Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 413 Musicians of National Classical Percussion Instruments

And now,

Fang Zheng, who was talking while walking, immediately noticed how cold it was when he entered the store.

"Hiss, madame, is the air conditioner on in your shop... Eh, no, the air conditioner is off."

Fang Zheng made a fist gesture, showing a surprised expression that I guessed right, "I see. Why doesn't the proprietress turn on the air conditioner? Because the proprietress is mourning a person. That person is called' cold' and died."

As Fang Zheng spoke, he came to Zhang Yuanhai's desk and sat down, waiting for his noodles. At that moment, Fang Zheng turned around and saw Liu Ming, who was struggling to speak, outside the door.

And the back of the lady boss, who was plump, pouting, and focused on noodles, was not as graceful as a young girl in her twenties who had just graduated from college, but the woman at this age was a ripe peach, juicy, juicy, sweet but not greasy, and had a special mature charm that particularly seduced men.

"Madame, don't throw away the noodles that are soaked in your sweat. Wrap them in egg juice and stick them to the bread crumbs. Fry them until they are golden and crispy. The uncle next door is crying." Fang Zheng sat down in his seat, raised his finger and pointed at Zhang Yuanhai, who was at the front desk, and said to the proprietress who was below.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanhai turned his head and looked like a starving ghost. Under his glasses, his eyes glowed with the hungry green light of a wild beast. He was staring straight at the noodles in the pot without blinking.

In that case, he's a starving ghost.

Even the unusually low temperature in the shop was ignored by him, leaving only food in his eyes!

The lady boss, who had been busy, froze when she heard Fang Zheng's words, then turned around with a fake smile and looked at Fang Zheng with a smile, "I don't know what you're talking about. What are you sweating and crying about?"

"No, you know." Fang Zheng was rarely serious. He spoke with certainty and looked at the woman who had turned around.

"Because I saw something in the boss's eyes."

The landlady's expression this time was strangely calm, "What is it?"

"Because in your eyes, I only see my pair of big, watery eyes that will never lie. Eyes are the window to the human heart, so since I am not lying, then there is only one truth, that is, madame, you are lying."

As soon as Fang Zheng entered the shop and passed the proprietress by mistake, Fang Zheng saw a drop of sweat dripping down the proprietress's chin into the pot of noodles.

He's not stupid.

He was really like a little idiot who didn't know anything. His heart, which was not on guard at all, rushed forward.

He really thought he was the same man who didn't know anything three or four months ago.

...

Hearing Fang Zheng's words, the proprietress smiled, her boughs trembling, her heavy chest shaking, and her tall and pretty lower body shaking.

The proprietress was smiling.

Fang Zheng was smiling too.

Two people, one shop, the other outside, were laughing at each other.

Well,

Both of them laughed happily.

Those who didn't know thought they were flirting.

They hooked up with each other.

But only two parties knew the truth.

"Little brother, your mouth is so sweet. Sister, I also saw something in your eyes. Do you know what it is?" The proprietress said with a smile. Her voice was wet and sticky, which could stir up the most itchy chord in a man's heart. However, under the dim lights in the shop, her expression was a little dim and unclear, and she looked a little gloomy and gloomy.

Fang Zheng became interested, "Oh, what is it?"

This time, the proprietress turned around and smiled at Fang Zheng, "Your eyes are telling you, sister. I'm looking at the black backpack that you've been carrying since you entered the store."

"Brother, you say you won't lie to my sister. Can you tell her honestly what's in the black backpack that you haven't left?"

"Sister believes, brother, you won't have the heart to lie to sister, right?"

The proprietress's eyes seemed to be dripping water, and her face was full of peach blossoms. Because it was very hot, her snow-white neck and face were sweating.

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"If the proprietress wants to see it, of course, but before she does, the delivery boy who has been waiting outside the door for a long time seems to have something to say to the proprietress." Fang Zheng picked up his backpack, which was leaning against the table.

Liu Ming was suddenly moved to tears.

God is pitiful.

After all the flirting, you finally remembered that I was a stranger outside the door.

"Lady boss, it's almost time to deliver the order. Could you please cook the beef and rice noodles in the clear soup for me first... And, the rice noodles in your pot have been cooked for too long and are all rotten. Do you need another pot?" Liu Ming, the delivery man, looked at the time and said anxiously.

The proprietress frowned and glanced at Liu Ming outside the door, then picked up the noodles that had been cooked for too long in the pot, packed them casually, and sent Liu Ming away impatiently.

After sending away the delivery man, the proprietress turned around and looked at Fang Zheng again, "Can we talk about it this time?"

"Actually, I am a young man who is nostalgic and likes national classical percussion instruments. The proprietress can call me a national musician." Fang Zheng reached out and patted his guitar backpack, revealing a white grin.

The proprietress was amused and asked, "I wonder what musical instrument my brother is practicing."

"As a musician with a national classical percussion instrument, if I said I had a knife with me as an instrument, wouldn't it be too much?" Fang Zheng put his hand on his guitar backpack and looked at the lady boss at the door.

The proprietress smiled again, "Brother, you are so funny."

"It's been a long time since anyone has been able to make my sister so happy in a row. It's my destiny to meet you today. Since you call me sister, I'll let my sister buy my lovely brother this bowl of noodles for free."

After the proprietress finished speaking, she turned around to do some work. She cooked the noodles, scooped up the noodles with a ladle, and drained the water. One by one, she stacked the pork chops, carrots, celery, soybean sprouts and sprinkled a little onion.

The next step was stir-frying the sauce, and the last step was to pour the stir-fried hot sauce onto the noodles. Two bowls of steaming hot sauce noodles were ready.

When the proprietress was about to pick up two bowls of pork chop fried noodles, she seemed to think of something and grabbed two sauerkraut into the noodles.

But after a moment of hesitation, the proprietress grabbed a large bunch of corianders and put them in one bowl of noodles with soy sauce. Then she carried two bowls of steaming noodles with soy sauce and walked into the shop with a plump body.

Pa,

The fried noodles with less coriander was placed on the table in front of Zhang Yuanhai, and Zhang Yuanhai could not wait to devour them.

Pa,

Only the trenches were filled with two sauerkraut noodles, and the proprietress gently placed them in front of Fang Zheng.

"Brother, this is the noodles made by my sister. Eat it while it's hot."

"...

Fang Zheng looked at the steaming face in front of him and fell silent.

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