Awakening Failed? It Doesn't Matter, I Am A Cultivator!

Huang Mao, who knew he was in trouble, opened his mouth and was about to say something.

But suddenly I felt like the world was spinning in front of me.

Su Chen didn't even raise his head, turning the chopsticks in his hand.

Huang Mao only felt a powerful force twisting his palms, causing his entire arms and body to rotate, causing his uncontrollable feet to be taken off the ground, and he fell to the sky with a plop on the floor.

"What!"

When the two younger brothers saw that their elder brother was being fucked instead of pretending to be cool, their expressions were stunned for a moment, but after they reacted, they immediately raised their fists and stepped towards Su Chen.

"You dare to touch my brother Huangmao."

"you wanna die"

call out!

A sound broke through the air, passing by their ears.

The burning pain from their cheeks, as if they had been cut by a razor blade, made the two boys stop and subconsciously touch the blood that overflowed from the wound.

The two yellow-haired boys turned around with pale faces and tremblingly, only to see a pair of chopsticks inserted deeply into the wall behind them. The two boys suddenly felt their scalps numb and almost peeed from the shock.

Su Chen turned his head at this moment, his eyes were cold and his voice was indistinguishable, and he spoke emotionally.

"I hate people interrupting me when I'm eating noodles."

"roll!"

.....

"I'm sorry, Brother Xiaochen, for making you laugh."

After Huang Mao ran out of the noodle shop with his two younger brothers, Lao Yang handed him a new pair of chopsticks.

Su Chen took the chopsticks and asked while eating the noodles:

"You can tell me what's going on."

Lao Yang seemed to have been holding back on this matter for a long time, as if he had finally met someone he could talk to. After sighing, he opened the bench with his rough hands and sat across from Su Chen, speaking slowly.

"Brother Xiaochen, you should have heard of Zhang Group."

"Zhang's Group is a large enterprise in our Baiyun City, a large company, mainly engaged in food and restaurant chain stores and other businesses. Many famous restaurants in Baiyun City are opened by their company. It is said that the assets are tens of billions, but we A tyrant in Baiyun City.”

"About half a month ago, people from the Zhang Group took a fancy to my noodle shop and my skills. They wanted to buy my noodle shop and let me work for them."

"But let's not talk about it yet. I have only opened this noodle shop for more than 20 years. I have already had feelings for it and don't want to sell it. Not to mention that the reason why I opened the noodle shop is because I don't want to work for others!"

"It is impossible to work part-time, even in this life, so I rejected their acquisition."

"After I rejected their acquisition, they sent people to negotiate with me two or three times. After that, they became impatient, so they gave some money to the gangsters like Huang Mao and let them find trouble here to harass me all day long. , harassed my customers, slandered the reputation of my noodle shop, and smashed the plates of my noodle shop.”

"You have seen this situation. Even if I can stand it, there will be no problem with my face. I can't stand it when customers like Huang Mao are here."

"Brother Xiaochen, I'm not afraid of your jokes. In fact, as early as yesterday, no one came to my noodle shop. You are the only one who came today. If this continues, maybe I will close the shop before long... .”

As he spoke, even Lao Yang himself laughed out loud at these cowardly remarks, his gray hair rippling slightly.

Su Chen buried his head in the rice.

It seemed that the conversation had opened up, and he finally had a good person to talk to. Lao Yang's reddish eyes were filled with tears, as if he was drunk without alcohol, and he looked at the white ceiling of the noodle shop with a blank look in retrospect, and babbled.

"Brother Xiaochen, do you know."

"Actually, I don't like making noodles."

"A boy's dream, who doesn't want to travel for nine days and strive to be the best in the world."

"But I'm just a noodle maker."

"When I was as old as you, when I knew that I was only awakened to the life-related profession of making noodles, I also thought about resisting, and I also thought about living an ideal life through other ways. Become what you dreamed of.”

"But I failed!"

"In this era of national awakening, as an ordinary person, what kind of profession I awaken to represents what kind of profession I can only do. Other career paths that may give me a little hope will not accept me at all."

"The thing that wants me the most is to ask me to make noodles in various ways!"

"I hate!"

"I hate it, why is my profession a noodle maker!"

"I also want to awaken a powerful combat profession, make my parents happy, honor my ancestors, and become someone else's child in the eyes of my neighbors and relatives, but I'm just a noodle maker..."

"Later I finally realized the reality and just made noodles. Although I woke up early and worked late at night, I was a little tired, but at least I could support myself, my family, and my parents, so I opened this noodle shop."

"Should I say it or not, it's really ironic that the craft I am most resistant to has become my biggest source of support."

"I am truly worthy of awakening to the noodle-making profession. I am indeed very talented in noodle-making. In just a few years, the noodle shop has become a prosperous business with regular customers."

"Don't you think it would be good to work for yourself and slowly expand this noodle shop? If it becomes bigger and stronger, you can create brilliance!"

"But...Brother Xiaochen, I'm just a noodle maker." Lao Yang poured a glass of water and seemed to be really drunk. His tone was vague and he said intermittently:

"Brother Xiaochen, didn't you ask me in the past? My craftsmanship is so good, better than five-star chefs, why don't I open a bigger noodle shop and make it a chain store? With my skills, I can help other restaurants in Baiyun City in the future. Not to mention, there must be a place for me, Lao Yang, in the noodle shop.”

"I didn't answer you then."

"And now...the answer is actually very simple, because I am just a noodle maker!"

"Before me, there are also people who open noodle shops, run businesses...etc., these are middle-to-high-level life-related occupations."

"I can only be responsible for making noodles, and can't do other things!"

"They look down on us at all and just want me to work for them."

"Little people like us at the bottom have no choice, so I can only run such a small noodle shop to support myself and my family. If it is not enough, it will violate their taboos and offend them."

"But it's like this, even if it is like this, my three-thirds of an acre of land will still be plagiarized by them." Lao Yang said angrily, holding his palms covered with traces of time and stained with flour tightly, crying weakly and humiliatingly. Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes.

despair!

Su Chen, who listened quietly, put down his chopsticks.

Lao Yang wiped the tears from Cang Ran's face, turned and walked to the kitchen, brought up another large bowl of noodles, and showed a kind smile.

"Brother Xiaochen, are you not full yet?"

"Perhaps I will close the store tomorrow. Think of this bowl of beef noodles as a gift from me, as a thank you gift for your help just now. Don't refuse. You have been supporting the business of the store for so many years. You As a regular customer, I should treat you to a free bowl of noodles before closing the store.”