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At the end of the cold street, a bustling area suddenly appeared.

Qi Xiang was surprised to see that there were many small shops and shops in between this area, with signs densely packed, which made people dazzled.

However, due to the long time, the words on the sign have faded and even missing arms and legs, it is difficult to recognize their original appearance.

Despite this, the shops did not mean to replace the new sign because there was no need for this.

Qi Xiang looked at it and saw that most of the people entering and leaving the shops were old men and old ladies. They were either half-bad or gray-haired, walking around the streets with warm and satisfying smiles on their faces.

Stores, young people, middle-aged people, or old people, also have enthusiastic smiles and take good care of these elderly people. They are very thoughtful and in every detail.

After years of ups and downs, being able to depend on each other is a rare happiness.

Qi Xiang sighed in her heart, and then she saw the car slowly stopping.

The driver turned around, pointed to a small shop, and whispered: "Master, the breakfast there tastes the best. The boss usually needs to go there to have a bowl of noodles in the morning whenever he has time."

"Okay, I'll go and try it." Qi Xiang nodded happily and got out of the car.

A young man walked down from a luxury car, and others were inevitably surprised when they saw it. However, after everyone took a few glances, they looked back and continued to be busy with their own affairs, as if they were not surprised.

Qi Xiang likes such an atmosphere, which is full of humanity in the bustle. Unlike some commercial areas, it is lively and unavoidably full of impetuous and utilitarian atmosphere.

After walking for a while, Qi Xiang came to the small shop. He looked up and saw the sign on the door frame of the small shop. The text was already unclear and the store name could not be recognized.

Let’s look at the space in the store. The area is a bit narrow and long. A square table is placed against the wall, leaving only a small passage.

At this moment, the six or seven small tables in the store were already filled with customers.

Qi Xiang looked around and saw that most of the guests ate noodles, bowls of clear noodles.

On the table, several seasonings were also placed. Some people like to sprinkle chili on the clear noodles, some people pour soy sauce and aged vinegar, while others sprinkle chopped green onions, coriander, garlic, and heavy flavors.

Qi Xiang glanced at him and carefully avoided the customers in the store and walked slowly to the kitchen window.

The inner kitchen and the shop space are separated by a thin layer of glass. The glass is very old, but it is wiped very clean. It is like the pots and pans in the inner kitchen, and the old ones are faintly patina-like.

An old man in his sixties, with a face that looked like dough and smiled very kindly, sat in the kitchen. Seeing a customer coming, he immediately stood up and greeted, "Brother, what do you want to eat?"

Qi Xiang looked around and found no menu item, so she had to vaguely say: "... Let's have a bowl of noodles."

"Okay, sit for a while, it'll be fine." The old man said happily. After washing his hands, drying the water stains, he directly kneaded a piece of fermented white dough on the chopping board.

After kneading for a while, he pulled it gently, and the dough was stretched out. He twisted it underneath...

"The ramen is made now." Qi Xiang was curious and watched, but the old man kept pulling. In the blink of an eye, the dough turned into a state of numbness.

The twine-shaped dough is copied in the rolling hot water, then put it in a bowl, and then injected into clear broth. A bowl of steaming ramen is successfully completed.

Qi Xiang paid first, then looked around with the ramen in her hand. Seeing that there was an empty small square table at the door of the store, she hurriedly walked over and sat down with the noodles.

Qi Xiang took the chopsticks and looked down at them. The soup and white noodles were clear and there was no meat, and only a piece of green vegetables floated on the noodles. Such noodles should be called clean flour in the south. In the north, they were plain noodles.

"Can it taste delicious?"

When Qi Xiang smelled the nose, she felt a little fragrant in the heat, which seemed to be good. After thinking for a while, he simply raised his chopsticks, picked up a piece of noodles as thin as paper and as thin as hair, and slowly delivered it to his mouth.

"Swish!"

Qi Xiang sucked a little, and the smooth noodles fell directly into his mouth. At this moment, he still chewed, and a fresh noodles that could not be described melted directly on his tongue.

Fresh, fragrant, moist, chewy and has a good taste.

Qi Xiang sighed that not only the noodle soup is fresh and delicious, but the key is that the dough itself also has a strong noodle fragrance, which is a very pure grain taste. Moreover, the noodles are like shredded, but not soft at all, but are full of elasticity.

I bit it down with one bite, but the face was still moving.

That taste is so great.

Qi Xiang wanted to continue to have a second mouthful, but suddenly his eyes darkened, as if someone blocked the sunlight in front of him. He was stunned, looked up and was stunned.

A young man with a non-mainstream hairstyle and a silver hair stood beside him, looking squeaked, and asked, "Don't you mind playing a table?"

"...whatever." Qi Xiang shrank his arm and began to taste the delicious food.

The young man in silver hair sat down, looked around and suddenly spoke, and said seriously: "You are in trouble..."

"What?"

Qi Xiang didn't hear it clearly, and raised her head again, a little confused.

"You're in big trouble!"

The young man with silver hair hugged his hands, crossed his legs, and said coolly: "Yin Tang is black and his eyes are dull. He must have encountered something unclean."

"...Haha." Qi Xiang smiled and continued to lower her head to eat noodles.

"Hmph, if you don't listen to good people, you will suffer a loss before you."

The young man with silver hair smiled coldly: "I don't pay attention to it now, it will be too late to wait until something really goes wrong."

Qi Xiang ignored it and continued to eat his own clear noodles.

At the same time, the old man in the store also brought out the soup noodle soup ordered by Yinmao Youth, but his bowl of noodles was not only larger, but also more than twice as much as other customers.

One of them was placed on the table on the sea bowl. Qi Xiang glanced at him and saw that the silk in the bowl was pulled thinner, the soup was clearer, and the aroma was also very strong, dissipating with the rising heat.

When the silver-haired young man saw it, he frowned and said, "I can't finish it."

"It's okay, I can't finish it, just leave it." The old man's kind smile vaguely had two respects: "Master Yu, you work hard all day long, you have to eat more."

"Okay. I understand." The young man in silver waved, "Don't be too busy, just go ahead and go."

"Okay, okay, then you can eat slowly." The old man said happily and slowly returned to the store.

At this time, the young man with silver hair pulled a pair of chopsticks, then placed it horizontally at the mouth of the bowl, then stretched his right hand and a pendant dropped between his fingers. It was a jade pendant with a blue surface, full of ancient charm.

Qi Xiang glanced at him and saw that the shape of the jade pendant looked like a hook, a bent semicircle, similar to a dragon-shaped state. It was not large in size, like a ring or a buckle, small and exquisite.

"Woo!"

Suddenly, Qi Xiang's eyes stagnated and he heard an inaudible sound in his ears. Then he saw the light of the jade pendant flashing, as if there was an invisible energy spreading, covering, and purifying...

The process was fleeting, and the young man with silver hair put away his jade pendant and picked up chopsticks and ate the noodles in big mouthfuls.

Qi Xiang pondered for a while and asked, "Are you a Feng Shui master?"

"...Huh?" The young man with silver hair looked up with a bite, looking dull, making people laugh.

Qi Xiang couldn't help laughing and asked again: "Are you a Feng Shui master?"

"Puchi!"

The silver-haired young man swallowed the noodles in one mouthful, chewed them into his stomach in a few seconds, sucked a tissue to wipe his mouth, and then he slowly said: "Wrong, I'm not a Feng Shui master. I'm... a witch!"

"Ha?" Qi Xiang thought he had heard it a little bit: "What?"

"Witch!" said proudly: "The witch who can reach the sky above, the witch who can penetrate the earth below, and the middle can see through the underworld."

"Witch?" Qi Xiang looked at the Yinmao Youth with a strange look. She was very suspicious if he was a middle-aged young man or a patient who ran out of a mental hospital.

Such eyes made the Yinmao Young Man very angry and said, "Ignorance mortal... Ignorance if I don't believe it."

"cough!"

Qi Xiang confirmed and asked, "Is the witch you mentioned a race that is transformed by Pangu's physical body and blood, and is dominated by the vast land? It is said that as long as you gather the number of the twelve witch ancestors, you can synthesize the twelve heavenly evil formations, and then summon Pangu's true body to destroy the world?"

"roll!"

The young man with silver hair was stunned, then became angry and glared: "Don't use the messy novels on the Internet to insult my dragon-harming lineage..."

"The Dragon Royale?" Qi Xiang was a little curious: "Isn't it a witch?"

“Ignorance.”

The young man in the silver-haired man said disdainfully: "Witch is a profession, do you understand? And my Dragon-Huilong lineage is the surname Kong Jia, the Emperor of the Xia Dynasty, who personally enfeoffed the title of Yulong clan!"

"Yulong?"

Qi Xiang thought something and picked up her phone and searched it. She really found the detailed information.

"That's called Liu Lei?" Qi Xiang said curiously while flipping through the information: "Hold the dragon to death, make it into broth, and offer it to the one that King Kong Jia of Xia?"

"Hmph!" The silver-haired young man held his head proudly, looking unattainable.

"Just crocodile meat is not necessarily very delicious." Qi Xiang commented casually: "It's cooked, so why are you so scared that you can escape and live in seclusion?"

The young man in the silver hair refuted angrily: "What crocodile? He raises a dragon, a real dragon..."

"Yes, Zhu Po Long is also a dragon." Qi Xiang smiled and said, "It seems that during Shun, someone knew how to raise it, and he was also named Huanlong clan. Then, during the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, there were records of kings and princes digging the Huanlong pond to raise dragons."

"Crocodile is very fierce, and modern people are afraid of it, let alone the ancients thousands of years ago. With the conditions at that time, it is a rare skill to be able to successfully tame it."

Qi Xiang sincerely exclaimed: "What's even more amazing is that it is the ability to domesticate crocodiles and pull the cart for King Xia obediently. This is a very clever technical skill."

"...Hmph, I won't talk to you anymore if I don't talk too much."

The young man in the silver hair was very upset, and slapped the chopsticks on the table with his back hand, then stood up and threw down a business card, Leng Ao said: "If you are in big trouble, if you don't want to die, bring enough money to come to me..."
Chapter completed!