Princess Against the World

"Masters, looking at you, are you here to open a mountain? Then what...if you guys like the noodles from my stall and there is no place to eat, come to my place to have a rest... … Don’t worry, there will be enough tea and water by then, and there will be no need to pay for it!”

"Opening a mountain?" Feng Chenglin was stunned and looked at Dingmiao: "What is opening a mountain?"

Dingmiao picked some noodles and said, "If you can't open a mountain, it has nothing to do with us. Why do you ask so many questions?"

He didn't seem to want to mention anything about the past.

The waiter in the shop wanted to win over a few customers and was very attentive: "This mountain opening is a one-year mining period. It is hosted by the Li family, the head of Lijiazhai!"

Zhou Yan frowned: "To start a mine... do we still need to choose a date?"

"Of course it is necessary! This mine is open for half a year and rests for half a year...Every year, there is a mountain opening ceremony and a mountain closing ceremony. You are here just in time. Tomorrow is the day of the mountain opening. It is so lively!"

"Why do we need to recuperate??" Feng Chenglin bit his noodles and asked vaguely: "Is it a person who needs to recuperate, or a mountain that needs to recuperate?"

"This eldest brother is really joking. Of course the mountain needs to rest... This person is the least valuable in Lijiazhai!"

When a customer comes, the waiter goes over to greet him attentively.

Zhou Yan and Feng Chenglin glanced at Dingmiao instantly.

That meaning is self-evident.

Dingmiao's face was dark: "We are just passing by after dinner, why do we need to ask so clearly?"

"But……"

"Fat man!" Ling Luoyu suppressed Feng Chenglin: "Eat, after eating, let's go!"

Dingmiao is not the kind of person who is pretentious.

He didn't say it, it must be because the memory of this place was too profound for him.

This kind of profoundness does not have to be tragic.

It can also be glorious and happy.

In memories, the happiness of the past will also be an indescribable pain.

Feng Chenglin and Zhou Yan both lowered their heads, just looked at each other, and ate noodles in tacit understanding.

Dingmiao took a bite of noodles, but he really didn't know the taste. He sighed and put down his chopsticks, staring at the noodles in a daze.

None of the others disturbed him. They ate a bowl of noodles and ordered a bowl of tea. They sat quietly without saying a word. The three of them and six eyes stared intently at the Ding Temple.

Dingmiao seemed to be unconscious, only looking at the noodles but not eating.

The waiter finished greeting the other guests and came over.

Looking at the appearance of Dingmiao, he frowned and said, "Sir, is this not to your taste? How about I give you another bowl?"

"No, I can't eat..."

Dingmiao reluctantly pushed away, only to realize that the other three people were looking at him.

His back stiffened and he sat up straight: "Have you... all finished eating?"

The three people nodded and said nothing.

"Then...you don't even call me?!"

All three people raised their eyebrows and looked at each other in different ways.

Dingmiao suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his words: "No, I mean, if you finish eating, we will be on our way..."

"We've finished eating, haven't you?" Feng Cheng Lin Nu lips: "We saw you studying this bowl of noodles, so we didn't dare to disturb you. How about it? Are you finished studying? Can we go?" "

"Let's take a walk, of course..." Dingmiao stood up, took a step, then paused, then turned around and said, "Well, wait for me for a while. I'm a little hungry while I eat a bowl of noodles."

"..."

The three of them sat down again and quietly watched the Ding Temple eating noodles.