Fang Geyu casually threw the purse into his arms and said softly: "Isn't this quite rich? I already have the priceless luminous pearls, so what pocket money do I need?"
Baili'an said I didn't ask for pocket money, didn't you want to give it to me yourself?
He held his purse and was confused by her sudden temper.
"Fang Geyu, are you angry?"
Fang Geyu smiled coolly: "Such a trivial matter is worthy of my anger."
Balian shut his mouth honestly.
Seeing that he didn't continue to ask for pocket money, Fang Geyu's beautiful eyes were half raised and half closed, as if looking at flowers in the mist of snowy dusk, with no expression of emotion or anger, and suddenly said: "I don't want to eat soup dumplings."
Cheap stuff like swallowing noodles.”
Balian didn't know that she was having a temper and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
She lazily opened her eyes and popped out two words: "Eat spicy food."
"Eating spicy food?" Balian's eyes widened: "Eating spicy food so early in the morning?"
Fang Geyu raised his long eyelashes and looked at him with a look of disgust: "What? Isn't it possible?"
Before Balian could say whether it was possible, Miss Fang turned around and walked towards the small town to the east.
Balian had no choice but to hold an umbrella and follow.
He clearly remembered that the eldest lady was not very good at eating spicy food.
After turning a few corners, the two came to a noodle shop. In front of the shop, a simple wooden plaque hung the words "Bashu Small Noodles" in black paint.
Facing some people in the distance, smelling the spicy oil wafting from the old noodle shop, they sneezed repeatedly and choked.
This Bashu noodle shop is famous for its authenticity.
The food of Bashu is famous all over the world for its spicy food.
This small noodle shop is naturally unusual, and some passers-by in Xianling City couldn't stand the taste when they asked.
Fang Geyu is one of these people.
When she looked for a seat by the side window and sat down with a stinking look on her face, the tip of her nose was already red.
Balian couldn't smell these smells and had no reaction.
He suddenly remembered an inexplicable remark made by the mysterious black-robed man he bumped into on the corridor early this morning.
The man said that the Bashu noodles in Dongguan Town were very good and recommended him to try it.
I don’t know what the black-robed man’s intention is.
But Fang Geyu was a little naughty and wanted to eat spicy food so early in the morning. As a result, not long after leaving the inner city, he came to this small Bashu noodle shop.
Looking at the ancient furnishings in the noodle shop, it has a completely different flavor from the charm of this fairy city.
It is simple and unpretentious, with an antique window made of wooden railings. There is a string of dried red peppers hanging between the small windows reflecting the soft snow. The tablecloth and door curtain are both woven from brown plain ropes, with patterns woven on them.
The ancient totem of Suzaku and Flowing Fire.
Most people in Xianling City have bland tastes, and early in the morning is the time to nourish the stomach, so this Bashu noodle shop is deserted.
It's a small noodle shop with only a faint smell of fireworks and an elderly woman boiling water and kneading dough, but it's not very popular.
It seems a little out of place with this complicated city.
But when Balian sat down safely in this small shop, he vaguely felt a distant and familiar smell.
It makes people feel a little at ease and warm.
On the table, there is a bowl of hot noodle soup. Looking at the fat white noodles floating on the noodle soup, you can tell that they are chewy and smooth. There are green vegetable leaves and thin beef belly on top, and the sauce is reflected by the spicy oil.
bright red.
Next to the soup noodles, there is a small plate with appetizing side dishes and fried brown poached eggs.
The side dishes and poached eggs were extras given by the female boss, and she didn't charge any money.
Fang Geyu looked at the large bowl of sesame-red oil soup noodles in front of him with an expressionless expression. Before he even picked up his chopsticks, his eyes were filled with heat and mist from the spicy smell.
Seeing her look like this, Balian couldn't help but kindly suggested: "Why don't we find another one?"
Fang Geyu ignored him, pulled a strand of black hair from his temples behind his ears, stirred the beef and red oil with a spoon, and scooped up a spoonful of hot noodle soup.
Then there was a burst of earth-shattering choking and coughing sounds, one after another.
The snow-white neck was dyed with a slight crimson color, the lips that were not rouged were white with a bit of beauty, the corners of the mist-filled eyes were filled with tears and redness, and the shoulders were hunched due to coughing, looking at the bowl of noodles was like
Facing a powerful enemy.
Balian couldn't laugh or cry.
The last time he had dinner in the mountains, he could tell that Miss Fang didn't like spicy food, she just wasn't good at it.
This Bashu noodles may be beyond what she can bear.
He quickly poured a pot of tea for her.
Fang Geyu took the cold tea without thinking and took a sip. His face immediately stiffened and became very ugly. His face turned red little by little, and the mist under his eyes became thicker and thicker.
It was obvious that he had difficulty swallowing, but when he glanced at the old woman who was wiping the table by the stove, she swallowed the tea in her mouth and coughed until tears flowed out.
He glared hard at Balian, his expression actually a little aggrieved.
The old woman who noticed the movement raised her head and smiled slightly at Bailian, saying: "My tea is also the authentic Sichuan pepper tea from Bashu. People who like it love the taste, but those who can't eat spicy food have a natural taste."
Such torture, this little lady can't handle spicy food."
Balian was speechless and silent.
What kind of shop is this? They even put Sichuan peppercorns in their tea. Is this because the business is not deserted enough?
Standing up and wiping the tea on her lips with her sleeve, Balian laughed and said, "If you can't eat it, don't eat it. Why bother yourself? Just wait here for me."
Fang Geyu was not used to his behavior. He shrank his neck, but did not move away. He allowed him to wipe away the water on his lips. Without saying a word, he watched Bai Lian carrying his small purse.
Ran out.
She snorted, touched her lips, and continued to pick up the noodles and beef in the soup bowl with her chopsticks. Her brows were struggling, as if she saw some extremely difficult trouble.
The old woman who had finished wiping the table came over quickly, holding a little bit of silver in her hand, and smiled kindly at Fang Geyu: "My little lady is not used to spicy food, so why waste money? She is still young now, but she is also
You must know how to run a household."
As he spoke, the old man put the money he collected from Fang Geyu on the table with shaking hands full of wrinkles and grooves.
Fang Geyu was startled, narrowed his eyes and said, "What do you mean, old man?"
The old man smiled and said: "If you can't eat it, don't eat it. I see you, little lady, only drank a mouthful of noodle soup, and then you can eat something else."
Fang Geyu picked up the broken silver on the table and put it into the old man's pocket. She said calmly: "Don't worry, I won't waste food."
How could she not see that this old man was a thrifty person and the reason why he refunded the money was because he was worried that she would throw away the noodles that she could not eat and eat them herself.
The old woman was startled, smiled, shook her head, and said, "You are such a good boy."
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