After the three yuan and the third, the ministers angered the ceremony and the music collapsed

Chapter 362
He himself hasn't eaten yet, and he has been on the road with high intensity for a day and a half. Even if he is a monk, his body can't bear it at this time.

I found a relatively remote inn and walked in.

This time he didn't want to be disturbed again, or by two such disgusting people.

This inn may be due to its relatively remote location, so there are not even any guests in it.

There is not even a waiter in the store, only a shopkeeper sitting on the counter, dozing off with his head on his hands.

It seems that he doesn't care about whether there are guests, or that there are no guests at all, so the shopkeeper is used to it.

That being the case, I don't know why the shopkeeper wants to open such an inn, it's a money-losing business.

But Wei Xiang didn't care about these, he led the horse and walked in.

Hearing the sound of the horse's hooves stomping on the ground, the shopkeeper who was dozing off opened his eyes.

I saw a tall man in black leading an equally tall horse.

But the shopkeeper didn't go out to greet the guest who came after such a long time, he was still standing inside the counter, waiting for Wei Xiang to walk over.

Wei Xiang didn't care, anyway, as long as he had a room to live in, it had nothing to do with him as to what happened to the people here.

Tether the horse outside and walk in by yourself.

"Shopkeeper, I want an ordinary room."

Walking to the counter, he said to the shopkeeper who seemed to have just woken up, with lazy eyes.

When I got closer, I didn't expect that the shopkeeper's appearance was better than those of the shopkeepers in ordinary inns.

The appearance of the shopkeeper can almost catch up with Wei Xiang, but the height is not enough.

The whole person looked like a weak scholar. If Si Mubai stood beside him, let alone his appearance, even his figure could beat him.

But Wei Xiang didn't care about these, and took out a piece or two of silver from his pocket and handed it to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper reached out to take the money he handed over, yawned, and said in a casual tone.

"You can choose the rooms upstairs."

Anyway, with just him as a guest, the room is unknowingly empty, and there won't be any guests coming from behind.

Wei Xiang nodded, and then asked, "Do you have anything to eat here?"

"Yes, what do you want to eat, I will make it for you later."

"casual."

After throwing down two words and another tael of silver, Wei Xiang went upstairs.

As soon as he walked up the stairs, as if thinking of something, he turned around again and said to the shopkeeper.

"My horse, please feed him some food."

The shopkeeper nodded.

Then he dragged his lazy pace, walked outside, and led the horse to the stable.

Then dragged up a bag next to it and poured some weeds into it, anyway, it would be enough to feed the horse.

As for what Wei Xiang wanted to eat.

After feeding the horse, the slightly handsome man of the showcase walked outside the inn again.

I ordered two bowls of noodles in clear soup at the stall next to me, and took them away with the noodles and bowls.

The hawker at the stall didn't say anything either, it seemed that he often came here to eat.

Wei Xiang went upstairs and chose a room at will, without any intention of taking advantage of the inn. Although he chose at random, he still chose a relatively small room.

The shopkeeper returned to the inn with two bowls of noodles, put the noodles on the table, and then yelled upstairs.

"Guest officer, come down for dinner."

Wei Xiang rushed down after hearing the sound, and saw that the shopkeeper had already started eating.

Next to him was a bowl of noodles, probably his.

But these two bowls of noodles don't look like he cooked them himself.

Forget it, as long as you can eat it.

Wei Xiang walked over, picked up a bowl of noodles and sat opposite the shopkeeper to eat.

The taste of this noodle looks like it was bought from a stall outside.

You shouldn't be able to put so many seasonings if you make it yourself.

But it is enough to fill the stomach, but this bowl of noodles is not enough.

After eating this bowl of noodles three times, five times and two times, I still don't feel full.

The shopkeeper glanced at him, didn't speak, picked up his bowl and went out silently, and bought another bowl for him.

Come to the stall and say to the vendor.

"Uncle Lin, have another bowl of noodles."

The peddler called Uncle Lin looked up at him, then smiled.

"Hey, why did you eat so much today?"

"I come to you to eat every day on weekdays. Don't you know my appetite? There is a guest in this inn, and he can't get enough of a bowl of noodles."

"Hey, your inn that hasn't seen a single guest for ten thousand years can be regarded as opened."

"Yeah, I finally have a guest today, Uncle Lin, you have to make the noodles better, otherwise I will cry when the last guest runs away because the noodles are not delicious."

The shopkeeper was standing by the stall joking with the peddler. The peddler's hands and feet were also quick, and a bowl of noodles in clear soup came out of the pot very quickly.

"Okay, I put some extra noodles for you, so you don't have to cry, just take it away."

The hawker handed the noodles to the shopkeeper and told him to take the noodles away quickly.

The shopkeeper didn't have any ink marks, so he picked up the noodles and went back to the inn.

"In terms of money accounting, the old rule is to pay at the end of the month."

The peddler waved his hand to show that he knew, and it seemed that the two were old partners.

As long as guests come to the inn and want to eat, the meals are served from here, including the shopkeeper himself, who also eats here for a long time.

The barracks in the inn were all dusty, but the innkeeper obviously had no intention of cooking.

In his opinion, a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, and if a big man cooks when he has nothing to do, it is an insult to his status as a gentleman.

Holding the noodles and going to the inn, Wei Xiang was still sitting at the table.

Just now the shopkeeper took his bowl and walked out without saying a word, not knowing what he was doing.

But his intuition told him that the shopkeeper was going to meet him again.

Sure enough, after sitting at the table for a while, he saw the shopkeeper walking away with the bowl he ate just now, which was already full of noodles.

The slightly good-looking shopkeeper put the bowl full of noodles in front of Wei Xiang.

"Eat."

Wei Xiang was not polite either, thanked him, and started to eat in big mouthfuls.

After another big bowl of noodles, the hunger in my stomach subsided.

After eating the noodles, Wei Xiang asked the shopkeeper again.

"Shopkeeper, do you have a genius doctor in Cloud City?"

There is always nothing wrong with asking more questions.

But who would have thought that the slightly good-looking shopkeeper curled his lips and said with disdain on his face.

"What kind of genius doctor is just someone who is trying to catch fame."

Wei Xiang raised his eyebrows, the shopkeeper's statement is different from others'.

Originally, when he met the son of the genius doctor just now, and saw that he was so arrogant, and even said that the city lord would have to be theoretical, he thought that the genius doctor should have two brushes.

Otherwise, why would the city lord give three points of courtesy?

(End of this chapter)