Although the houses on both sides of the alley are different, they all have a strange feeling that they are similar in shape but not in spirit. In addition, there are various plaques, some with ancient small characters, some with Dagan characters, and foreign ethnic groups from various southwest prefectures. The words on the plaque, and even worse, there are no words at all. There are only zigzag signs and patterns painted on the plaque with unknown meanings. It is really difficult for someone who is not a person of this art to distinguish them.
Things have turned around, and we still have to go back to the method of asking people.
"Old man, let me ask, is there an old Tan's shop here?" Li Luo cupped his fists and saluted, and asked an old man selling noodles in the corner beside the road.
The old man didn't even raise his head and replied feebly: "The old man only sells noodles..."
Li Luo was startled, stunned, and turned to look at Gu Lianglei. Gu Lianglei smiled slightly and said, "Then let's eat noodles."
"Okay." As soon as Gu Lianglei finished speaking, before Li Luo could speak, the sleepy old man suddenly became energetic and threw the noodles on the table into the soup pot with lightning speed. , and then stirred up leisurely under Li Luo's surprised eyes.
"You guys, we haven't said whether you want to eat or not." Fengli scolded with dissatisfaction.
"My eyes are dim, but my ears are still sharp. Didn't the lady next to you just now say that she wanted to eat noodles?"
"Then we didn't say we wanted to eat at your place. There are more stalls in this alley than yours, so we have to find another one."
"That's not okay. If you say anything in the old man's territory, you have to eat it at the old man's noodle stall. This is the rule." The old man taught him an old man's lesson.
"What kind of rules! I think it's a rule about forced buying and selling. I won't eat. Let's see what you can do to us. Sister, let's go."
Feng Li was about to leave, but the old man was calm and stirred the noodles in the soup pot slowly with a ladle. He said sadly: "It's okay if you don't want to eat it. The old man will feed it to the dog later, but the noodles are all out of the pot. If you don’t eat, you’ll have to pay the money before leaving, otherwise..."
"What else!?" Fengli crossed his arms, looking like he was about to quarrel.
The old man chuckled, with a lustful and evil light in his dim yellow eyes. He lowered his head and said with a slightly trembling voice: "Otherwise, you can give it a try."
"Just try it, I'll see what you dare to do to us!" Fengli stared at the old man unconvinced.
The old man stirred the noodles in the pot without even looking at Fengli. The water boiled, mixed with a bit of oily smell, and it smelled surprisingly good. Even if delicacies from the mountains and sea were used as seasonings, they couldn't taste the same as the white water in this pot.
Feng Li was stunned and said in surprise: "It smells so good."
The old man chuckled, missing a few of his front teeth, and watched as a stick of saliva fell into the pot just half a centimeter away, making Li Luo and the others sick for a while.
"How much is a bowl of this noodles?" Li Luo asked calmly.
The old man raised a finger. Li Luo glanced at it and said, "One or two?"
The old man shook his head, and Li Luo asked again: "Twelve?"
The old man grinned silently and shook his head. Li Luo frowned and said, "Is it possible that you want a hundred taels?"
"My guest seems to be a rich man. I haven't cooked a bowl of noodles worth one hundred taels of silver yet."
"Then what do you mean by extending your finger?" Fengli shouted coldly.
"A finger is just a finger, nothing else."
Li Luo glanced at the soup pot and asked calmly: "You mean one bowl of noodles and one finger, right?"
"Smart." The old man smiled, stirred the bottom of the pot with the big ladle in his hand, stretched the ladle in front of Li Luo's eyes, and said, "One finger and a bowl of noodles. You are an innocent child. Let's take a look.
"
By the light of the lamp, Li Luo could clearly see the ingredients in the gourd, which were all fingers. Feng Li's expression changed and he almost spit it out. Gu Liang Lei frowned slightly and sighed softly.
The aroma around the stall suddenly became stronger, but it smelled particularly nauseating at this time.
Li Luo looked at the old man behind the noodle stall, remained silent for a few breaths, and said coldly: "Then I'll help you serve three bowls of noodles."
"Second Young Master..."
Gu Lianglei gently patted Fengli's shoulder and said softly: "Sit down." After that, Gu Lianglei gently pulled up a small chair and sat down as if there was no one else around.
Feng Li curled his lips and reluctantly sat next to Gu Lianglei. The old man put three bowls of noodles on the table with a smile, wiped his hands, and said earnestly: "My guest, eat while it's hot, before it's cold.
It doesn’t taste good.”
Li Luo picked up the chopsticks, picked at the noodles in the bowl, picked up a finger from it, shook it gently, and the meat fell into pieces, revealing a few bones, which were no different from human fingers.
"After eating noodles, can you tell us if there is an old Tan's restaurant here?"
"The little old man only sells noodles."
"That's it." Li Luo smiled faintly, put down his chopsticks, looked at the old man calmly, and asked, "How long has this noodle been sold?"
"It's been a long time. I can't even remember how long it was." The old man rubbed his eyes and sat back timidly.
Fengli muttered at the side: "You don't really want to eat it, do you?"
Li Luo smiled and said: "Although the face is unique, it's just too disgusting. Let's pay."
"Don't want to eat?" The old man opened his eyes and asked regretfully, "Is it not to your taste?"
"It's not just unpalatable, it's simply off-putting."
"Tsk, tsk, the guest officer is too naughty. It's such a waste of natural resources. It's a pity, it's such a pity." The old man looked regretful, shook his head repeatedly, and almost pointed at Li Luo's nose and said that he was ignorant.
Li Luo's expression remained unchanged, he knocked on the table lightly, looked at the old man in front of him playfully, and asked calmly: "My husband only uses his fingers to cook noodles. Have you ever tried using heart and lung ingredients? Maybe it will have a different taste."
"Oh, I really haven't tried this. What does it taste like?"
"The taste of wolf heart and dog lung."
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and praised repeatedly: "You are knowledgeable. I will try to cook noodles with wolf heart and dog lung tonight. But where can I find wolf heart and dog lung?"
"No need to look for it, it's right in front of you."
"Where is it? Why didn't the little old man see it?"
Li Luo pointed at the old man's body and said calmly: "Here we have both the heart of a wolf and the lungs of a dog."
The old man was stunned and asked in a lowered voice: "Do you mean to ask me to cut myself open and use my heart and lungs as a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs?"
"It should be so."
"That can't be done. If I take away the little old man's heart and lungs, I won't be able to survive." The old man shouted exaggeratedly, waved his hands repeatedly, and said mysteriously, "Why don't we try another way."
"How to change?"
"It's your guest's. Don't worry. I will cook it carefully and make a pot of more fragrant noodles. I can't live up to your guest's kindness." The old man shouted matter-of-factly.
"Okay, it's up to you."
Fengli bared his teeth, and the second young master was not only stunned, but almost crazy.