The Ming Dynasty: Starting with the Somersault Cloud, Old Zhu was so envious he cried!

Xu Miaoyun looked at the outspoken young girl in front of her.

Suddenly I realized that this girl and her shrewish older sister are practically identical, just as annoying.

Zhu Ming, oblivious to the girl's reaction, reached out and pinched her soft cheek, smiling as he instructed, "Although I'm happy that you complimented my looks, you must call me 'brother' from now on, and you're not allowed to call me 'sister' anymore, understand?"

The little girl nodded obediently.

"Then tell your brother," Zhu Ming changed the subject, "are you hungry?"

Upon hearing this, the little girl's throat bobbed involuntarily, her gaze drifting involuntarily to the two bowls of vegetarian noodles on the table, but she still pursed her lips and shook her head.

Zhu Ming deliberately feigned a troubled expression: "What should we do? We ordered two bowls, but we realized we couldn't finish them, and we were thinking of asking you to help us finish them off."

The little girl's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this, and without thinking, she blurted out, "I can finish it!"

"Really?" Zhu Ming suppressed a laugh. "Then you're in charge of finishing this bowl."

As he spoke, he picked up a bowl of vegetarian noodles and placed it in front of the little girl.

The little girl was so tempted by the bowl of noodles that she kept swallowing her saliva as her throat bobbed up and down.

But just as his hand was halfway out, he suddenly pulled it back.

The little girl turned to look at the older sister behind the counter, her eyes clearly seeking her opinion.

The female shopkeeper, who had been leaning on the counter, had seen everything that was happening. Seeing this, she lazily raised her eyelids slightly.

"Since the guest wants to treat you to a meal, then you should eat."

She paused, then added, this time directed at Zhu Ming: "However, although my little sister ate one bowl of noodles from you, it was your treat, so you still have to pay for two bowls of noodles."

"Don't worry," Zhu Ming waved his hand, looking very generous, "I won't shortchange you a single penny. I'll pay for twenty bowls later."

The female shopkeeper pursed her lips and muttered under her breath, "What a braggart."

With my sister's consent,

The little girl first sweetly said "Thank you, brother" to Zhu Ming.

Then he grabbed his chopsticks, buried his head, and started slurping his food.

They ate with great relish.

The slurping sounds were incessant.

The little girl ate with a satisfied look on her face.

It was as if the bowl contained not bland noodles, but some kind of delicacy.

Xu Miaoyun, watching from the side, began to doubt herself.

Could it be... that this noodle dish isn't actually that bad?

Is it her own problem?

She hesitated, then picked up another piece of food with her chopsticks and carefully put it into her mouth.

Next second,

"puff!"

I threw up again.

Okay, it's confirmed. It's not her fault; the noodles are just really bad.

Hearing the noise, the little girl immediately stopped eating, still with half a noodle in her mouth. She looked timidly at Xu Miaoyun and asked softly, "Sister... is the noodle not tasty?"

Xu Miaoyun's expression froze, feeling embarrassed and awkward as if she had been caught wasting food by the teacher.

For a moment, I didn't know how to explain it to the little girl.

Fortunately, Zhu Ming was quick-witted and noticed her embarrassment, and took the initiative to defuse the situation:

"It's not that your sister's vegetarian noodles are bad, it's that this sister... isn't feeling well and has no appetite for anything."

"Yes, yes, my sister hasn't been feeling well lately," Xu Miaoyun quickly replied.

Upon hearing this, the little girl nodded in sudden understanding and said seriously, "Oh, I see!"

She thought for a moment and added, "My sister said that when you're sick, you should eat more. If you're full, you won't feel the pain."

"Every time I have a stomachache or a headache, my sister makes me a bowl of vegetarian noodles," the little girl said, shaking her head earnestly. "After eating, I take a nap, and I feel better the next day!"

She spoke casually, but Zhu Ming and Xu Miaoyun exchanged a glance and remained silent.

Seeing the little girl wolfing down her food, they immediately understood.

It's not that this bowl of noodles is particularly delicious; it's so bland that you can't even taste the salt. It's probably because they didn't even bother to put any salt in.

Zhu Ming and Xu Miaoyun were simply used to eating delicacies from land and sea.

Suddenly being given a bowl of plain, watery noodles is naturally hard to swallow.

But for the children in this year of disaster,

A bowl of plain noodles is a luxury I wouldn't even dare to dream of on a normal day.

Didn't you hear what she said?

Only when she was sick would her older sister be willing to cook her a bowl of food.

Now that we have a basic understanding of the situation,

Zhu Ming simply stopped pretending.

I'm coming clean: I am a prince of the Ming Dynasty.

I will not allow anyone in my Great Ming territory to go hungry!

Zhu Ming smiled at the little girl and asked, "How is it? Are you full after eating a bowl of vegetarian noodles?"

The little girl rubbed her shriveled tummy, but her gaze involuntarily drifted to another bowl of almost untouched vegetarian noodles on the table. Her little mouth moved as if she was about to speak.

"Xiaoyu".

Suddenly, the female shopkeeper's voice came from behind. It wasn't loud, but it carried an air of unquestionable authority.

The little girl stiffened, immediately shook her head, and obediently said, "I...I'm full!"

It's not that the female shopkeeper didn't care about her younger sister.

There were only two bowls of noodles in total.

If it all ended up in my little sister's stomach,

How could she, as the shopkeeper, possibly accept money from customers?

However, Zhu Ming said, "Don't listen to your sister, your brother will treat you to something delicious."

After saying that, Zhu Ming took out the food tablecloth from his pocket and spread it on the table.

Before making a wish,

He had intended to ask the little girl what she wanted to eat.

He turned his head and saw a human bomb vehicle... no, it was the female shopkeeper, charging towards him!

"Xiaoyu! Come here!"

The female shopkeeper grabbed the little girl and pulled her behind her, like a fierce mother tigress protecting her cubs. She glared at Zhu Ming and Xu Miaoyun, her voice filled with suspicion: "Who are you? What do you want?!"

Seeing her expression, Zhu Ming knew she must have misunderstood, so he quickly waved his hand and explained, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, we're not bad people. I just felt sorry for this little girl and wanted to offer her something to eat..."

"Pity?" The female shopkeeper sneered, pulling her sister even closer. "I don't care who you are, grab your things and get out of this shop! We don't need your pity!"

Zhu Ming knew that further explanation would be pointless, so he simply stopped trying.

He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and earnestly made a wish upon the food tablecloth:

"I want a serving of braised pork belly, sweet and sour pork ribs, Kung Pao chicken, steamed sea bass, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a big pot of white rice, and a bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup. Quickly!"

The words had barely left his mouth when, in the next second!

Under the female shopkeeper's gaze, which was so shocked that her pupils dilated,

On that empty table, dishes began to appear out of thin air.

The braised pork belly is glistening and tempting, the sweet and sour pork ribs are coated in a thick sauce, the steamed sea bass is still steaming hot, and the Kung Pao chicken smells delicious...

In a very short time,

The once empty table,

The table is already laden with steaming hot and delicious dishes.

The aroma instantly filled the entire shabby restaurant.

Zhu Ming opened his eyes, about to speak to prove that he wasn't a bad person.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the female shopkeeper and the little girl kneeling neatly on the ground, bowing deeply to him and shouting in unison:

"Your Honor! Your Honor!"