Zhang Yiming turned around and said to the coachman: "An Yi, you are here looking at the carriage. The master and his wife will come out after they finish eating."

"By the way, if you are hungry, buy two buns and mats by yourself. When I and my wife finish eating, they will continue to rush forward and do not waste time."

While speaking, he also gave the coachman two copper plates casually.

Feng Yin looked at Zhang Yiming handing over the two copper plates, almost breaking his power.

She quickly turned her face away and looked at the alley with full of expectations on her face.

The coachman took the copper plate handed over by Zhang Yiming and said gratefully: "Master, madam, just go there. There are small ones here, please rest assured."

"Um."

Zhang Yiming nodded with satisfaction, turned around and led Feng Yin toward the alley.

During the whole process, the couple didn't even look at each other.

That way, I can't wait to eat crispy noodles, and I'm so anxious.

As the couple left, the people watching the fun gradually dispersed.

Some people also think that even the wife of the master who rides such a high-end carriage likes to eat crispy noodles, so they might as well try it.

Therefore, several passers-by followed Feng Yin and his wife to the alley.

The coachman watched the couple leave, his eyes condensed, but he saw nothing.

He pursed his lips in frustration, and looked at Ruyi Restaurant, which was a few steps away, with an unknown fire in his heart.

In front of the gate of Ruyi Restaurant, a middle-aged shopkeeper who looked over 40 had a look at the coachman with the look, then turned around and returned to the restaurant.

The coachman looked around, but did not leave the carriage, but shouted to a stall next to him: "Hey, the one who sells steamed buns, I'll give you two steamed buns."

Feng Yin and his wife who entered the alley ignored what the coachman behind them did.

Mainly, at this moment, they have no intention of paying attention to these things.

They came in calmly along the alley and easily found the ninth shop that the young man mentioned.

This is indeed a noodle restaurant.

At this moment, several guests were sitting in the noodle restaurant, sitting on three tables eating steaming noodles.

Seeing Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming, a pair of well-dressed men, come in, five people on the three tables looked over curiously.

Feng Yin looked at them, and there were three people at one table, two men and one woman, like a couple with children.

The woman is about forty years old, with a vicissitudes of life and a brown floral cloth towel wrapped around her head, half-hiding her withered bun in the cloth towel.

The man in his forties was wearing a blue short-washed dress, with rough hands, and a face with a plateau red unique to the northerners.

The young man looked about seventeen or eighteen years old and looked a bit like the middle-aged man.

There were an old lady who looked in her sixties and a man in her thirties on the other two tables.

The old lady's face was full of pleats, but she could not hide her youthful charm.

The gray hair was tied into a trouser, and a peach wood bracelet was worn on it. It was made with fine workmanship and had familiar patterns on it.

The pattern is in a very inconspicuous position of Mu Chuan.

If you are not familiar with its purpose, no one will notice this at all.

The reason why Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming could tell at a glance was that they were too familiar with the pattern.

As for the secret notes in the pattern, they were very familiar with each other and could only notice them.

Judging from the craftsmanship of this wooden bracelet, we can guess that the old lady has an extraordinary identity.

And that man should be a down-and-out swordsman, because when he was eating noodles, the sheathed sword did not leave his hand.

There are also small patterns familiar to the couple on the scabbard.
Chapter completed!