There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

"Qinghe, I'm sorry, I..." Hanshu's mood became more complicated, he wanted to turn around and hug Ye Qinghe, but was blocked by Ye Qinghe's movements.

Ye Qinghe probably didn't want to let himself see him crying, Hanshu paused for a moment, then compromised, reached out and touched the back of Ye Qinghe's hand, signaling him not to be sad.

"I'm still here, and I will always be with you in the future." Han Shu said, feeling the people behind him hug him even tighter.

He didn't want to look back anymore, but left time and space for Ye Qinghe. Ye Qinghe trembled for a while, and then returned to normal. A little embarrassed: "Sorry, I..."

Hanshu didn't let him finish his sentence, so he stepped forward and hugged him, and said in a low voice: "It's my fault."

Ye Qinghe was taken aback when he heard this, then raised his head and looked at Hanshu with burning eyes: "Zixi, it is useless to say that you are wrong or that I am wrong now, so don't mention this sentence, we will just do well in the future. "

"Well, we'll be fine in the future." Han Shu nodded, although he was full of worries, he managed to smile at this moment.

Ye Qinghe was obviously much happier, took Hanshu's hand to get up, and went to the lively market.

It was already approaching noon at this time, and the people who bought things basically dispersed, and the rest were just watching the excitement. Although there were quite a few, it was not as crowded as in the morning.

Ye Qinghe and Hanshu were finally able to squeeze into the crowd and experience the hustle and bustle of this human world.

Although the two have traveled the world separately for a long time, this is the first time they have been together, and all the ordinary things around them have become interesting. As they were walking, they suddenly smelled a fragrance. Qinghe looked forward and found that a noodle stall was making spicy noodles.

This kind of noodles is rare in the south of the Yangtze River. Ye Qinghe remembers that the Cuan’s noodle restaurant where he was reincarnated would always make this kind of noodles in Tongqian Town. Later, he went to the south to avoid the disaster and never saw Cuan’s parents again. I have done it. According to the description of the two, it is because the south likes sweetness and not spicy, so I can't sell spicy noodles.

Ye Qinghe actually missed the taste of this noodle, so he took Hanshu's hand: "Would you like to take you to eat noodles?"

Hanshu didn't care about whether he had it or not. Hearing what Ye Qinghe said, he knew that he had thought about it, so he nodded immediately.

So the two headed towards the noodle stall, and asked the boss for two bowls of noodles.

The two were outstanding in appearance, and they were very eye-catching wherever they went. Since they sat down at the noodle stall, they even had the voice of the boss.

Ye Qinghe didn't expect such special treatment, and his mood suddenly improved. He brought the spicy noodles to Hanshu, and carefully handed over a bowl of cold boiled water, and said with a smile: "This spicy noodles are very authentic. Hanshu wants If you can't eat it...just watch me eat it."

Hanshu didn't think he couldn't handle a mere bowl of noodles in the world, so he took the noodle bowl over and lowered his head, only to find that the surface of the noodle bowl was covered with red chili and chili oil.

The spicy noodles here are very authentic.

Hanshu smiled wryly in his heart, but on his face he pretended to be indifferent and pushed the hot pepper away with his chopsticks, and a strand of noodles came out from inside.

The noodles are rolled out by the boss himself. They are thick and thin. They don’t look very particular, but they also increase the appetite. Hanshu has the illusion that he can eat this bowl of spicy noodles, so he put The noodles are delivered to the mouth.

But the next moment, he froze.

The chili pepper was scalded with boiling oil, and the spicy taste penetrated into the noodles. After taking that bite, it felt like eating a mouthful of chili pepper. The spicy taste spread from the tip of the tongue all the way down, from the mouth to the stomach, like it was on fire. .

Han Shu took a mouthful of noodles in his mouth, not knowing whether he should spit it out or swallow it.

But when he looked up, he found that the noodles in Ye Qinghe's bowl had been reduced by half, and he was swallowing with his head down, as if he was not affected by the pepper in the noodles at all.

I am Ye Qinghe's teacher, how could I lose to him in this kind of place.

Hanshu Gujing Wubo's heart suddenly had some childish thoughts at this moment, prompting him to start chewing, but he didn't expect that after chewing two mouthfuls, the scent hidden under the spicy taste rushed out, it was a kind of saying no The feeling sticks to the tip of the tongue, and the aftertaste is endless.

Han Shu's eyes were reddened by the heat, but he picked up his chopsticks again, he lowered his head and ate slowly, even eating up all the noodles in the noodle bowl.

After eating, he looked up, only to find that the noodle bowls in front of Ye Qinghe had been taken away, and he was looking at him with a smile.

Hanshu was a little embarrassed at once, but finally admitted his bravery: "This noodle is a bit spicy, but it's delicious. The food in the world is always so amazing."

A small bowl of noodles can create multiple taste experiences, but it is precisely because of all kinds of temptations in the mortal world that cause mortals to spend their lives in a mediocre life, coming in a hurry and leaving in a hurry.

"Not everyone can break through and ascend." Hanshu said implicitly, but Ye Qinghe understood, but he just smiled indifferently: "It's good to be in a hurry and mediocre."

As long as you are busy, you will have a home in a hurry.

Hanshu has long discovered that some of Ye Qinghe's ideas are completely opposite to his own, and he doesn't know what kind of experience that experience in the world has added to his life. However, as the instigator of the incident, he has no right to blame Ye Qinghe Whether his thoughts are right or wrong, he just smiled and brushed off the topic.

Ye Qinghe didn't force it either.

When the two talked, the boss happened to come over with a bowl of soup, and said to the two with a smile: "This is the hot soup just made by the shop, you two have a taste."

"Ah, but we didn't order." Han Shu raised his head stupidly and said straightforwardly.

The noodle stall owner smiled: "It's for the two of you."

"How can this be done." Han Shu was about to decline: "You have sent us off just now..."

"Just accept it." Before he finished speaking, Ye Qing said softly, "Thank you, boss, for your kindness."

The boss put down the soup with a smile, and Hanshu gave Ye Qinghe a reproachful look, but Ye Qinghe smiled: "The boss only gave you a bowl of soup because he saw that you were too spicy... You see, many people have it too. "

Hanshu took a look, and found that there were indeed many people there, most of them were red-faced people who were red-faced by the spicy food, and a bowl of soup was placed next to them, presumably the boss didn't want to lose business because the diners couldn't eat spicy food, so he came up with such a trick .

So he calmed down and took a sip from the soup bowl.

The taste of the soup was also very delicious. Seeing Ye Qinghe looking at him, Han Shu was about to share the taste of the soup when he suddenly heard the sound of gongs and drums.

He was slightly taken aback, his brows furrowed, he wondered if it was his illusion, there were other entertainers beating gongs and drums in this market... but he always felt that the sound of gongs and drums was very domineering.

But what can be heard from the sound of gongs and drums, he must have thought too much, Hanshu suppressed his inner doubts, and lowered his head to take another sip of soup, but he heard the sound of gongs and drums getting closer, as if it had come behind him.

Looking up, Ye Qinghe also frowned and looked behind him.

It was only then that Hanshu realized that something was wrong, and looked back, only to see two pairs of people wearing uniform red cloaks turned out from a corner not far behind them, they seemed to be carrying a sedan chair, and the people on the sedan chair sat Behind the curtain, the face is not clear.