Chapter 4803: Snatched lines
However, until the white belly appeared in the east and the rooster crowed, the three were still strolling in the street.
Zhao Sheng couldn't stand it any longer, and grabbed Feng Chenglin's sleeves like a beg for help.
"I said Feng Chenglin, you can do it well, for the sake of my body injury, please forgive me... This night, we walked back and forth three times..."
Feng Chenglin was also a little frustrated: "You shut up!"
He wasn't particularly ignorant, of course he knew that they had walked back and forth three times.
But the point is, after all this three times, he still doesn't know what Ling Luoyu is looking for.
"I... I can't stand this body..."
Before Zhao Sheng's words were finished, a clear "click" came from them.
A simple and quaint door opened, revealing a yawning head.
"Who is talking this morning..."
The speaker was a middle-aged man in his forties, and he was taken aback when he saw the two.
"You are……"
Before Feng Chenglin could speak, Zhao Sheng couldn't wait to say: "Brother, we are passing by and want to find a place to eat..."
"Eating? A hundred steps ahead, there is a small noodle restaurant. If it doesn't open, knock on the door..." The man shrank his head and closed the courtyard door.
Zhao Xing frowned pitifully: "Mr. Feng, you can talk to Mr. Ling, let's go to dinner... It's been a whole night..."
The two were beaten up, neither eating nor hungry.
He is a mortal, very hungry!
Don’t get killed without being injured and starve to death again, that would be inappropriate!
"Eating..." Feng Chenglin muttered, looking at Ling Luoyu ahead.
seriously!
He is hungry too!
just--
"Huh? Where's the third master?"
Where is the shadow of Ling Luoyu ahead?
Zhao Xing swallowed, "Didn't you mean... there is a noodle restaurant in front of you? It's not that Mr. Ling himself was hungry, so he knocked on the door of that noodle restaurant and ate first?"
Otherwise, where else can people go in this blink of an eye?
Sure enough, when the two of them were searching all the way, they finally found Ling Luoyu in a small noodle restaurant shrunken in the corner.
As soon as he entered the door, Feng Chenglin saw the steaming hot tea in front of her: "San Shao, you are not kind... We just..."
"Guest, three bowls of hot noodle soup you want..."
With a loud singing and drinking, all of Feng Chenglin's complaints disappeared.
"Three young masters, I know you are the best... When no one is seen, it must be a trick for us..."
Zhao Sheng smoked his mouth: "..."
Don't dare to stop nodding face! ?
This seems to be his line! ?
Ling Luoyu didn't take the wind into the forest: "Old man, I have to trouble you, and I will serve us three more bowls. My two friends were starving all night..."
"It's easy to talk, I'll get it for you..."
The old man above smiled, carefully wiped the chopsticks in the veil before handing it to the three of them.
"Actually, I am the soup base of a century-old soup. After you take a sip, you want to have a second sip..."
When Zhao Sheng took the chopsticks, he was a little disgusted: "Well... can you bring me some water?"
This chopsticks are wiped with a kerchief?
Seriously, it feels okay if you don't wipe it, it's even worse with one wipe!
It's better to wash with some water!
Who knows——
Ling Luoyu picked up the noodles with his chopsticks, squinting at him with cold eyes, "What do you want water for?"
