Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 620 Rose Festival 49
When He Xiaoman asked the little girl again what kind of noodles she wanted to eat, she still said in the same tone as yesterday: "I will eat whatever you eat."

He Xiaoman looked at the little girl's hand, then asked her if she could eat spicy food, she looked at He Xiaoman in a daze and asked, "What is spicy food?"

He Xiaoman's heart was sour again, and he didn't know if she had never eaten it, or if she had eaten it before and couldn't remember it, Feng Che said that the memories of these real NPCs were all chaotic, and in the days of infinite repetition, they were even foolish and insane. I can't do it, all I have are endless years of ten years and messy memories.

Blinking his eyes hard twice, suppressing the disobedient liquid rushing inside, He Xiaoman turned around and asked Feng Che, "What does Master Che want to eat?"

Feng Che's face was a little gloomy, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You have the final say."

So three bowls of Jinshui cold noodles were placed in front of them.

It was one of He Xiaoman's favorite snack bars in the past. The shop has a small frontage, in a muddy and chaotic small market, with a pork shop and a five-yuan-a-head hairdresser's shop on both sides.

Different from the sweet and sour cold noodles that are popular in Northeast China, this cold noodle is salty and fragrant.

Half a hard-boiled egg on light yellow cold noodles with moderate hardness, garnished with shredded kelp and spicy cabbage, two slices of sauced beef, the top is the special sauce of the shop, chopped chili peppers and chopped green onion with light soy sauce and seasoning The oil is soaked and drizzled over the side dish, next to a small pile of fried crispy peanuts, piled with a few coriander leaves.

The color of the noodle soup is very similar to Kunshan Aozao noodles, but it is cold soup. If you ignore the noodles and side dishes inside, it looks a bit like a bowl of sour plum soup that relieves heat.

Feng Che picked two noodles and put them into his mouth, they were both delicious and spicy, refreshing and appetizing.

The little girl also held her noodles with her finger-bone-only hands, and the blue-rimmed white porcelain bowl had heart-wrenching bloody handprints on it.

The three people each held their own big bowls and started at the same time.

Feng Che looked at He Xiaoman, and silently said thank you.

He now understands why He Xiaoman chose this bowl of cold noodles instead of seafood noodles.

The little girl's hands couldn't peel the seafood by herself, and He Xiaoman was worried that her "hands" wouldn't be able to bear the heat, so she made a bowl of cold noodles.

Although neither of them had much appetite, the little girl ate half a boiled egg in almost two bites, and after carefully tasting the sauce with chopsticks, she smiled for the first time: "Spicy, delicious. "

She used chopsticks to stir up the small pile of sauce, evenly melted into the whole bowl of noodle soup, and then ate it in big mouthfuls.

She ate in a whirlwind manner but with a sense of solemnity, and even drank the last sip of soup in the noodle bowl.

Maybe the bowl of noodles that He Xiaoman is used to every day is a luxury she would rather give up her flesh and blood to get. The ordinary life that He Xiaoman is accustomed to is the happiness she dreams of.

On impulse, He Xiaoman once wanted to take out all the remaining bowls of noodles to the little girl, but firstly, the little girl might not be willing to be pitied by others, and secondly, she was also afraid that these noodles would cause unnecessary trouble for the little girl , What's more, these noodles can't be stored, and the noodles will become lumpy if you can't finish a meal.

The two left after eating the noodles. When they walked out of the flower garden, the little girl murmured in a low voice close to them: "During the day, Rose Town; at night, Bajiazi; during the day, Rose Town, and at night, Bajiazi."

It's like a person muttering to himself when he's bored.

When he walked far away, He Xiaoman looked back unexpectedly, and the little girl in the flower field was also staring at them.

It's the sixth day.

In the first five days of staying in the hotel, He Xiaoman was tense almost all the time except for the first day when he barely slept well. The hotel was too depressing, whether it was the color, the smell or the inside. The sounds of sauce brewing are all disgusting, coupled with the high level of mental tension, almost every sound will be conditioned to open your eyes to look at it. Under such circumstances, the water surface is nothing less than a kind of torment.

He Xiaoman felt that this dungeon was very ironic.

You can't sleep peacefully in a romantic and warm hotel, and the most comfortable place to sleep is actually the coffin.

The two continued to use the previous method to beat the puppet away with the hammer, and they took the opportunity to enter the room.

In the lobby on the first floor, everything was as it was yesterday. Those paper figurines, paper horse wreaths and flower cards that had been smashed to pieces by a hammer had returned to their original state, scattered all over the place, as if they had never been here yesterday.

Without the previous groping, the two went straight to the stairs on the first floor, and soon re-entered the room where the coffin was stored on the second floor.

But the thing that sealed the coffin board really disappeared, and it seemed that the idea of ​​getting some snacks for Xiao Hei was shattered.

Disappointed, He Xiaoman gradually understood what the little girl meant.

Because Bajiazi only has coffins and paper bundles, and there is no grass in the narrow yard behind the front house, not to mention flowers, so it can be understood that real flowers cannot grow inside the coffin.

Because it is not sure whether everyone who does not receive the flowers after midnight will be regarded as having failed to complete the task by default, and needs to be organized to assign people, Feng Che decided to give the flowers to He Xiaoman at 11 o'clock to avoid accidents.

In this way, he also avoided the long seven-hour debilitating period. One must know that Difu would come back at dawn, and Feng Che's children's shoes hadn't expired at that time.

It is very dangerous for He Xiaoman to face the rotten people who have been wandering all night and rushed back to their lair.

He Xiaoman looked at the huge Queen Rose in his hand, and was a little bit dumbfounded.

She never thought that one day she would accept a rose from an old man who was thousands of years older than herself in a big dark coffin.

She decided to hate Rose all her life, and if anyone dared to give her roses in the future, He Xiaoman would chop the roses into QR codes with a kitchen knife.

Knowing that the smell of this kind of flower will have a certain destructive effect, He Xiaoman doesn't care about it. Feng Che will probably be affected, and the two of them are now in such a state that they have to uncover the coffin to complete it. He Xiaoman So after the task was refreshed, the Queen of Roses was thrown into her own misty space and wrapped up.

It smells disgusting, looks disturbing, and takes up space.

"Why did you suddenly become brave yesterday? You actually confronted the NPC directly?" Anyway, they couldn't sleep for the time being, and the two of them started the awkward chat mode.

"My butler told me."

He Xiaoman answered calmly.

Bubu’s original words are: “They can kidnap you into this game by violating the rules and operating in the dark. If you don’t follow the rules first, don’t blame Bubulaipi later. It’s the players who need to abide by the rules, but our house is full of homeowners. "

In the end, the little guy said even more arrogantly: "As long as you don't get trapped to death by those bastards, the rules will be broken at will, and I will take care of it if there is a problem!"

He Xiaoman looked at the line of words on the light curtain, and then posted a picture: Awesome, cross your waist.jpg
(End of this chapter)