a few slices of seafood, coriander, green onion, and the noodle soup is clear and served with a few small ingredients. It can be added according to your personal taste. Before eating, you can drink a sip of the hot noodle soup, and the hot taste of northern ramen comes to your face.

Shi Yongming grinned and said, "I thought I wouldn't be able to eat the taste of my home when I went abroad. I didn't expect that our China is blooming all over the world and I could eat authentic northern ramen everywhere!"

The guests and customers sucked and ate noodles, and the atmosphere in the shop was warm and harmonious.

The clean glass door was pushed open from outside, and a middle-aged man, a middle-aged man laughed and walked in, singing Japanese, followed by a group of people.

The boss's family's face immediately turned dark.

Xue Cheng thought to himself, eating a bowl of noodles can happen if you mingle among ordinary people. Is this the protagonist's halo? She glanced at her team, the fake waste streaming protagonist Zhao Ruyi, the waste streaming protagonist Wu Huang, the growth-type protagonist Xiao Jing... Finally, the genius protagonist Jiang Xue: Could it be that my character is the male protagonist's mother?

She opened her spirit ears, and while eating noodles, she listened to the boss’ conversation with the visitor, and while practicing the non-existence technique beside her, she sent a voice to the master who was eating noodles: "Master, although the spirit ears can understand various languages, they do not know words. Words are a very important part of language."

Yan Lanxi sucked a noodles and said, "I think about it, how to connect the spiritual ears and the demon eyes." Wu Huang just said that the louder the noodles in the island country, the happier the owner would be.

"Thank you, Master!" It's great to have an alien master. If the demon eyes and spiritual ears can be connected to solve the problem of matching text and sound, Xue Cheng can truly communicate with people in various languages, and his mother no longer has to worry about my foreign language. Well, in fact, my mother has never been worried about her foreign language. I wonder how her mother lived with Xue Zhao in the Tuxian Sect.

After Dad Song finished talking to the middle-aged man, the two went into the kitchen to knead the dough together. The kitchen and business room were separated by glass so that the chef could watch the cooking process.

The people who followed the middle-aged man, the customer and Song Qingyu and his daughter stared at the two people in the kitchen with serious and even nervous expressions.
Chapter completed!