Chapter 99 Who is so holy to teach you such a foodie?
Ten years, eleven years or twelve years.
Yan Murong had already forgotten the last time he was laughed at ----- he only remembered that he was only eleven or twelve years old at that time. The old man took him to deliver the baby to the tough wife in the village, and the result was ten thousand.
Yan Murong, who was a few years old, asked a question after watching all the procedures that shocked the world and made people cry.
The little guy pointed at Tiedan's wife and said, "Why doesn't she have a little~JJ?"
So, everyone present at the time laughed - Poor Yan Murong was still too young at that time. Although he was already a teenager and had gone to school for several years, there was no such thing as physiology class at that time.
As a result, his words became a topic of conversation after dinner in that small mountain village that was almost isolated from the world. I don't know who spread the word. From then on, whenever they saw Yan Murong, others would laugh and shout. "
Murong, is your little JJ still there?"
Just now, it was Teng Xiangling who kept looking out the window with an expressionless face - now, Yan Murong, Yan Murong, was walking in front with his head lowered, and Teng Xiangling was following behind him, the muscles on his face trembling.
Yes, I wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. It looked very uncomfortable.
The thought of Yan Murong kissing her stupidly while talking on the phone made her want to laugh.
"Laugh, laugh, don't hold it in for you. If you do, I will have to treat you." Yan Murong said angrily.
"Hahaha-----" Teng Xiangling finally couldn't help it anymore and laughed loudly. "Great Doctor Yan, I admire you, I really admire you now-----you know how much you just said
Is it disgusting? ----- Actually, I didn’t laugh because I felt disgusting. This situation is normal. Now that we are so open, junior high school students are hugging each other and putting their arms around each other ----- The question is, why do I
Do you think it’s weird for you to do something like this?”
"That's my sister-in-law." Yan Murong tried hard to defend. "She's like that. She always makes some strange requests to me."
"No need to explain." Teng Xiangling reached out and interrupted Yan Murong and said, "I didn't say anything else. I laughed because I thought it was so funny for you to do such a thing."
"Okay, at worst I won't laugh anymore." Teng Xiangling said after laughing enough. "You don't have anything to say to me?"
"What did you say? About consummating the marriage?" Yan Murong asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Yuan, you big-headed devil, do you still dare to mention this matter?" Teng Xiangling's eyes widened, and her pretty face suddenly dropped. "I tell you, if you dare to mention this matter to me again, you know the consequences.
"
"Then what do you want to know?"
"What are you going to do this time?" Teng Xiangling asked. "People are coming to your door, aren't you going to do something?"
"I do have this plan." Yan Murong nodded and said.
"Tell me, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to have dinner - you are the landlord, can you help me find a better place?"
Teng Xiang remained motionless and looked at Yan Murong without blinking.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Yan Murong said with evasive eyes.
"Don't change the subject, you know what I'm asking."
"Okay." Yan Murong shrugged helplessly and said, "Actually, I don't plan to do anything."
"What? He almost killed you, but you didn't plan to do anything? Are you still a man?" Teng Xiangling said with contempt.
"This has nothing to do with whether I am a man or not." Yan Murong said. "I have my own plans, so don't ask me anymore. But I can promise you that I will take you with me. You will know when the time comes."
"If you dare to go without me, you know the consequences." Teng Xiangling threatened again before saying, "Let's go, don't stand here stupidly."
"Where to go?"
"Didn't you complain that you were hungry? I will take you to eat."
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Pork liver noodles, according to Teng Xiangling, are the most delicious noodles in Suzhou and Hangzhou, so Yan Murong followed her suspiciously to this small restaurant specializing in pork liver noodles.
The restaurant is not large, only fifty or sixty square meters, but it is also very clean and tidy. There are a total of more than twenty rectangular tables in the restaurant. At this time, because it is dinner time, all the tables are full.
There are even some customers who simply take away the food because there is no place to sit. Those who live far away simply eat while standing with their bowls in hand. You can imagine how delicious the noodles here are.
However, it was a coincidence that Yan Murong and the others arrived. There happened to be a table sharing a table where two people left, freeing up two seats. Yan Murong's sharp eyes immediately ran over and took the seat.
Two bowls of pork liver noodles were served quickly. Yan Murong smelled it and found that it tasted really fragrant. He didn't care that it burned his mouth. He grabbed his chopsticks and ate it in big gulps. Teng Xiangling didn't even finish the bowl.
Yan Murong had already finished one bowl, and then ordered another bowl with unfinished content and continued to sweep away.
Yan Murong was never picky about food, but when he encountered delicious food, he would naturally eat more.
By the time Teng Xiangling finished her bowl of noodles like a lady, Yan Murong had already placed three bowls in front of her.
"Are you a Pig?" Teng Xiangling looked at the strange looks in the two young men across the table, and asked Yan Murong, who was still "hoorahing" while drinking soup.
"It's delicious. It's really delicious. It's much better than the 'Hundred Animals Noodles' made by the old man. That old man was very stingy. He would only place the meat slices as big as a fingernail each time." Yan Murong
While drinking the soup, I complained that the old man was stingy.
"You talk about the old man every day, who is the old man?" Teng Xiangling asked curiously.
"Old man, you are my master."
"I know he's your master," Teng Xiangling said. "I'm asking, who is this old man you talk about every day, who can teach you such an incredible foodie?"
"I don't know what his name is."
"You don't know the name of your master?" Teng Xiangling asked in surprise. "Are there any disciples like you?"
"What's the matter?" Yan Murong put down the bowl and chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a tissue on the table, and said, "Who stipulates that apprentices must know the master's name? Besides, I have never seen a master like him.
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Just as he was talking, the two young men opposite Yan Murong stood up and prepared to leave after paying. However, because the location was too narrow, they accidentally touched Teng Xiangling when they passed by.
The bag next to the table also fell to the ground. The young man seemed to want to pick it up, but because he was anxious, he bumped it on the corner of the table and immediately fell towards Teng Xiangling. Just when he was about to pounce on Teng Xiangling, he was
Yan Murong grabbed him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The young man apologized repeatedly to Teng Xiangling.
"It's okay, just be more careful next time." Teng Xiangling nodded and didn't care. After all, he didn't do it on purpose.
When the two young men walked out of the restaurant, Yan Murong looked at Teng Xiangling and said, "There are four bowls in total. I don't know how much they cost."