He hasn't eaten yet. After a day and a half of intense traveling, even if he is a monk, his body can't bear it at this time.

I found a relatively remote inn and walked in.

This time he didn't want to be disturbed again, by two such disgusting people.

This inn may be in a relatively remote location, so there aren't even any guests inside.

There wasn't even a waiter in the store, there was only one shopkeeper sitting on the counter, dozing off with his head on his hands.

It seems that he doesn't care if there are any customers, or in other words, there are no customers at all, so the shopkeeper is used to it.

That being the case, I don't know why the shopkeeper would open such an inn. It's basically a money-losing business.

However, Wei Xiang didn't care about this and took the horse and walked in.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves trampling on the ground, the dozing shopkeeper opened his eyes.

Then I saw a tall gentleman in black leading an equally tall horse.

However, the shopkeeper did not go out to greet the customer who had finally arrived. He was still standing at the counter, waiting for Wei Xiang to walk over.

Wei Xiang didn't care. Anyway, as long as he had a room to live in, it had nothing to do with him as to what the people inside were like.

Tie the horse outside and stroll in by yourself.

"Sir, I want an ordinary guest room."

He walked to the counter and said to the shopkeeper who seemed to have just woken up and had a lazy look in his eyes.

Taking a closer look, I didn't expect that the appearance of this shopkeeper was better than those of ordinary innkeepers.

The shopkeeper's appearance is almost as good as that of Wei Xiang, but he is a little inferior in height.

He looked like a weak scholar. If Si Mubai stood next to him, not to mention his appearance, even his figure could beat him.

But Wei Xiang didn't care about this. He took out a tael of silver from his pocket and handed it to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper reached out and took the silver he handed over, yawned and said in a casual tone.

"You can choose any room upstairs."

Anyway, with just a guest like him, the room is already empty, and there will be no guests coming later.

Wei Xiang nodded and then asked: "Do you have anything to eat here?"

"Yes, whatever you want to eat, I will cook it for you later."

"casual."

After throwing down two words and a tael of silver, Wei Xiang went upstairs.

As soon as I walked up the stairs, as if I thought of something, I turned around again and said to the shopkeeper.

"My horse, please give him some feed."

The shopkeeper nodded.

Then he walked lazily outside and led the horse to the stable.

Then drag up a bag next to it and pour some weeds into it. Anyway, it will be enough to make the horses full.

As for the food Wei Xiang wants.

After feeding the horse, the slightly good-looking man from the showcase walked outside the inn again.

I ordered two bowls of clear soup noodles from a nearby stall, and they were brought away with the noodles and bowls.

The vendor at the stall didn't say anything. It seemed like he ate here often.

Wei Xiang walked upstairs and picked a room at random. He had no intention of taking advantage of the inn. Although he picked at random, he still picked a smaller room.

The shopkeeper returned to the inn with two bowls of noodles, put the noodles on the table, and shouted upstairs.

"Sir, we're down for dinner."

Wei Xiang rushed down after hearing the sound and saw that the shopkeeper had already started eating.

There is a bowl of noodles next to him, which is probably his.

But these two bowls of noodles didn't look like he cooked them himself.

Forget it, as long as you can eat it.

Wei Xiang walked over, picked up a bowl of noodles and sat across from the shopkeeper to eat.

The taste of this noodle makes it look like it was bought from a stall outside.

You shouldn't add so much seasoning if you make it yourself.

But it's enough to fill my stomach, but this bowl of noodles is a bit not quite filling.

After eating this bowl of noodles three times, I still feel like I'm not full.

The shopkeeper glanced at him, said nothing, picked up his bowl and walked out silently, buying him another bowl.

When I came to the stall, I said to the vendor.

"Uncle Lin, another bowl of noodles."

The vendor known as Uncle Lin looked up at him and then smiled.

"Hey, why did you eat so much today?"

"I come to your place to eat every day. Don't you know how much I eat? There is a guest in this inn, and he can't get enough of a bowl of noodles."

"Hey, your inn that hasn't seen a single customer in ten thousand years is now open."

"Yes, we finally have a customer today. Uncle Lin, you have to make the noodles more delicious, otherwise I will cry when this rare guest runs away because the noodles are not delicious."

The shopkeeper was standing next to the stall joking with the hawker. The hawker's hands and feet were also quick, and a bowl of clear soup noodles was quickly cooked.

"Okay, I put some more noodles for you, so you don't have to cry anymore. Take it away quickly."

The vendor handed the noodles to the shopkeeper and asked him to take the noodles away quickly.

The shopkeeper didn't show his ink, picked up the noodles and went back to the inn.

"When it comes to keeping money in your account, the old rule is to pay it at the end of the month."

The hawker waved his hand and said he understood. It seemed that the two were old partners.

As long as guests come to the inn and want to eat, the food will be served here, including the shopkeeper himself, who has been eating here for a long time.

The inn's kitchen was all dusty and unused, but the shopkeeper obviously had no intention of cooking.

In his opinion, a gentleman is far away from the kitchen, and for a grown man to cook when he has nothing to do is to insult his status as a gentleman.

When they arrived at the inn with the noodles in hand, Wei Xiang was still sitting at the table.

The shopkeeper just took his bowl and walked out without saying a word, not knowing what he was doing.

But his intuition told him that the shopkeeper was going to renew his interview.

Sure enough, after sitting at the table for a while, I saw the shopkeeper walking away carrying the bowl he had just eaten. The bowl was already filled with noodles.

The slightly good-looking shopkeeper placed the bowl full of noodles in front of Wei Xiang.

"Eat."

Wei Xiang was not polite, thanked him, and started eating.

After another big bowl of noodles, the hunger in my stomach subsided.

After finishing the noodles, Wei Xiang asked the shopkeeper again.

"Shopkeeper, do you have a miracle doctor in Yunzhong City?"

There is always nothing wrong with asking a few questions.

But who would have expected that this slightly good-looking shopkeeper curled his lips and said with disdain.

"What kind of miracle doctor is this? He's just a person seeking fame and reputation."

Wei Xiang raised his eyebrows. What the shopkeeper said was different from others.

Originally, he had just met the son of the miracle doctor and saw that he was so arrogant and even said that the city lord would argue with him. He thought that the miracle doctor should have two skills.

Otherwise, why would the city lord have to show courtesy?


Chapter completed!