Zhao Sheng: "..."

No!

Why is this look a little wrong?

It seems unfriendly and a little murderous!

Why, is it wrong for him to wash chopsticks with some water?

"That...I...I want water...drink!" Zhao Sheng stumbled for a long time before Zhao Sheng jumped out the word.

"Drink water? That's OK!" Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes calmly.

Zhao Sheng: "..."

Drink water, that's OK?!

What does this mean?

Could it be that it is not possible to drink water?

"Drink water? There is...but wait and wait, I'll cook it for you!" The old man turned around and went to boil the water with a smile.

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

Ling Luoyu's reaction was a bit strange!

I seemed to have an indescribable reaction to this old man.

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

Feng Chenglin immediately understood what she meant-

She was warning him to talk less and eat more so as not to cause trouble!

but--

He couldn't help but look at the old man again.

Ordinary small noodle shop, ordinary shopkeeper, ordinary small noodle.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t seem like a dangerous place!

But why is Ling Luoyu so nervous?

"Is it possible-"

He quietly aimed at Zhao Sheng.

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

Zhao Sheng's face, biting his face, froze, stretched his neck and swallowed: "I...I don't know..."

Are you sick?

The man had no words on his face, how did he know if that man was a descendant of his ancient ancestors?

Besides, the descendants of ancient ancestors may not be people who awaken their bloodlines.

Even if it is a descendant 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 quickly shut up and put a bowl of noodles in a few seconds: "Old man, let's have another bowl..."

"Here you..."

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

"As the saying goes, original soup is used to make original food, so this noodle soup is the best... It can quench thirst and make your heart feel relaxed, so, three of you might as well drink some noodle soup first..."

"I'm sorry, old man!" Ling Luoyu wiped his mouth and stood up, and quietly pushed his face to Feng Chenglin: "You eat first, I'll go and make some more convenient..."

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

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

How can a girl express her purpose so clearly?

After a glance, he immediately understood what she meant.

He bit off the noodles in Bali's mouth and grabbed the old man who was about to turn around with one hand.

"Old man, wait a while..."

"Is there anything wrong with me?" The old man took his hand and laughed with him.

"It's not a big deal..." Feng Chenglin looked at Ling Luoyu's back and pointed his head: "I just want to ask the old man for some advice!"

"You said!"

"To be honest, I... I'm a person who has eaten snacks in the world. Just talking about this pasta, there are thousands of kinds, but... I don't know what's going on, but no one has the same taste as yours, Zhao Sheng, do you think?"

Zhao Sheng was holding the noodle bowl, eating it was boring and absent-minded.

After hearing the Feng Chenglin Dianjiang, he was stunned for a moment, and nodded quickly and pretended to take a big bite: Yes, yes, it's delicious... it's really delicious... I've never eaten this...a special taste noodles!"

Do you go against your will or not!?

What special is this kind of face?
Chapter completed!