I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

Although it was himself who made the decision to come to the temple fair 10 minutes ago, Fu'er now just wants to travel back through the time wormhole and give his former self a slap in the face.

Why choose a crowded place like a temple fair to have dinner?

Was I a stupid idiot who was 10 minutes ago?

No, that’s definitely not me!

Cut! Cut hard!

But now that it’s here, what should we do? Can you still go back hungry?

While waiting in line for fried noodles, Fu Er ate some stinky dried seeds he bought from a stall he passed just now with no queues.

But what can I say...the fried stinky dried seeds were dry and hard, and there was no juice at all inside. It tasted like eating composite cardboard.

No wonder there is no queue at that store...

But...but...this stinky thing cost me a full five yuan!

Just finish it honestly.

It’s not like you can’t eat it——

After finally finding his place in the queue, Fu Er began to worry about the menu again.

Should we eat fried noodles with egg and shredded pork or fried noodles with Laoganma ham?

And the small portion is 10 yuan and the large portion is 12 yuan. Is the large portion more cost-effective?

"Hey! Little brother, have you decided?"

Just as Fu'er was hesitating, the stall owner suddenly asked.

"Ah?! Right now, I'm going to... I'm going to... stir-fry eggs and shredded pork -"

As Fu Er spoke, he raised his head and looked at the stall owner.

Although he was wearing a mask and a peaked cap, the other party's beautiful light blue eyes immediately caught Ful's attention. Looking carefully, there seemed to be light flowing in these pupils, and they seemed familiar, as if they had seen such a pair of eyes somewhere not long ago.

Fu'er suddenly recalled the tidbits he had just seen. The stupid face in the photo gradually overlapped with the sweaty face of the food stall in front of him, which made him instantly realize that what was in front of him was who.

"You are empty————!!!"

Before Fu'er could finish his words, in just a moment, a hot and large sausage was stuffed into Fu'er's mouth.

"Ugh!!!! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!"

Fu'er hurriedly took out the sausage from his mouth, but the instigator turned up the fire as if nothing had happened and started to heat the oil.

"Fried noodles with shredded pork and egg, right? What kind of noodles do you want for fried noodles?"

The stall owner squinted his eyes and stared at Fu'er. His eyes seemed to warn Fu'er not to continue what he wanted to say.

"Uh... just hot dry noodles will be fine..."

"Big portion and small portion?"

"A big portion..."

"Would you like onions, coriander, and chili?"

"No coriander..."

"Okay, fried noodles with shredded pork and egg + grilled sausage set, a total of 14 yuan, the QR code is below."

"Wait? Sausage, I didn't say..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu'er suddenly realized that the sausage in his hand had been contaminated by himself, and his own saliva was still hanging on it!

It's impossible to put it back...

Ever since, Fu'er was "forced" to buy this "set meal" that was not even written on the menu.

In the noisy night market environment, the atmosphere of this fried noodle vendor was the only one that fell into silence. Fuer held his mobile phone and browsed the forum, but he couldn't understand the contemporary Internet jokes that he usually watched most to pass the time. Standing awkwardly in front of the stall amidst the clatter of spatulas and iron pots.

How to do? !How to do? !

Isn't he performing some secret mission? ? ?

If I was so reckless and almost said it, it wouldn't affect anything, right? ? ?

what do I do? Are you going to run away after taking the fried noodles?

Urgent, urgent, urgent, send, send, send, send!

"Little brother, your fried noodles are ready!"

"Ah? Oh..."

The stall owner handed over a large box of fried noodles. After Fu Er caught it, he took off his apron and turned to a young man behind the stall and said.

"Ozawa! Come and cover for me for a while! I'm going to take a rest."

"it is good--"

After saying that, the stall owner turned his head again, looked at Fu'er who was at a loss with the fried noodles, and sighed. He shook his head and pointed to a few small tables behind the stall.

"Want to sit in the back and eat? There's a seat."

"what???"

So Fu'er was taken to the resting area behind the stall in a daze. He watched the other person take off his mask and hat, drank half a bottle of mineral water, poured the remaining half bottle directly on his head, and then used a towel to Dry.

"Phew...it's so hot! It feels much better now. Huh? Why don't you eat it? Isn't it delicious?"

After the other party wiped his face, he sat on the stool and looked at Fu'er across from him. He was motionless about the fried noodles on the table and asked in confusion.

"Ah? No..."

Fu'er was stunned for a moment and started eating fried noodles. Not to mention, this noodles was really good. The shredded pork and egg yolk are very smooth and tender, and the noodles are also very tough. Except for a little too much oil, can fried noodles be considered fried noodles if there is not much oil?

Although it can't be called the top-notch delicious food, judging from the experience of serving dinners in so many night markets in Fu'er, it can be regarded as a very good fried noodles.

After eating half a bowl of fried noodles and taking a sip of water, Fu'er couldn't help but ask the stall owner sitting opposite.

"So you are the famous————"

"Huh? What's famous?"

"The famous... famous chow mein fairy!!!"

"……………………"

Fu'er looked at the silence on the other side and couldn't help but panic. Did he say the wrong thing again?

"Pfft! Hahaha!! What a chow mein fairy, are you an international student from Japan?"

The stall owner said with a smile as he pushed back his wet bangs.

"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore, let's just tell you, who do you think I am?"

"So you are... uh..."

Fu'er thought for a while, then looked left and right and looked around. After confirming that no one was paying attention, he whispered:

"Are you Your Excellency [Utopian Heart]?"

"Well, yes, I am. But don't call me [Utopian Heart]. You can just call me Hartz or Brother Ha."

Hartz smiled and said to Ful.

"But how did you find me? I was obviously wearing a mask and a hat just now."

"Eyes, your eyes have a very special color. You may not notice them from a distance, but they are easy to spot up close."

Fu'er said honestly.

"Gan...it turns out that it was because of this that I thought my perfect disguise would be cracked so easily."

Hartz cursed casually and said.

"...Being discovered already proves that it's not a perfect disguise."

"It seems so...it seems like I'll have to wear colored contact lenses next time."

Hartz scratched his head, looked at Fu'er who looked embarrassed, and couldn't help asking jokingly:

"So are you guessing now whether I am performing some special mission or preventing some disaster?"

"Uh... isn't it?"

"Yes! You guessed it right! So are you ready to punish me for exposing my disguise and affecting the consequences of my mission?"

"what??????"

"……………………"

"Pfft hahahahaha."

Obviously, Hearts is still teasing Ful.

"No, no, I'm not on a mission, and heroes don't work 24 hours a day, right?"

Hartz unscrewed the bottle cap again and took a drink of water, then continued.

"But it is true that we are on call 24 hours a day. But after all, if there is an emergency, the faster we respond, the faster we can save the damage. We so-called [heroes] will not complain about this. "

"Then...are heroes treated very poorly? Do heroes like Kong...like Brother Ha need to go out and set up stalls at night?"

Fu'er asked in confusion.

"Uh... well... I'm actually not working part-time or anything... I'm just... um... helping my friends."

Hartz waved his hand and said.

"friend?"

"Yes, I have a friend who runs an orphanage. During night market and temple fairs like this, in order to supplement the financial situation of the orphanage, she often participates and sets up a small stall. Although every time she comes out to set up a stall, the business is indeed good, but Those guys came to see her rather than buy something to eat.”

"Uh, this friend of yours is a... lady?"

For no reason, Fu'er thought of the tidbits he had seen before.

"Yes, I already said that my income is enough to support the daily expenses of the orphanage, but the guy still refused, saying that the orphanage can't always rely on my assistance to survive, and it needs a way to survive on its own. As a result, in addition to the daily work in the orphanage, he also worked three or four part-time jobs. Two days ago, he fainted from fatigue. If the children hadn't called me, I wouldn't have known about it. In the end, the guy was It took me a lot of training before I finally agreed to reduce my part-time job to one. But she said that she had signed a contract for tonight's night market, so she had no choice but to rely on me... Wait... What does that look mean? "

"No... nothing..."

Fu Er turned his head away with a guilty conscience.

"Just reminded me of some... uh... news reports."

"…………"

Hartz was silent for a moment, then asked:

"Which newspaper reported the news?"

"Real news..."

"…………Can I ask what you are talking about?"

"Uh...for example...saying that your private life is chaotic...saying that you are a scumbag...and saying that many children call you daddy...and so on..."

"……………………"

Visibly, the [hero]'s face darkened.

“(Traditional swear words from China) (Traditional swear words from America) (Traditional swear words from Japan) (Traditional swear words from unknown local dialects)”

After venting his emotions through some vulgar words, Hartz sighed helplessly.

"Didn't those damn reporters accidentally smash two of their equipment and destroy one of their communications vehicles due to some accidents before? Are they trying to hack me like this?"

"I mean...is there a possibility..."

Fu'er recalled that when he was surfing in the past, he would often see screenshots of fun news posted by group friends.

"[Real News] Even if I don't spend the holidays with you, I will still write these tidbits."

"…………You are right."

Hartz sighed again and said.

"Actually, what do you mean by [real news]? In addition to randomly making headlines to attract attention and adding long paragraphs of fantasy to the content, their newspaper still has one principle and never violates their [real] name. That is They never deviate from the facts."

"In a sense, they can be regarded as the most dedicated group of newspapers. In order to grab first-hand news, most of their income was used to upgrade equipment, such as the communication vehicle that I damaged. , the market price may be tens of millions, not counting the equipment inside.”

"Ah...wait a minute..."

Fu'er suddenly realized something was wrong from Hartz's explanation.

"Since you said [real news] will not be biased in reporting the incident itself, then..."

Fu'er hesitated for a moment, but he couldn't stop his curiosity from fermenting.

Don’t ask! Curiosity will kill the cat!

but!but!

I really care!

In the end, his heart defeated his desire to live, and Fu'er couldn't help but ask:

"Why do so many kids call you daddy?"

"Huh??? There are still reports like this???"

Harts asked with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Um...don't you usually pay attention to things related to your own public opinion?"

"Don't pay attention. Why should I pay attention to that thing? Can it reduce the number of disasters by two? Can it make me stronger? Can it make me dictatorial for eternity? I'm usually busy."

Harts said with a disapproving look on his face.

"That's right...the thing about many children calling you daddy is——"

"fake!"

"…………"

"Absolutely fake news! FakeNEWS!"

"But you just said that [Real News]'s reporting of the incident itself was not biased..."

"Pretend I didn't say it! [Real News] is a rubbish newspaper that lies without drafting! One thousand percent of their reports do not contain any credible ingredients! In short, it is fake news! Fake news! I'm still single. !Where did the child come from!”

"……………………"

"……………………"

"Tch! Should I say that they are worthy of being certified as [journalists]? They can even find a way to get this kind of information. Okay, okay! There is such a thing! Okay!"

Faced with this silent questioning, Hartz finally admitted.

"It's still those little gangsters from the orphanage. Because they called my friends mom, and then wanted to get me and my friends together, they always called me dad. Well! Including the one who is in my class now. The oldest of the children is 17 years old this year, so he should be about the same age as you."

"I see..." Fu'er said thoughtfully:

"Then other news such as chaotic private lives and scumbags can also be explained."

"Hey!!!!"