The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 363 Yangchun Noodles in Clear Soup with Deep Meaning

"Lonely!" Fan Meiya muttered softly, and then looked in the direction of Yan Guanliang's departure with a complicated expression.

"People with stories." Fan Meiya also stood up and walked upstairs.

Yan Guanliang didn't eat anything except a glass of wine. Maybe the food in the big hotel was too clean and tidy. It didn't look like it was for people to eat, but rather for people to watch. He went down the first floor and arrived at the lobby of the hotel , he looked back to the second floor, and saw that no one was paying attention to him.

He walked straight to the outside of the hotel. Not far from the hotel, he ran into a beggar head-on. The bag on the beggar's back was scattered, and all kinds of rags were scattered all over the floor.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Yan Guanliang said, bending down to help the beggar pick things up.

"You go, you go, go fast, the farther the better."

The beggar's words were inexplicable for a second, Yan Guanliang looked at the beggar in puzzlement, and the beggar turned his face away instantly.

Yan Guanliang took out the wallet from his pocket, took out two banknotes from it, and put them beside the beggar.

"This money can be regarded as compensation for you."

After putting down the money, Yan Guanliang got up and left. Although the beggar only took a quick glance, he always felt that the person was familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

"It's because I think too much." Yan Guanliang shook his head, stopped thinking so much, turned around and walked towards a street in front of the hotel.

"Damn beggar, don't you know where this is? Can you come?" The hotel security guard yelled and cursed from behind.

"I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now." The beggar's voice clearly had a southern Hokkien accent.

This world is so small, I just returned to the inland, I didn't expect that here, I can still hear...

There is a restaurant with a small shop in the street, and the business doesn't seem to be very good. The restaurant is empty, probably because it is not in the restaurant.

There is a shopping plaza on the edge of this street, but for some reason, there are very few people in this plaza, and it seems that there is no prosperity at all.There are many small shops like this in the street, but there are not many restaurants. The front may be bustling, or it may be more deserted. Yan Guanliang didn't go to find out, he turned around and entered this small restaurant.

In the restaurant, a middle-aged table looked up at the TV hanging on the wall. A certain idol drama was being performed in it. This did not match the age of the owner of the restaurant. Seeing someone coming in, the restaurant owner turned his head Lai: "It's foreign time now, not business."

Yan Guanliang didn't leave just then, he found a seat casually and sat down: "I heard that the clear soup Yangchun noodles from the boss's house have a special taste.

"I don't have a good appetite, why don't you have a bowl of sour plum soup to appetize." The restaurant owner said casually.

"I have no food in my stomach, and the sourness is too stimulating. Let's use Yangchun noodles in clear soup." Yan Guanliang sat down, took a hand pot from the table and poured himself a glass of water, and looked at the restaurant owner with a smile on his face.

The restaurant owner also smiled: "Then I'll make you a bowl, is there any taboo?"

"No coriander, no green onions, the soup is no more than [-]% and two wide noodles." After Yan Guanliang finished speaking, he picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip.

"The way you eat is very special. Erkuan noodles are not available here. Can you use longxu noodles?" The restaurant owner came over and asked.

"Okay, then let's make dragon beard noodles." Yan Guanliang said helplessly.

The boss got up and walked towards the back kitchen. Soon, there was the sound of the stove being turned on from the back kitchen.

Within 10 minutes, there was the sound of the stove being turned off in the back kitchen, and then the door of the back kitchen opened.

"Your Yangchun noodles in clear soup are here." The restaurant owner walked over with the noodles, walked straight to the table in front of Yan Guanliang, and put the bowl of Yangchun noodles in clear soup in front of Yan Guanliang.

"Should I add some water for you?" After putting down his face, the restaurant owner looked at the water glass in front of Yan Guanliang and asked.

"No need."

First he took a sip of the soup, nothing special, then he picked up the noodles with chopsticks and put them in his mouth.

"Does the taste suit your taste?" The restaurant owner looked expectant.

Yan Guanliang frowned slightly, and put down his chopsticks: "The noodles are a bit rotten, not chewy, and have lost the essence of noodles. I have no taste."

"This...or else, I'm making one for you." The restaurant owner said with a guilty face.

"No, I'm in a hurry, next time." Yan Guanliang said, put down a banknote on the table, then stood up, went to the restaurant, pushed open the door of the small shop, and walked out .

After Yan Guanliang left, the owner of the restaurant stood at the door for a while, then hung a sign at the door and closed the door.

The words on the sign are very casual, and it says: The boss has gone to pick up girls, and the business is closed.

Well, this sign is really not serious. A middle-aged restaurant owner with such a sign is really speechless.

……

in a particular office.

"You said eight people, two of them were women."

"Yes, that's what our sunspots sent back."

"Okay, I see. Pay attention to the other party's movements. If there is a rumor, do it."

"Yes!"

……

In the middle of the camp area of ​​the Second Integrated Technology Battalion, a row of convoys stopped there. The team was divided into two parts. Ding Xiaojun took the little guy and looked at the opposite part of the people and the vehicles with camouflage nets. The color of longing.

"Company Commander Ma, the battalion will be handed over to you. When the main force is away, don't let the remaining soldiers relax. The training will continue." Lu Xiaoqiang said seriously to the loading company commander.

"Battalion commander, don't worry, absolutely not." The loading company commander returned to Lu Xiaoqiang very seriously.

Lu Xiaoqiang walked up to Ding Xiaojun again.

"Xiao Ding, we're leaving now. Take care of Curry's work. To be honest, I'm relieved that you stay."

Ding Xiaojun nodded: "Battalion Commander, I know, I will check the magazine regularly, so you can go there without worry."

After listening to Ding Xiaojun's words, Lu Xiaoqiang's face darkened: "I know what you mean, why did it sound so awkward when it came out of your mouth, can't you say it a little more auspiciously?"

"Batttalion Commander, have a good trip." Ding Xiaojun said again.

"Sure enough, it was wrong to say goodbye to you. I shouldn't have talked to you. It's almost winter now, and the troops are heading north. Have a good trip. Is there a southerly wind this season?" Lu Xiaoqiang said, his face pale. It didn't get better.

Ding Xiaojun opened his mouth again, but before he could say anything, Lu Xiaoqiang interrupted him with his hand.

"Okay, I understand what you mean, you don't need to speak."

(End of this chapter)