"My uncles, seeing you like this, are you here for the mountain? Then what... If you taste the noodles from my small stall and there is no place to eat, you will take a rest here... Don't worry, there will be enough tea and you won't have any money!"

"Create the mountain?" Feng Chenglin was stunned and looked at Dingmiao: "What is opening the mountain?"

Ding Temple picked some noodles: "If you can't open a mountain, it has nothing to do with us. Why do you ask so much?"

He didn't seem to want to mention anything about the past.

The waiter wanted to win over several customers and became much more attentive: "This is the opening of the mountain, which is the mine development time of a year, and is hosted by the Li family, the head of Lijiazhai!"

Zhou Yan frowned: "Is this mine... still necessary to choose a life?"

"Of course I need it! This mine is open for half a year and rest for half a year... Every year, a mountain opening ceremony and a mountain closing ceremony are held. You are here just in time. Tomorrow is the day to open for the mountain, which is very lively!"

"Why should I rest?" Feng Chenglin bit the noodles and was confused: "Does people need to rest, or mountains need to rest?"

"This big brother is really hilarious. Of course, the mountain is going to recuperate... This person is the most valuable person in Lijiazhai!"

When the customer came, the waiter went over to greet him with great sincerity.

Zhou Yan and Feng Chenglin looked at Ding Temple in an instant with four eyes.

That meaning is self-evident.

Dingmiao's face was dark: "We just had a meal and left, passers-by, so why should we ask so clearly?"

"But……"

"Fatty!" Ling Luoyu suppressed Feng Chenglin: "Eat, eat, let's go!"

Ding Temple is not the kind of pretentious person.

He didn't say it, it must be because this place gave him too deep memory.

This kind of depth does not have to be painful.

It can also be brilliant and happy.

In memories, the happiness of the past will also be an indescribable pain.

Feng Chenglin and Zhou Yan both lowered their heads, just looked at each other and ate noodles tacitly.

Dingmiao ate a bite of noodles, but he really didn't know the taste. He sighed and put down his chopsticks, staring at the noodles in a daze.

No one disturbed him. He ate a bowl of noodles and ordered another bowl of tea. He sat quietly and said nothing. The three of them had six eyes and looked at the Ding Temple with their six eyes.

When I was in the temple, I felt like I was unconscious, only looking at the noodles and not eating them.

After greeting other guests, the waiter came over.

When he saw Dingmiao's appearance, he frowned: "Celebrity, is it not my face to your taste? Otherwise, I will give you another bowl?"

"No, I can't eat..."

Dingmiao pushed open his face wiltedly, and then he realized that the other three were all looking at him.

His spine stiffened and he sat up straight: "You... have all finished eating?"

The three nodded and did not speak.

"Then...you don't call me?"

All three raised their eyebrows and looked different.

Dingmiao suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his words: "No, I mean, if you finish eating, we will rush to go..."

"We've finished eating, aren't you?" Feng Chenglinnu's lips: "We don't dare to disturb you because you're studying this bowl of noodles. What's going on? Has the research been completed? Can we leave?"

"Let's go, of course..." Dingmiao stood up, took a step, paused again, and turned his head embarrassedly: "Well, wait for me for a while, and I'm a little hungry when I eat a bowl of noodles."

“…”

The three of them sat down again and quietly admired the noodles eaten by Ding Temple.
Chapter completed!