Cannon fodder: The villain is forced to resign

Chapter 141 That terrible noodle stall 1

"Stop! Don't run!"

Qi Yuan just opened his eyes, the night was thick in front of him, the wind was blowing randomly on his face, the ground under the street lamp was covered with a thin layer of snow, and the ground was a little slippery.

[Host! Turn the corner quickly! There is an urban management officer behind you!]

Qi Yuan's consciousness gradually returned, and he quickly turned the handle of the tricycle with quick eyesight and hands. The edge of the tricycle hit the light pole on the side of the road, almost causing sparks to appear.

Qi Yuan accelerated steadily without squinting, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the urban management officer whose rearview mirror was thrown away. He said, "I think back then, I was a car god."

[Come on, host, receive the information quickly.]

The original owner was a liberal arts student who graduated from a top university. Due to the fierce competition for jobs and poor psychological quality, the original owner found seven jobs in five months. He couldn't bear the pressure and resigned. His confidence was frustrated, so he directly took over his grandma's noodle stall.

Be a free and self-employed person.

The original owner opened a noodle stall for ten days with the idea of ​​living a simple life, but she was found by her biological parents, who took her home.

Originally, the original owner thought that good times had come, but she was sent to the moody villain's house and asked her to please the villain, otherwise she would send someone to kill the grandmother who raised the original owner. The original owner did so, but was thrown out by the villain that night. On her way home

, the original owner was raped to death by a gang of gangsters.

"Does this XX mean what I think it means?"

It's past ten o'clock in the evening, and the winter night is particularly dark and lonely.

[Host!!! Please stop your dangerous thoughts! We are here to experience, not to learn how to commit a perfect crime!]

The little girl was young, worried and scared, "Sister, don't hurt anyone, or you will go to jail."

"You are still smart!"

The old lady picked up the roasted sweet potatoes and placed them on the edge of the outer ring of the stove.

Qi Yuan held the handle of the tricycle, facing the falling snow particles, and returned home according to the memory of the original owner.

The heroine of the world is a real daughter who grew up in the countryside and wore all kinds of vests. She was taken back to the city in high school, beat her face and lost her vest, and joined the male protagonist to reach the peak of life.

Villain information cannot be queried.

Qi Yuan stretched out his hand to warm himself by the stove, looked at the living room environment, and gained some understanding of the original owner's house. One word, "poor".

Qi Yuan made a move, was she not... cooked?

The yellow-haired man was boasting to himself and didn't pay attention to Qi Yuan's reaction. Qi Yuan thought for a second and still felt that her craftsmanship was fine. After all, she made it according to the memory of the original owner. The original owner had a good reputation for making noodles, so she must be fine too.

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The yellow-haired boy was not stingy. He took out his cell phone and pressed a few times, "Little boss, after paying twenty, we will treat you as a friend. Just call me Brother Kai, hehe."

【...Host, are you suspecting the wrong person?】

After cooking for a while, Qi Yuan estimated that it was almost done, turned off the heat, took the prepared bowl, and filled three bowls.

"Okay, stop looking at your phone and try the little boss's cooking. The noodles made by the little boss are the best on this street!"

First hack the surrounding surveillance systems, then put on gloves without leaving fingerprints or images. As for the alibi, use...

The old lady's steps are steady but slow, her old words are full of kindness, her gray hair is a little sparse, and the wrinkles in her smile tell a story.

"Let it dry for a while before eating it. Don't wait for it to cool down. It won't taste good when it's cold. Just let it dry for a while. Then eat it while it's still hot. It's so sweet..."

Qi Yuan dug out a piece of lard, put it into the pot, stirred it constantly, smelled the smell, and had some doubts. Is there any problem with the original owner's craftsmanship?

[World Mission One: The original owner’s long-cherished wish: inherit grandma’s noodle stall, and if possible, please help every girl in danger. World Mission Two: Weaken the power of the villain. World Mission Three: Defeat the villain.]

The system screamed and became furious. Qi Yuan's thoughts made it feel confused about its future. It suddenly remembered that the villain in the previous world was killed by her herself, wasn't it?

Entering the small courtyard, I quietly opened the wooden door. The lights in the living room were on, and the eight-watt incandescent lamp was a little dim. There was a stove burning in the middle of the living room, and a pot of boiling water sat there.

Qi Yuan put down the bowl, and a yellow-haired man raised his head, his eyes lingering on Qi Yuan's chest and waist, "Thank you, little boss, for giving us something to eat."

Qi Yuan looked at the three yellow-haired men wailing on the ground, "It's easy for them."

[Yes. Host, please focus on the key points and continue to receive world information.]

The tricycle couldn't be driven in, so we had to lock it in a simple carport outside. We locked the tricycle, put away the key, and entered the alley.

"Look at you like this, be careful that the little boss doesn't let us eat next time."

[Host, why do you put sugar in the noodles?]

An outlaw like the host is paired with a villain who covers the sky with one hand...

Is it better to explore the road at night? Should I cleanse myself if I am mute? It is a difficult question.

The three of them laughed together, teasing each other, and using pornographic accents as fun, and their laughter revealed a bit of evil disgust.

The yellow-haired man raised his head and saw Qi Yuan's movements. Regardless of the situation, he walked over and praised, "The little boss's craftsmanship is very good and the efficiency is high. Look how beautiful this noodle is. I cooked the noodles for ten minutes yesterday."

Okay, it was done in three minutes today, awesome! Awesome!"

"Don't be ridiculous, I added salt. Adding salt can improve the flavor of the noodles."

With this thought in mind, Qi Yuan quickly filled up three bowls of noodles, and the yellow-haired man diligently served two bowls and greeted his two companions.

"Girl, you're back, are you cold? There's a big sweet potato in the stove. Grandma specially picked it for you. It's sweet!"

The original owner's home was in a small alley. The alley was not very deep, about ten meters, and there were seven or eight families living in a well-proportioned area.

"It won't be discovered."

Qi Yuan punched hard and overturned the table. Before the three yellow-haired men could react, one of them received a kick and was kicked seven or eight meters away.

[Host, I suggest you not to test the waters on the edge of the law.]

As soon as the tricycle stopped and the tables and chairs were set up, three yellow-haired boys sat down arrogantly, looked at Qi Yuan with explicit eyes, and waved to Qi Yuan obscenely, "Little boss, three bowls of noodles."

The next day, Qi Yuan went to the snack street to set up a stall. The original owner paid the stall fee there, so he could set up the stall with confidence.

The owners of the nearby food stalls all avoided looking, not wanting to cause trouble. The little girl selling barbecued sausages next to him ran out and stopped Qi Yuan.

The host didn't cook according to the original owner's method. What was on the stall was put in. Is this the host's homemade noodles?

Qi Yuan glanced at them indifferently, "Eighteen, scan QR code or cash?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Qi Yuan put the noodles into the pot smoothly, "Eggs cost one yuan, I'll add two eggs for you. Also, I don't like to make friends."

The old lady babbled and kept repeating the process of drying it for a while before eating it. Qi Yuan patiently cooked it on the fire and answered a few times from time to time.

Qi Yuan looked away, thought for a moment, kicked a stone with his foot, and hit the yellow-haired man in the mouth, "You are not allowed to appear in front of me in the future."

The window of the black Maybach not far away was half-open, revealing half of the man's face, with delicate eyebrows, neat broken hair, and focused black pupils, "Chen Feng, check the information of that woman."

Chen Feng: "...Sir, which one?"

Chen Feng followed his husband's gaze and looked over. There were women on the street, middle-aged women, young women, and baby girls. How did he know which one his husband was interested in?

(End of chapter)