Shui Xingqi watched silently, wondering what Ye Qianning was paying attention to.
These people are all people who have no shortage of food. They are just trying to keep cool. Why should we share the pasta with them?
The old man finished a bowl of noodles and was satisfied. He leaned towards Ye Qianning and said, "Little girl, you also went to the black market to take pictures of the couple."
"Um."
"Liang Yi Xiang Sheng is a good thing. Look, these people are trying to steal Liang Yi Xiang Sheng from you. Why do you have to share it with them?" The old man was curious.
Ye Qianning did not answer, but leaned back on the chair and closed her eyes to rest.
The old man stroked his beard, his eyes full of doubts.
Xiang Minghou glanced at the old man coldly, as if with some warning.
The old man stroked his beard for a moment, then smiled and narrowed his eyes.
Luo Wen boiled water, put the noodles in the bag into the other person's bowl, put in the seasonings and poured the boiling water over it, and told him to simmer for a while before eating, and then the next person...
Such a unique way of eating is amazing.
The people who received the noodles walked toward Ye Qianning and his group in a tacit understanding, and sat five or six meters away from them, placing their bowls on the ground and enjoying the rare coolness.
Not long after, the place was filled with people. There were still some quiet people, but with a cry of exclamation, everyone started chatting again.
“This noodle is really edible.”
“It tastes really good...Tsk, tsk, it’s even better than the most famous noodle restaurant in Dongsi Capital.”
"Really?"
Some people who had soaked the noodles took a tentative bite and found that the taste was really amazing.
This has made people who were originally not optimistic begin to look forward to it.
The fragrance is so fragrant that it makes you greedy.
There were noisy discussions, and Lin Hui's stomach was already growling. Looking at the almost burnt roast chicken in her hand, she couldn't eat it.
It was the first time for the entourage to roast chicken. The weather was hot, the firewood was dry, and the fire was too big. People didn’t dare to get too close when it was burning. As a result, a roast chicken was probably inedible. “I told you to eat it just now, but you didn’t listen. Look at how many people are eating it.”
“Sister Yin, I’m not hungry.” As soon as Lin Hui finished speaking, her stomach growled.
The woman sighed and was about to get up.
“Sister Yin, don’t go, I really don’t want to eat.” Lin Hui grabbed her first and said, “You know, I never eat what others give me.”
Hearing this, the woman seemed to have thought of something, and sighed again. She sat down and turned around to take out a piece of cake from the baggage she was traveling with: "It's the last piece. You can just eat some. You'll have something to eat when you get to Bermuxun."
"Um."
Lin Hui took it, broke open the dry and hard cake and ate it in small bites.
Rowan's baggage with noodles was all gone. About a hundred noodles were gone in half an hour. Those who didn't receive them could only watch helplessly.
But there is nothing we can do.
They travel with horses, not carriages, so it’s good to be able to separate the food.
Those who didn’t get a spot walked in that direction carrying their own dry food.
"Don't look at how many people there are. There must be tens of thousands of people on this road. Everyone wants to cool down. How crowded will it be?" The old man sat peacefully for a while, and in a blink of an eye, the whole venue was full of people. .
Seeing that everyone was still gathering here, I couldn't help but make a sound.
Some people who were blocked turned their heads and looked around, but there was nothing they could do.
“We can’t even get hot anymore.”
“I wonder what they use to escape the heat?”
“Can you tell me something?”
“That’s right, can you tell me what you use to make the surrounding area so cool?”
