The Emperor of Douluo is coming to the world

Chapter 22 About the match between Wang Xiaoming and Wang Xiaoming
"Ring~Ring~"

The wind chime of the wooden antique restaurant rang.

"welcome!"

Wang Xiaoming took off his hat, poked his head out from the kitchen, and smiled kindly.

After entering Dimension Wall, Wang Xiaoming came to this unknown world, and became the curator of Di Shaqiu restaurant, and concurrently served as the chef.

Searching the mobile phones in this world for a period of time did not find anything, or it may be because Wang Xiaoming has not looked at the mobile phone for a long time, it took a lot of effort to find some news, but they are all about who is leaving the country, who is getting married, otaku Our goddess is gone again or something.

"Two bowls of udon noodles are enough." The girl's lively, lovely and gentle voice sounded.

The girl pulled a handsome boy, chose a seat and sat down, then took out her mobile phone and chatted with the boy.

Wang Xiaoming took a look at them, and judging from their mouth movements and intimacy, the boy should be a girl's relative or her boyfriend.

Wang Xiaoming took out the cell phone behind him, and it displayed what the girl said when she ordered udon noodles.

Wang Xiaoming helplessly covered his forehead. His eardrums were damaged, so he couldn't hear any sound at all, so he used his mobile phone to translate. Although sometimes the translation was wrong, he could vaguely see it.

Wang Xiaoming quickly made two bowls of fragrant udon noodles, and walked over with the plates.

After serving it on the table, he bowed respectfully, then took a peek at the charming girl, and then walked towards the kitchen.

"Wait, how much is it?" The girl took out a small wallet and looked up at Wang Xiaoming's back.

Wang Xiaoming is still walking.

"Master?" the girl asked tentatively, her voice was louder than before.

Wang Xiaoming is still walking.

"Hey! Master, look at me!" The girl was a little impatient, and her voice was louder than some female singers.

The teenager beside Zhen couldn't help but cover his ears.

Wang Xiaoming is still walking.

The girl also realized that something was wrong, took the boy's hand and ran over, directly blocking Wang Xiaoming's front.

When Wang Xiaoming saw the two people approaching him, he realized that they might have talked to him, so he said tremblingly, "Can you say it again?"

As he said that, he took out his mobile phone and pointed it at them, and they also saw clearly the words written on the top of the mobile phone: Voice Converter.

"Are you deaf?" After finishing speaking, the girl hurriedly covered her mouth after realizing it, and then repeatedly bowed and apologized.

Wang Xiaoming turned his phone sideways and glanced at the text displayed on it, he couldn't laugh or cry.

"No, I'm just temporarily deaf due to damaged eardrums." Wang Xiaoming explained.

The boy beside him shook his hand in front of Wang Xiaoming, as if he was testing whether Wang Xiaoming was blind.

"I'm not blind. If I were blind, I wouldn't be in this business." Wang Xiaoming's head was bulging with veins. If he hadn't seen the boy's naive relationship with the girl, his fists would have gone up.

"Brother, you are very rude." The girl patted the boy's hand, "I'm sorry, my brother is like this."

"It's okay, you can eat first." Wang Xiaoming glanced at the phone, then waved his hand, indicating that it's okay.

I went back to the kitchen and paced back and forth, took out the card box and rummaged through it, still nothing.

Just after Wang Xiaoming entered the world, the emperor riding card disappeared, and now Wang Xiaoming doesn't know what to do.

Wang Xiaoming could only shake his head helplessly, lying on the kitchen window to see if there were any guests.

Although Dishaqiu Restaurant has an official certificate of a third-level restaurant, due to its remote location, there are very few visitors, but as long as those who have eaten have become repeat customers, they can barely make ends meet for the time being.

Just as Wang Xiaoming lost his mind, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

Wang Xiaoming looked back, and it turned out to be the boy, who showed himself with the phone.

'Grandma once said that all good things should be shared, so please teach me how to cook, please! '

Grandma ever said?Very familiar quotes.

"Okay, of course there is no problem." Being recognized as the best encouragement for a chef to cook his own dishes, Wang Xiaoming doesn't care what he can't pass on when teaching dishes.

As soon as the boy heard it, he immediately typed his thanks, and then the girl rushed in and grabbed the boy's ear, apologizing to Wang Xiaoming.

After Wang Xiaoming told what happened, the girl let go of the boy and gently rubbed the boy's ears.

Is it a brother control?

Wang Xiaoming smiled awkwardly.

After teaching the practice of juvenile udon noodles, they went to the most famous local hospital for ear treatment after parting.

The medical technology in this world is quite strong. After paying the money at noon, the eardrums were healed in the evening, and there was no surgery, and only a large-scale machine was used to glance and scan. It was really a powerful medical method.

Wang Xiaoming just came out of the hospital, and felt the hustle and bustle of the outside world again. For the first time, Wang Xiaoming felt that the noise was so pleasant.

Before Wang Xiaoming could appreciate the charm of the voice of all things in detail, a familiar and no longer familiar figure broke the beautiful scenery.

"Wang Xiaoming?" Wang Xiaoming looked at 'Wang Xiaoming' a little confused.

That's right, the one I am most familiar with is myself, and the one who came to Wang Xiaoming is also a "Wang Xiaoming", no matter the clothes, face, or even the arrogant steps, they are exactly the same as Wang Xiaoming's.

"Curator?" The girl's soft voice sounded again, and the girl appeared with the boy, holding two eaten candied haws in her hand.

Wang Xiaoming and 'Wang Xiaoming' looked at the same time, waved at the same time and said: "Hi..."

"Why did you learn how to speak from me!"

……

In the Desa Qiu restaurant, the girl and the boy fell into confusion when they saw the two identical curators.

"It's really difficult." The girl scratched her head in distress, unable to tell at all.

"Which one of you is the real curator?" The girl asked directly, then tilted her head and took a bite of the crystal clear candied haws.

"I am." Wang Xiaoming pointed at himself with a thumbs up.

"It's me, you fake!" 'Wang Xiaoming' snorted coldly and pointed at himself.

"I'm Wang Xiaoming!"

"I am Wang Xiaoming!"

The two looked at each other with hostility in their eyes.

(,! v Fa. Fa... Fa Fa Fa "." "Does that mean one of you is a protozoa?"

Just when everyone was at a loss, the boy suddenly said.

Protozoa, creatures that can pretend to be human beings, and can even copy memories, are extremely difficult to deal with.

"So you are a protozoan." Wang Xiaoming stared at 'Wang Xiaoming' closely, and at the same time confirmed that this is the world of Jiadou.

"You are the one, protozoa!" 'Wang Xiaoming' glared at Wang Xiaoming.

Neither of them accepted the other, so the young man proposed a competition, and whoever won would be the real Wang Xiaoming.

"Okay, I believe that only the deity can complete it." Wang Xiaoming and 'Wang Xiaoming' held hands tightly, and the strength in their hands continued to deepen.

"Happy to accompany you!" 'Wang Xiaoming' also exerted strength in his hands, as powerful as waving his arms, equal to Wang Xiaoming's.

"You..." The girl always felt that it was inappropriate, but seeing that they were full of fighting spirit, she would not interrupt them, so she had no choice but to accept the competition and acted as the referee of the competition.

(End of this chapter)