long night walk

Chapter 228 Noodle shop in the city
Fang Geyu casually threw the purse into his arms, and said softly, "Isn't this rich? I already have the priceless Ye Mingzhu, so what pocket money do I need?"

Baili Anxin said that I didn't ask for pocket money, didn't you give it to me yourself?
Holding the purse in his hand, he was confused by her sudden temper.

"Fang Geyu, are you angry?"

Fang Geyu smiled coolly: "Such a trivial matter is worthy of my anger."

Bai Lian kept his mouth shut.

Seeing that he did not continue to ask for pocket money, Fang Ge Yumei's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, as if looking at flowers in the twilight and mist, with snow-colored eyes, showing neither emotion nor anger, and suddenly said: "I don't want to eat soup dumplings. Swallow such cheap things as noodles."

How did Bai Lian know that she was throwing a temper tantrum, and asked, "Then what do you want to eat?"

She lazily raised her eyes and said two words: "Spicy food."

"Spicy food?" Bai Lian's eyes widened, "Spicy food in the morning?"

Fang Geyu raised his long eyelashes, and looked at him like a dead salted fish: "Why? Can't it?"

Before Bai Lian could say yes, Miss Fang turned around and walked towards the small town to the east.

Bai Lian had no choice but to open an umbrella to keep up.

He clearly remembered that the eldest lady was not very good at eating spicy food.

After turning the corner several times, the two came to a noodle shop. In front of the shop, there were four black lacquered characters of "Bashu Small Noodles" hung vertically on a simple wooden plaque.

Facing some people from far away, they sneezed repeatedly, smelling the oily and spicy smell wafting from the old noodle shop, and were choked.

This Bashu small noodle is famous for its authenticity.

The food of Bashu is famous all over the world for its spiciness.

Naturally, this small noodle restaurant is also unusual, and some passers-by in Xianling City couldn't stand the smell when they asked about it.

Fang Geyu is one of these people.

When she looked for a seat by the side window and sat down with a stinky complexion, the tip of her nose was already red.

Bai Lian couldn't smell these smells and didn't react.

He suddenly remembered an inexplicable sentence said by the mysterious black-robed man he bumped into on the corridor this morning.

The person said that the Bashu noodle shop in Dongguan Township was very good, and recommended him to try it.

I don't know what the intention of the black robed man is.

However, Fang Geyu played petty temper again, and had to eat spicy food in the morning, but after leaving the inner city, he still came to this small noodle restaurant in Bashu.

Looking at the old furnishings in the noodle shop, it has a completely different taste from this fairy city.

Simple and unpretentious, there are small antique windows built with wooden railings, and a bunch of dry red peppers are worn between the small windows that reflect the soft snow. The ancient totem of the Suzaku fire.

Most of the people in Xianling City have a mild taste, and the early morning is the time to nourish the stomach, so the Bashu small noodles can be said to be deserted.

A small noodle shop, with only a touch of fireworks, and an elderly woman boiling water and kneading noodles, but it is not very popular.

It seems a bit out of place with this Fancheng.

But when Bai Lian sat down safely in this small shop, he vaguely felt a long-standing and familiar smell.

It makes people feel a little warm and at ease.

On the table, there is a bowl of hot noodle soup. Looking at the fat white noodles floating on the noodle soup, you can feel that it is strong and smooth. There are green vegetable leaves and thin beef belly on top, and the sauce is reflected by the oily and spicy sauce. flushed.

Next to the noodle soup is a small plate with appetizing side dishes and fried poached eggs.

The side dishes and poached eggs are extra gifts from the woman boss, and no money is charged.

Fang Geyu stared expressionlessly at the big bowl of soup noodles drenched in sesame red oil. Before he picked up his chopsticks, his eyes were foggy from the hot air.

Seeing her appearance, Bai Lian couldn't help but kindly said: "Why don't we change to another one."

Fang Geyu ignored him, tucked a strand of black hair from his temples to the back of his ears, poked the beef and red oil with a spoon, and scooped up a spoonful of hot noodle soup.

Then drink it.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough!!!"

Then there was a burst of earth-shattering coughing sounds, one after another.

Her snow-white neck was dyed a slight crimson, her lips without rouge added a touch of sweetness, her misty eyes contained tears and red tides, she coughed so much that her shoulders shrugged, and she looked at the bowl of noodles. Facing the enemy.

Bai Lian couldn't laugh or cry.

The last time he had dinner in the mountains, he could tell that it wasn't that Miss Fang didn't like spicy food, it was just that she wasn't good at it.

The Bashu noodles are probably beyond her tolerance.

He quickly poured a pot of tea for her.

Fang Geyu took the cold tea without even thinking about it, took a sip, and immediately his face froze, becoming very ugly, his face turned red little by little, and the mist in his eyes became thicker and thicker.

It was obviously hard to swallow, but after glancing at the old woman who was wiping the table by the stove, she suppressed the tea in her mouth and coughed until tears flowed out.

He gave Bai Lian a hard look, and his expression was a little aggrieved.

Noticing the movement, the old woman raised her head and smiled slightly at Bai Lian, saying: "My tea is also an authentic pepper tea from Bashu. People who like it love it, but those who don't like spicy food are a kind of heavenly tea." It's a big torture, this little lady can't eat spicy food."

Bai Lian was speechless and silent.

What kind of shop is this, even the tea puts peppercorns, does this mean that the business is not deserted enough?

Standing up, he wiped the tea at the corner of her lips with his sleeve. Bai Lian laughed and said, "If you can't eat it, don't eat it. Why bother yourself, wait here for me."

Fang Geyu was not used to his behavior, so he shrank his neck, but didn't dodge, allowing him to wipe off the water on his lips, without saying a word, watching Bai Lian carry his small pouch ran out.

She snorted, touched her lips, and continued to lower her head to pick up the noodles and beef in the soup bowl with her chopsticks, struggling between her brows, as if she saw something extremely troublesome.

The old woman who had finished wiping the table quickly greeted her, holding some broken silver in her hand, and smiled kindly at Fang Geyu: "Little lady is not used to spicy food, so why waste money, she is still young, but she can You have to know how to keep a house.”

As he said that, the old man shook his wrinkled hands and put the money collected from Fang Geyu on the table.

Fang Geyu was startled, narrowed his eyes and said, "What is the old man's meaning?"

The old man smiled and said: "If you can't eat it, you don't want to eat it. I saw that you only took a sip of the noodle soup, you can go back and eat something else."

Fang Geyu picked up the broken silver on the table and put it in the old man's pocket. She said lightly, "Don't worry, I won't waste food."

How could she fail to see that this old man was a thrifty person, and the reason why he returned the money was because he was worried that she would throw away the uneaten noodles and return them to eat by herself.

The old woman was startled, she shook her head with a broken smile, and said, "You are such a good boy."

Fang Geyu's face was reddish, he turned his head to look at the heavy snow outside the window, and did not speak.

(End of this chapter)