Long River Eternity

Although Nian Zhongsheng has been the head of Tianshu Pavilion for hundreds of years, he has always been like a dragon in the clouds, with his whereabouts difficult to find. The outside world has never released even a photo of him.

Zhao Jinzhong and others naturally had no idea that the person standing in front of them was the undisputed strongest person in the land of Jiuzhou.

At this time, Nian Zhongsheng was wearing an old and slightly greasy apron around his waist, his hands were covered with snow-white flour, his body was slightly hunched, and his whole body exuded a strong urban atmosphere. He looked like a simple noodle shop owner, and did not have the aura of the master of Tianshu Pavilion at all.

When Zhao Jinzhong saw Nian Zhongsheng, he was as happy as if he had seen a savior. His eyes were filled with surprise. He hurried forward with a smile on his face and greeted him enthusiastically, "Uncle Nian, you're the best place to stay! We've come all the way here and walked around half the city, but all the shops are closed. We're starving. Please give us each a big bowl of noodles first!"

Nian Zhongsheng laughed heartily and responded repeatedly, "Hahaha, great, great, there's an empty table, you guys take a seat first. I'll go make noodles right away." He turned and walked towards the stove, shouting to the kitchen, "Xiao Hao, there are guests coming, hurry out and greet them!"

Not long after, Feng Hao walked out from the kitchen, casually wiping the water stains on his hands on his apron. It was obvious that he was busy washing dishes in the kitchen.

After not seeing him for nearly a month, Feng Hao had noticeably grown taller. During this time, while following the teachings of Nian Shengsheng, his once-fierce aura had subsided, like a sharp blade hidden in its sheath.

Even Zhao Jinzhong and other strong men who have been on the brink of life and death and on the edge of a knife for many years only regard Feng Hao as an ordinary noodle shop apprentice.

Not long after, Brother Luo and his companions slowly came to the door of the noodle shop.

The noodle shop is not big, with two round tables and four square tables in total.

At this time, Zhao Jinzhong had already sat down at a round table near the door. He saw Luo Ge and the others and raised his hand to greet them warmly, "Luo Ge, come here!"

Luo Ge stood at the door and glanced around the store. He saw that the store was full of people, with customers sitting around the tables, laughing and chatting, eating heartily, a very lively scene.

Then, he raised his head slightly and looked at the inconspicuous sign hanging above the door. On it were four large, powerful characters "Yongxing Noodle House".

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he walked slowly into the store with steady steps, chuckling softly, "This business is really just like the name of the store, it will always be so prosperous."

Just then, Feng Hao happened to come to their table.

He deftly pulled a rag from his apron pocket and gently wiped the already spotless tabletop. With a friendly smile on his face, he said, "You came at the perfect time. If you had come during lunchtime, you would have had to wait in line outside for a while."

Zhan Wuyou sighed helplessly and said, "We wanted to come earlier, but most of the restaurants around here were closed. We had no choice but to cross several streets and come to your house. It took us quite a while to get here." He glanced at Zhao Jinzhong intentionally or not and continued, "And, besides, there were people who kept making jokes along the way, which delayed us."

"Hey, you..." Zhao Jinzhong was about to open his mouth to refute but was interrupted by Brother Luo.

Luo Ge smiled and joked to Feng Hao, "People in this city are in a panic right now. Those who have a little savings are reluctant to go out at this critical moment. Aren't you and your master worried? You still have the leisure to open your shop for business."

Feng Hao had just finished wiping the table and carefully placed several small dishes from the counter. He walked lightly to their table and placed the dishes one by one. With a nonchalant expression on his face, he said, "What's the point in worrying? If the monster really comes, how can we hide in the house? Besides, my master feels uncomfortable staying at home. We might as well open the shop and earn some travel expenses."

"Wow, you know a lot at such a young age. Wait, you mentioned travel expenses? Are you planning to leave here?" Brother Luo looked surprised.

At this moment, Nian Zhongsheng came over with a few bowls of steaming noodles and gently instructed Feng Hao: "Xiao Hao, bring out the remaining bowls of noodles."

Then, he explained with a smile, "My son is in Zhongzhou. His wife just gave birth a few days ago, and he insisted that I go over to see her. I didn't really want to go, but he kept writing to me every few days to urge me to go, so I couldn't resist him, so I had to agree."

Shen Qing pursed her lips slightly and said calmly, "The ticket to Zhongzhou is not cheap now. It is several times more expensive than before."

Nian Zhongsheng nodded gently, a gentle smile on his face, and slowly said, "Yes, but my son sent some money a few days ago. Add to that my savings over the years and the money I've made from the noodle shop recently, and it's barely enough for two train tickets."

Hearing this, Luo Ge's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, and he said softly: "It's a good thing to be able to leave. This place..."

As Luo Ge spoke, he subconsciously raised his eyes and glanced at the other customers in the store, then swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

As members of the frontier development team, if even they showed concerns and lack of confidence about the future, the ordinary people would certainly be even more worried and uneasy.

So, he quickly changed the subject and jokingly said, "It's such a shame that we won't be able to eat noodles made with your exquisite craftsmanship anymore. Before you leave, could you please pass on your secret recipe to us? That way, we can make them at home and satisfy our cravings."

Nian Zhongsheng laughed heartily, his voice loud and clear: "Hahaha, no problem!"

At this time, Feng Hao steadily brought the last few bowls of noodles to the dining table. The steam was rising, carrying the tempting aroma of noodles.

They smiled at each other, tacitly stopped talking, rolled up their sleeves, and started eating noodles.

Before they knew it, three empty bowls were piled up in front of each of them. By this time, the restaurant was already empty of other customers, leaving only the few of them still immersed in the aftertaste of the delicious food.

Several people leaned back in their chairs, their eyes slightly narrowed, their faces filled with satisfaction. It was a kind of satisfaction that warmed their stomachs and hearts, as if all their fatigue and troubles had been swept away with these large bowls of noodles.

Finally, Xu and his companions exchanged warm greetings with Nian Zhongsheng for a while before getting up and saying goodbye to the noodle shop.

On the street, the dim yellow streetlights cast a soft and faint light, like a veil cast in the quiet night. Their figures were elongated by the light as they slowly walked towards their homeward journey.

The figures walking away gradually became blurred in the night, but their cheerful laughter still echoed in the quiet street.

After they left, Feng Hao began to methodically clean up the table, while Nian Zhongsheng focused on cleaning the stove. Suddenly, Feng Hao stopped what he was doing, frowned slightly, and asked softly, "If we just leave like this, will there really be no problems?"