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"welcome!"

"welcome!"

As I entered, the straw doll hanging by the door gave out three mechanical welcome words.

The straw doll seems to be made by hand. It only has a head, torso and limbs, but no facial features. It looks quite rough.

The sound is also very unpleasant.

"Boss, is there anything to eat?"

I found a table and sat down, like a normal and ordinary diner, and asked the busy figure in the kitchen.

The glass partitions were blurred by water vapor.

The figure was not very clear. He was a man, wearing a white chef's uniform, a black apron, and no hat.

"Hello."

He turned around from a steaming cauldron, revealing a vicissitudes of middle-aged face by the window.

"I don't order food here. What I cook is what the guests eat."

Through the foggy glass, I could see that he was smiling politely.

"Oh? A late-night cafeteria?" I also laughed, "That's a good thing for people who have difficulty choosing."

"Guest, do you want to stay for dinner?"

"Of course, I'm curious about what delicious food I'll get."

"OK, just a second."

The man nodded slightly, turned around, took a long spoon, put it into the big pot and kept stirring.

I don't know what kind of broth was made, but the strange and alluring aroma wafted out, making people salivate.

The man made the soup, grabbed a handful of noodles from the side and threw them into the pot to cook.

Then, remove the sausage from the wall and start slicing.

While waiting, I looked around at this small noodle shop.

Hygiene is average.

Typical street fly restaurant style.

There were a lot of oil stains on the walls and the tables were not wiped clean enough.

Chopstick holders and paper towels are very cheap.

The floor in the middle corridor was worn white, and there was mold on the corners.

The only special thing is that there is no menu or price list.

It's all up to the boss to decide what to eat.

After looking around, I withdrew my gaze and looked at the figures busy in the small kitchen.

Is this man really a traitor?

After hiding for many years, he opened a small noodle shop on the outskirts of Dongzhou City and used his clone to do things for himself.

I felt it slightly.

There is no aura of a practitioner in this boss.

Of course, in order to avoid exposure, I stopped clicking.

Maybe he hid it too deeply.

Because the whole street is abandoned. If you open a noodle shop here, who will feed it?

The very existence of a noodle shop is an anomaly.

I looked outside again.

The streets were deserted and silent, with only the night wind blowing and fallen leaves and garbage rolling on the ground.

There aren't any guests.

Will anyone take the bait?

"Guest, your noodles are ready."

A voice came from behind the kitchen. The boss used a tray and came out with a bowl of noodles with a smile on his face.

His face finally became clear.

He is an average-looking, gentle middle-aged man.

"Please taste it."

He put his face in front of mine.

“It smells so good!”

I looked down at the fragrant noodle bowl.

The thin noodles are twisted into a figure and lie in the middle of the milky white soup.

Next to it are red sausages, green vegetables, and golden fried eggs.

Topped with fresh green scallions.

They are all ordinary ingredients, but they are delicious.

The most tempting thing is the soup stock.

I don’t know what it is made from, but even without tasting it, it gives people an oily but not greasy, rich and mellow feeling.

"Is there a name on this side?" I asked, holding my chopsticks.

"No, the noodles are random every day. Just make whatever ingredients are on hand." The boss smiled gently.

"It's such a shame that such good noodles don't have a name."

"Thank you for your appreciation. If you like it, you can give it a name. Each bowl of noodles is unique. I won't be able to eat it next time."

There were no other customers in the noodle shop, so the boss sat down next to me.

"Should I come up with a name? Then you have really found the right person." I looked at the noodles, thought for a moment, and said with a smile, "Why don't you call him a beast but not as good as his face?"

"As good as a beast?" The boss was stunned for a moment, "As long as you like it."

"Unfortunately, I don't like it." I put down my chopsticks and shook my head, "This is clear soup. I don't like spicy food."

"That's really a pity." The boss's face sank.

"Make me another bowl. Don't worry, I'll pay for it." I pushed the noodle bowl in front of the boss.

"Sorry, each guest only has one chance. If you don't eat this bowl, it will be gone." The boss looked at me gloomily.

"You don't know how to do business, boss, can you make money?" I shook my head.

"Money?" The boss smiled sinisterly, "I never said that I was here to make money."

"So you don't charge money, so you are really honorable!" I gave him a thumbs up, "But if you open a noodle shop in a place like this, how many customers can you get?"

"Those who can come are all destined. This noodle shop is specially opened for lost people." The boss's eyes slowly changed.

He seemed to be sizing me up.

"If you are lucky enough to come in and eat noodles, I will give him a ride."

"Lost? Interesting! In this world, there are not many enthusiastic people like you, boss. How about you being a good person and doing your best to make two more bowls of noodles?"

"I said, each guest only has one chance."

"Who said I'm alone? I have two more friends who will be here soon."

"Friend?" The boss glanced out the door, "Sorry, I didn't see anything."

"Don't worry, look behind you again." I smiled.

The boss frowned and looked back suspiciously.

There was nothing behind him, the big pot in the kitchen was steaming, everything was normal.

"you"

He was about to get angry when he suddenly felt a chill. He turned around suddenly and saw a blood-red wedding dress.

"you?"

The boss was shocked and his expression changed drastically.

"Wan Herong, do you still recognize me?"

The piano master's uncle stared at the boss intently, his blood-red eyes full of hatred.

"You actually"

The boss' figure flickered like a ghost. The next moment he was far away from the piano master and stood at the kitchen window.

In his hand, he had a sharp boning knife.

There was a lot of blood on the knife.

The lights dimmed, and the alluring scent of noodles turned into the unpleasant smell of blood.

I look at the noodles on the table again.

It was a bowl of bloody minced meat, the soup base was covered with yellow grease, and the vegetable leaves were covered with worms, which was disgusting.

"Qin'er."

The look of shock on the boss's face faded, replaced by a playful smile, and he softly called out the piano master's uncle's nickname.

"You are not allowed to call me that again! You beast, I will kill you!"

Uncle Qin Master was furious and rushed over like crazy.

The boss' figure flashed and appeared in the kitchen the next second, but Uncle Qin Master jumped away.

He did not deny it, there was no doubt that it was Wan Herong himself.

"Qin'er, we haven't seen you for many years, do you miss your husband so much?" Wan Herong laughed disgustingly.

"You have deep love for me, and I will definitely love you well."

"Shut up! Go to hell!"

The piano master was so angry that he kept banging against the kitchen glass.

But the thin glass seemed to be a special barrier. No matter how she collided, it was as stable as a mountain.

"brute!"

"I am going to kill you"

The enemy was right in front of him, but he couldn't get close. Uncle Qin Master was going crazy.

"Uncle Master!"

I held her shaking shoulders.

"I come."