Douluo Continent on the tip of the tongue

Chapter 313 Is there a pig trying to push my cabbage?

"belch!"

After hiccupping, Tang Zi patted his stomach in satisfaction.

Finally had enough.

He ate a total of three servings of Mowu Tuan, plus the various delicacies he ate before, which made him feel full for a long time.

"Go back to the sect now?" Zhou Long secretly squeezed his fists, planning to beat Tang Zi up before going back.

"Okay?" Tang Zi didn't realize the crisis was coming, and spoke loudly.

The two stood up side by side and were about to leave when Zhou Long suddenly stretched out an arm to wrap around Tang Zi's shoulder.

"Old Zhou, why are you hooking my shoulder?"

"I'm afraid you will run away... Oh no, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I'm so close to you."

"Old Zhou, you are really, I am not used to being so enthusiastic."

"It's okay, you and I are good brothers, you should get close."

...

The team continued to move, and soon it was the turn of the Hanshi Seven who were waiting in the team.

As the few of them got closer to the booth, the peculiar and strong smell of the Mowutuan became more and more obvious.

However, they have been queuing in the queue for a long time, and they are gradually getting used to this strange smell.

Except for Keke's still weird expression, the others are obviously much more normal. Ying Shuangshuang even sniffs her nose from time to time, sniffing the smell wafting in the air greedily.

Hmm...it smells good after smelling it for a long time.

Slightly squinting her beautiful eyes, Ying Shuangshuang's eyes were filled with anticipation.

I really want to know how this mowutuan tastes.

Following the team and slowly moving forward, until the whole picture of the booth was completely exposed in front of her eyes, Ying Shuangshuang looked around curiously.

Is the person who can make such interesting food the same age as the boss?

or?Older?
Ye Lingqing was busy working behind the booth with her head down, unable to see his face from Ying Shuangshuang's angle.

And just at this moment, Ye Lingqing raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead and cheeks with his hands.

Hey, is it a boy who is about the same age as me?

Ying Shuangshuang blinked, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Ye Lingqing, who was busy, didn't hear Ying Shuangshuang's laughter. After wiping off the sweat that had been smoked from staying beside the hot oil pan, he continued to cook the next Mowutuan.

According to this posture, today's Mo Wutuan can also be sold out, which is really a good day for a good harvest.

Ye Lingqing had a satisfied smile on her face, and her heart was full of gratitude to Qi Han.

Among the team, Fuya, who heard Ying Shuangshuang's laughter, turned her head and glanced at Ying Shuangshuang, who was trembling, with a curious look on her face, "Shuangshuang, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Ying Shuangshuang shook her head, there was still a bit of a smile in her eyes.

She couldn't help but think back to the face of the boy who set up the stall she saw just now.

Such a handsome boy.

But...it feels a little naive.

The smile on Ying Shuangshuang's face deepened a bit.

The moment the boy raised his head just now, he was really amazed to Ying Shuangshuang.

But then he wiped the sweat from his cheeks, and inadvertently smeared some soot on his face, the originally handsome and fair face became like a big tabby cat, which was the reason why both Ying and Shuang burst out laughing.

She couldn't help but continue to pay attention to the movement in front of the booth.

It's a pity that the somewhat handsome young man didn't raise his head again. It wasn't until Ying Shuangshuang followed Fuya to the stall that he raised his head and asked while he was busy.

"How many Mowu Tuan do you want?"

"I want one, can I take it away?" Fuya asked aloud, but Ying Shuangshuang gently pulled her away.

"Fuya, I think it's more satisfying to eat here, why don't we just eat here?" Ying Shuang squeezed her eyes, but her cheeks turned red for some reason.

"This..." Fuya looked at the others behind her, "What about you?"

"Xinyan and I plan to go shopping in the food street while eating." Ji Yunruo and Ping Xinyan glanced at each other. During the tacit cooperation between the two food delivery staff during this period, their friendship with each other has obviously deepened.

"The three of us will pack up and go back later. It just so happens that there aren't too many seats here." After asking for Keke's opinion, Qin Yao said with a smile.

Although the seven people have a good relationship with each other, they are obviously close to each other.

Fuya and Ying Shuangshuang have been classmates for three years, and they have been roommates for three years. The relationship will naturally be closer than other shop assistants. Ji Yunruo felt a little alienated when he was with the two at the beginning. Fortunately, Fuya is caring enough, and Ying Shuangshuang is too. Carelessly, this feeling is not much.

It wasn't until Ping Xinyan arrived that Ji Yunruo's situation changed a bit.

Both of them are soul masters of the sensitive attack department, and they are also food delivery staff. The house that Ping Xinyan rents in Shrek City is not far from Ji Yunruo's house, so the two of them quickly became acquainted after going back and forth.

As for the three people in Star Luo City, the Qin family sisters and Keke have always cooperated with each other tacitly. Some of them are unfamiliar with the place when they came here. It has only been two days. Although everyone gets along very well, the inner barrier still exists There are some.

For such a situation, Fuya knew it well, but she couldn't change anything for a while.

At this moment, seeing that several other people had to pack and leave first, she nodded slightly, "Then you all pay attention to safety on the road, and Shuangshuang and I will stay here to eat."

A portion of Mowutuan was quickly made, except for Fuya and Yingshuangshuang, the others held hot freshly baked Mowutuan in their hands, bid farewell to the two girls and turned to leave.

Seeing the backs of the others leaving, Fuya, who was sitting in front of the booth, sighed softly, "I always feel that the current state is not very good."

However, Fuya's sigh did not get any response from Ying Shuangshuang who was sitting opposite her.

This made Fuya couldn't help raising her head to look at Ying Shuangshuang, "Shuangshuang?"

"Ah! Ah?" Ying Shuangshuang turned around as if waking up from a dream.

"You..." Fuya looked in the direction where Yingshuang and Yingshuang just turned their heads, only then did she realize that Yingshuangshuang was holding her to the seat where she was sitting.

Sitting here, I can just see the boy cooking Mowutuan.

And the gazes of Ying and Ying's talents happened to be in the direction of the boy.

"You won't..." Fuya's face was a little surprised.

"I do not have!"

Ying Shuangshuang hastily denied it, but she didn't know when a few blushes appeared on her face, "I... I'm just curious about how this Mo Wutuan did it."

Such a lie can't fool the careful Fuya, but Fuya didn't expose Ying Shuangshuang, she just took a deep look at her, and then said softly, "Shall we try Mowutuan together?"

"Yeah!" Ying Shuangshuang nodded like a benevolent amnesty, picked up some black ink balls with chopsticks and quickly put them into her mouth, "Huh?"

After chewing a few times, Ying Shuangshuang's eyes suddenly lit up.

really tasty!
The rich bean aroma is continuously stimulated between Yingshuangshuang's lips and teeth, and blended into the delicious soup, which brings a particularly amazing taste.

That boy is amazing. Although this Mowutuan is not as good as the boss's, it is already more delicious than most of the snacks in the food street.

Fuya didn't move her chopsticks right away, she watched Ying Shuangshuang sinking her head into eating, remembered Ying Shuangshuang's inexplicable laughter when she was queuing up just now, remembered her insisting on sitting at the booth to eat, remembered the way she looked at the boy just now, and couldn't bear it. He couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Is there a pig who wants to push my cabbage?

(End of this chapter)