Mojun Restaurant

"Master, I'm tired after walking for so long, why not eat a bowl of noodles here." The young man holding the sword said to the carriage behind him.

The green cloth curtain of the carriage was lifted, and an old man with gray hair glanced at the half-old signboard of the noodle shop, and thought that the shop looked quite simple and should not be too expensive, so he nodded, "Okay, Since everyone is hungry, let's eat something first, just next to the Changfeng Inn, Haisheng will book two rooms, and Haiping will go and see what the noodle restaurant has to eat."

"Yes, Master."

Holding back the joy in his heart, Meng Haiping quickly jumped out of the car and ran towards the noodle shop.

He knew that the name "Meng Haiping" made people feel powerless to complain. Of course he didn't call it that at first, but when he crossed over to this world, he was a young boy in his early ten years old. After being picked up by Meng Zhizhou, the head of the Lake Sword Sect, the memory of his body was named Meng Haiping.But no matter what, Meng Haiping is better than Meng Haisheng, Meng Haisheng sounds like dreaming about sea cucumbers.

"Yangchun noodles...it's really Yangchun noodles!" Meng Haiping looked at the "menu" hanging on the wall, and it was clearly written, "A bowl of Yangchun noodles is ten coins", and suddenly felt like crying.

He looked at Sanwu who was struggling to knead the noodles at the side. Because the store was not big, Sanwu was the cook and entertained guests by himself, and it was not troublesome to make Yangchun noodles, so Sanwu made it at the side, facing each other. There are four tables of Eight Immortals neatly arranged.

But it was still early, and there were no customers in the store.

"Brother, Yangchun noodles?" Meng Haiping said cautiously, as if he was giving some kind of secret signal.

Sanwu looked at him blankly, "Yes, Yangchun noodles, ten cents a bowl."

"...Why is your noodles called Yangchun noodles?"

This is a good question, and Sanwu was stunned by the success.

He didn't expect someone to ask him this question, so he answered honestly, "Yangchun noodles are Yangchun noodles, why should there be why?"

Meng Haiping was confused by his answer, "Isn't your Yangchun noodles named after you?"

"Of course not, it was originally called Yangchun noodles."

"Who taught you how to make Yangchun noodles?"

Sanwu immediately remembered the answer Jun Shang taught him, "My ancestors have always made Yangchun noodles, so it is naturally a family tradition."

Meng Haiping became extremely disappointed in an instant.

family history?Could it be that a fellow countryman traveled to this world many years ago and left behind the practice of Yangchun noodles?

This should be the most likely, this boy obviously doesn't look like a time traveler.

While disappointed, Meng Haiping said to Sanwu: "Then let's have four bowls of Yangchun noodles."

"okay."

When Jair Fei came to the store, he happened to see four guests sitting at a table, they were Meng Haiping, his master and his disciples.

This should be regarded as the first business opened, so Jair Fei took a few extra glances at the four of them as a matter of course, especially after Sanwu quietly transmitted the matter to him just now, he even looked directly at Meng Haiping.

What's going on, is this another time traveler?

In fact, among the four, Meng Haiping is particularly conspicuous. His handsome appearance with sword eyebrows and star eyes is really a chivalrous demeanor. If you change the dusty and coarse clothes on his body, he will look like the protagonist of a standard martial arts novel. .

Compared with him, the other two men, one old and one young, looked very mediocre. On the contrary, the only girl among the four was pretty and pretty.

"Ten cents a bowl is still a bit expensive." Meng Zhizhou sighed.

Meng Haisheng told the truth: "After all, this is Los Angeles City, not our Qi County. The price is already very cheap."

The younger junior sister Meng Haiyue with a slightly more lively personality laughed, "Yes, the inn next to it also sells food. I saw that the thick noodle steamed buns cost three pennies each. Although the noodles in this noodle shop don't have many ingredients, the noodles are very rich. It’s fine white noodles.”

They were talking, waiting on Sanwu, only Meng Haiping was a little lost in thought, although he was also grumbling with hunger, but at this moment he was caught in memories, and unexpectedly ignored the burning feeling of hunger.

Jair Fei observed carefully, and it was easy to judge that the financial situation of the four masters and apprentices was not very good, probably because there was almost no money left except for each of them and a long sword.

It seems that this time traveler is not doing well.

After living with Li Qingyuan for ten years, Jair Fei has lost the excitement of meeting the "old town". He observed this new fellow township quite calmly, thinking that there are always more stories about ordinary time travelers. Knowing what a peculiar growth trajectory this person has.

And he observed Meng Haiping and the other four, and the eyes of the four over there more or less fell on him, especially the pretty little junior sister, who secretly glanced at Jair Fei, and turned out to be blushing, and his behavior was deliberate. Much quieter.

Just looking at the old coarse cloth clothes on his body, Jairfina's long coat of excellent quality and the fur cape that looked very expensive at first glance, he was very ashamed for a while.

The four of them were strangers to Jairfei, and Jairfei looked like a rich man, so it was difficult for them to approach and talk to each other, so they just sat each other.

At this moment, Sanwu was ready, and a strange strong fragrance began to spread in the room. Even Meng Haiping, who was absent-minded just now, was attracted by this fragrance and couldn't help moving his nose.

"It smells so good." Meng Haiyue couldn't help but say.

Meng Haiping looked at the noodles brought by Sanwu, the noodle soup was as clear as water, inside were thin white noodles neatly stacked, and some green onions that looked like emerald segments were sprinkled on the surface, green and white, clean and distinct.

"It's really Yangchun noodles in clear soup..." Meng Haiping thought, picked up the chopsticks and stirred it lightly, and the three people beside him had already started eating "hululu". I couldn't help swallowing, and then I took a chopstick noodle and put it into my mouth.

Just the first bite almost brought tears to his eyes!

Perhaps no one can understand that he has traveled to this world for almost six years, and he misses the food of the modern world almost every moment. He thought that he would never eat such delicious food again in this life.

Or even if there are real delicacies in this world, he can't afford them, because the whole Lake Sword faction is so poor that they are almost like pants!

Who knew that today, this mouthful of Yangchun noodles moved him so much that he was almost sobbing.

The Yangchun noodles of ten pennies made him seem to have gained a second life!

Wisps of smoke invisible to the four gathered in the direction of Sanwu, obviously the appetites of the four were completely aroused, and Meng Haiping's appetite was the strongest among them.

... The appetite levels of those who have eaten good food and those who have not eaten good food are indeed different.

And the smell of food in the room soon attracted other diners, especially the old man Wang in Los Angeles is going to have a big birthday recently, many people from the rivers and lakes rushed here, and they happened to live in the Changfeng Inn next door, but the Changfeng Inn The food is really not good, these Jianghu people are hungry and want to find a place to eat, when they go out, they can smell the aroma from Yangchun noodle restaurant.

"Hiss, this side looks good, and ten pennies is not expensive."

"It's clear soup with little water, it doesn't look very hungry."

"A bowl of noodles for ten cents, or fine noodles, do you still expect to add some meat to you?"

"It does look a bit too modest, Boss, do you sell other products here? Some marinated noodles are also good, how can you be full with such a bowl of noodles!"

Sanwu shook his head when he heard the question, "I only sell Yangchun noodles here."

"Okay, then give me a bowl, more noodles!"

"Why do you still want to eat a pot of noodles with ten pennies? I think this little boss is just doing a small business, so don't make things difficult for others."

"indeed."

"Hey, isn't that the head of the dream? The head of the dream, how does it taste?"

Meng Zhizhou Hululu drank up all the noodle soup before replying: "Delicious! Delicious! I have never eaten such delicious noodles!"

"Hahaha, this old dream! You can brag for other bosses, but you don't have to go too far, right?"

Many people in Jianghu have a bold temperament, and they couldn't help laughing out loud when they heard Meng Zhizhou's praise.

Originally there were only four tables for the Eight Immortals in this hall, Meng Haiping, his teacher and his disciples took up one, and Yafei sat alone in the corner table, and the other seven or eight other Jianghu guests just happened to sit at the other two tables, but they didn't come. Squeezing with Jairfina, in fact, Jairfina's overall attire looks quite out of place with the rest of the people in the hall.

And when he ate the bowl of Yangchun noodles with special "ingredients" slowly and gracefully, the four men, Meng Haiping, his master and his apprentice had already eaten the noodles cleanly, and they wished they could lick the whole bowl.

After eating a bowl, the four of them had no choice but to get up and leave reluctantly. Sanwu cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and the table could receive other guests.

Jair Fei looked at Meng Haiping's back, this fellow's appetite...was delicious, a hundred times better than that guy Li Qingyuan's!

Sure enough, eating those messy desires will cause indigestion, only the appetite is really delicious.

His gaze was still fixed on Meng Haiping's broad and straight back. Not to mention, this fellow not only provided him with a delicious meal, but his appearance and figure are really top-notch. He deserves to be a martial arts practitioner. Character.

But suddenly a white shadow broke into the field of vision, directly blocking Meng Haiping completely, making him invisible again.

"Why are you here again?" Jair Fei became annoyed when he saw this man, "I thought you had already gone back."

They made good days for him all the way and sent him to Luocheng, Wuzhou. Why hasn't this guy returned to Jiuchongtian yet?

The person who came was Cang Yuan, who was dressed in white clothes like snow. As soon as he came in, the room was immediately silent for a moment, as if this person had a sound-cancelling effect whenever he appeared.

He sat across from Jairfei, and said to Sanwu seriously, "Give me a bowl of Yangchun noodles."

Sanwu: "..." Looking at his family's Junshang eagerly, do you want to do it for this guy?

Jair Fei narrowed his eyes, paused before nodding towards San Wu.

A long time ago, Cang Yuan would occasionally eat the food made by Wanbao Restaurant. Yafei likes these human delicacies very much, but Cang Yuan, an immortal like Cang Yuan, never responds calmly.

This guy was extremely picky, and Jair Fei felt that if he hadn't been born as a fairy, he might have starved to death.

Not long after, the faces of those quacks, and Cang Yuan's face here.

However, the noodle bowls for those Jiang Hu customers were normal blue and white porcelain bowls in the store, while the noodle bowl for Cang Yuan was the same as Jair Fei’s. It seemed nothing special, just an ordinary white porcelain bowl. It is a real Qiongyuan jade bowl, and the chopsticks are made of Longxian wood, which are always prepared in Wanbao restaurants.

Cang Yuan looked at the bowls and chopsticks and picked them up to eat naturally, but Jair Fei was taken aback for a moment.

He had almost completely forgotten that in the early years when he spent time preparing special bowls, chopsticks, plates, wine glasses and spoons for himself in Wanbao Restaurant, he specially prepared an identical set for Cang Yuan's use.

For example, on Jairfei's bowls and chopsticks, there is a small and inconspicuous "fei" printed on the bottom of the chopsticks. Cangyuan's set has the word "Yuan" printed on it. This kind of romance in details, but Cang Yuan never cared about it at that time.

"It feels too embarrassing for Sanwu to throw away all his things now. Besides, these things are very expensive, so I don't want to throw them away. Let him use them first. When I return to the Demon Realm in the past, I will find a way to trust them." Sell ​​the things. The things used by Xianjun Cangyuan must be very easy to sell, after all, there are a lot of fans in Cangyuan in the fairy world."

After thinking this way, Jair Fei bit his chopsticks and stopped worrying about the bowl and chopsticks.

Anyway, he doesn't suffer, and in the future... he won't suffer again.