Peerless War God in City

The past is like wind.

In the past five years, Haotian forgot a lot of things, but some deep memories are engraved in the heart.

Talking about Liang Xue.

He thought of an interesting thing.

Because they played well, the girl also told him that, Haotian, was not less beaten by the Yanyu cold.

So far, in his mind, there is the girl, who stopped him by the big tree by the river, faltering, said to him with a red face, like him.

Memory is pouring into my heart.

Haotian can't help but walk in.

"Let's go, boy. We're not selling noodles."

Haotian just walked in.

There was a honest, honest middle-aged man, and came out and said to him.

This person.

It is Liang Xue's father, Liang Chen.

Good for people, do business, never short of weight, others sell 10 yuan noodles, he only sold eight yuan, taste and weight, better than others.

"Why?" Asked Haotian curiously.

Liang Chen heard the words, the face showed a bit bitter, the eyes were low.

He sighed and said to Haotian, "I'm sorry, we are closing the noodle shop soon. So we don't sell noodles. If you want to eat, go to another store."

Liang Chen's words surprised Haotian.

As far as he knows, Liang Chen's family has sold noodles in his ancestry. This craft has lasted for hundreds of years. He also loves to make noodles, and even wants Liang Xue to inherit his bowl.

How could he close the door and sell noodles?

"Uncle, I used to be an old customer here. I like the noodles you made. I come back today and come to the taste of that year. Moreover, you have a good opening and good geographical location. How can I close the noodle shop?"

Haotian asked curiously, raising his head.

Liang Chen heard that, the face again bitter: "forget, since it is an old customer, also can not let you come white, wait, I will go for the next last bowl of noodles."

Then he went into the kitchen.

After a while, Liang Chen came out with a bowl of noodles, which was covered with the green onion and thick meat, and wrapped it gently with hot soup.

It is full of color and fragrance, which makes people obsessed.

This one, sure enough, was still five years ago.

A bowl of noodles is soon eaten by Haotian.

Liang Chen and his wife, however, were in the side of the sad face of the pack things, it seems to be really to close the museum.

It's just at this point.

At the door, a violent sound suddenly sounded.

"Liang Chen, not to say, let you go today, you dare to open the door, is it want to die!"

With the sound falling.

A man with a rough face, with a crowd, came in, each with tattoos, evil spirits, at first glance not good.

Liang Chen and his wife heard words, face suddenly scared old white, body trembling, immediately smile face up.

"Tiger master, listen to us to explain..." "

in fact, they are ready to leave, even the things are packed.

Only, Liang Chen heard that Haotian was an old customer, so he stayed for a while, cooked a bowl of noodles for him, and should also leave a stop for his life selling noodles.

Everyone has a career he loves, and Liang Chen loves his career. Although his career is small to others, it is his passion pouring out, and he can fight for it for a lifetime.

But Liang Chen didn't expect that tiger master they came so quickly.