I, the destiny villain, just want to be ruined

Chapter 117

"Hey, young master, let me tell you, the noodles in this house are delicious, and I often come here to eat and drink. A

sergeant walked into the inn with a boy about seven or eight years old, and shouted.

"Hey, Lao Guo, come to two bowls of Yangchun noodles, ask for a big bowl, and then two catties of braised beef, two taels of white wine. A

middle-aged man at the inn counter heard the sergeant's voice and a smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, Master Liu, why did you rest so early today?"

The middle-aged man seemed to be very familiar with this sergeant, and walked over with a smile.

"This son has an extraordinary bearing, Master Liu, if I guess correctly, isn't it?" Liu

Zhengxin laughed: "Hey, Lao Guo, you are smart, young master, this is Lao Guo." The

boy looked up at the smiling middle-aged man.

Facing all kinds of guests all year round, this man seems a little exquisite.

Chunyanglou Inn is also one of the few places in the Snow Night City where you can eat and drink.

After a while, two bowls of Yangchun noodles were served.

"Young master, let me tell you, don't look at this Yangchun noodle as ordinary, it's actually delicious.

As he spoke, Liu Zhengxin brought Yangchun noodles to the son, and also opened a clove of garlic.

"If you don't eat garlic when you eat noodles, the fragrance is less than half, young master, you can try it."

The boy glanced at the noodles in front of him, which was not a little worse than the delicacies he ate in the City Lord's Mansion, but he thought that his father had said that he wanted to experience the life of a sergeant, so he picked up his chopsticks and took a bite.

But it was this mouthful that the taste was completely engraved in Childe's mind.

......

"I swung my knife a thousand times today, I can't finish my practice, and I'm not allowed to eat. The

middle-aged man just said lightly, and then turned to leave.

This kind of training intensity is nothing for a young adult.

But the person in front of him was only a seven or eight-year-old child.

Sure enough, he didn't finish it, but by the time he reached seven or eight hundred strokes, his hands were already swollen.

But Childe didn't choose to give up, but kept swinging the knife.

Rao is arm is sore, Rao is no longer able to lift, and he has not given up.

By the time the knife had been swung a thousand times, it was already dark.

At this time, there is probably nothing in the kitchen.

At this time, a taste suddenly came to mind in the child's mind.

According to his previous memories, Childe left the City Lord's Mansion and came to an inn.

At this time, inside the inn, the innkeeper was calculating today's income with an abacus.

Suddenly, the innkeeper looked up and saw Childe at the door.

"Come here. The

boss waved at Childe, who walked into the house.

"Isn't this the childe, what's the matter?"

the boss squatted in front of the childe and asked with a smile.

Before Childe could speak, there was a sudden gurgling sound in his stomach.

When the boss heard this, he didn't say anything, and carried his son to a chair and walked into the back kitchen.

Soon, the boss walked out with a bowl of Yangchun noodles and thoughtfully dripped a few drops of sesame oil.

Looking at the Yangchun noodles in front of him, Childe no longer had patience and began to eat directly.

The boss looked at the son in front of him and smiled helplessly.

After eating, Childe touched his body, and then took out a jade pendant.

"Okay, okay, it's just a bowl of noodles, you give me this, I can't find it.

"Dad said that it is not easy for anyone, you can't eat and drink for nothing, I must give money. The

boss looked at the jade pendant and thought for a while: "Then you have to come to eat noodles often in the future." Since

then, Chunyanglou Inn has had one more frequent customer.

One can often see a gorgeously dressed boy sitting in a corner with a bowl of Yangchun noodles in front of him.

Regardless of wind and rain, it seems that every evening, you can see it.

There are also many people who speculate about the identity of this teenager.

......

One day, the sky was overcast, and the inn's business was not very good.

Generally speaking, in this kind of weather, ordinary inns will close early to rest.

But Chunyang Tower is still wide open.

"Boss, who are you waiting for? A

guy walked up to the boss and brought a cup of hot tea.

The boss took a sip: "It's nothing, you go and rest first."

After the guy left, the boss looked at the empty street and muttered.

"Really, not coming?" Just

as the boss was about to get up and close the door, a voice came from outside.

"Well, is there still a face?"

the boss turned his head and saw the young figure.

The boss smiled: "Yes, no matter when, there is." "

......

I don't know how many springs and autumns have passed, and the young man has really become a handsome son.

A bowl of Yangchun noodles went down, and Childe smacked his lips when he looked at the noodles.

"Lao Guo, you said, I couldn't finish this bowl of noodles before, and now I can't eat enough. The

boss who was settling accounts at the counter smiled: "Because you have grown up, Childe." Indeed

, ten years have passed, and Childe has become a heartthrob in Snow Night City.

In the snowy night city, almost all the big girls and little daughters-in-law have a secret promise to their son.

However, it seems that the only thing that can make this son worry is this bowl of Yangchun noodles.

While eating the sauce beef, while listening to the chatter of the people around him, Childe also showed a slight smile on his face.

"Okay, Lao Guo, I'm done eating, I'm leaving. "

Childe didn't think about paying, and he didn't think about how.

The jade pendant from ten years ago has not been spent even now.

......

Looking at the steaming Yangchun noodles in front of him, Blood Hongchen couldn't help but be a little stunned.

"Childe, what do you want?" beside

Blood Hongchen, Liu Zhengxin asked.

Blood Hongchen came back to his senses, and there was not the slightest change in expression on his face.

"It's nothing, it's just a little reminiscent of the past.

Liu Zhengxin sighed, and he didn't know what Blood Hongchen was talking about, so he picked up Yangchun noodles and took a bite.

"Hey, that's the taste, young master, that's the taste.

Liu Zhengxin's face showed surprise.

"It's the same taste as it was at the beginning, hey, it's not lost, it's really good. With

that, Liu Zhengxin began to eat in a big gulp.

And Blood Hongchen looked at Yang Chunmian in front of him and smiled slightly.

"Hey, how nice it would be if you were just the owner of Chunyang Building.

"That way, I won't have to catch you with my own hands, and I'll have to kill you with my own hands later."

Thinking of this, Blood Hongchen shook his head, and for some reason, his eyes were a little ruddy.

He picked up Yangchun noodles and took a bite.

It's still the same taste, it's still so delicious, but I don't know why, it's so hard to swallow this time.

The heat of Yangchun noodles curled and floated on the face of the blood red dust.

From the chin of the blood red dust, a drop of liquid is dropped.

"This noodle is so spicy. "