When He Xiaoman asked the little girl again what kind of noodles she wanted to eat, she still had the same tone as yesterday: "Whatever you eat, I will eat."

He Xiaoman looked at the little girl's hands and asked her if she could eat spicy food. She looked at He Xiaoman blankly and asked: "What is spicy?"

He Xiaoman's heart felt sour again. She didn't know if she had never eaten it before, or if she had eaten it before and couldn't remember it. Feng Che said that the memories of these real NPCs were chaotic. In the endless repetition of days, they would even go crazy.

If you can't do it, all you have is endless years of ten years and messy memories.

Blinking his eyes hard twice to suppress the disobedient flow of liquid inside, He Xiaoman turned back and asked Feng Che: "What does Mr. Che want to eat?"

Feng Che's face was a little gloomy, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You have the final say."

So three bowls of Jinshui cold noodles were placed in front of me.

It was one of He Xiaoman's favorite snack bars in the past. The store was very small, in a muddy and chaotic small market. On both sides were a pork shop and a barber shop that cost five yuan a head.

Different from the sweet and sour cold noodles that are popular in the Northeast, this cold noodles are salty and fragrant.

Moderately soft and hard light yellow cold noodles with half a hard-boiled egg, side dishes of shredded kelp and spicy cabbage, two slices of soy beef, and the shop's special sauce on top, roasted chili peppers and chopped green onions with light soy sauce and seasonings

Soak it in oil and pour it on the side dishes. Next to it is a small pile of fried crispy peanuts and a few coriander leaves.

The color of the noodle soup is very similar to Kunshan Aozao noodles, but it is cold soup. If you ignore the noodles and side dishes, it looks a bit like a bowl of sour plum soup that relieves the heat.

Feng Che picked two noodles and put them into his mouth. As expected, they were both spicy and fresh, refreshing and appetizing.

The little girl also held the noodles with her hands that had only phalanges left. The white porcelain bowl with blue rim had heart-wrenching bloody fingerprints on it.

The three people each held their own big bowls and started eating at the same time.

Feng Che looked at He Xiaoman and silently said thank you.

He now understands why He Xiaoman chose this bowl of cold noodles instead of seafood noodles.

The little girl's hands couldn't peel the seafood by herself, and He Xiaoman was worried that her "hands" couldn't bear the heat, so he made a bowl of cold noodles.

Although neither of them had much appetite, the little girl almost ate half of the hard-boiled egg in two bites, and after carefully tasting the sauce with chopsticks, she smiled for the first time: "Spicy, delicious."

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She used her chopsticks to stir up the small pile of sauce, evenly blending it into the entire bowl of noodle soup, and then ate it with big mouthfuls.

She ate with great dignity, even the last sip of soup in the noodle bowl.

Maybe the bowl of noodles that He Xiaoman is accustomed to every day is a luxury she would rather sacrifice her flesh and blood to get. The ordinary days that He Xiaoman is accustomed to are the happiness she dreams of.

He Xiaoman impulsively wanted to give the remaining bowls of noodles to the little girl, but firstly, the little girl did not necessarily want to be pitied by others, and secondly, she was also afraid that these noodles would cause unnecessary trouble to the little girl.

, and what’s more, these noodles cannot be stored, and the noodles will become lumpy if you can’t finish them in one meal.

The two of them finished eating and left. When they walked out of the flower garden, the little girl whispered very close to them: "During the day, Rose Town; at night, Bajiazi; during the day, Rose Town, at night Bajiazi."

Like a person mumbling to himself when he is bored.

When they walked far away, He Xiaoman looked back unexpectedly. The little girl in the flower field was also staring at them.

It's the sixth day.

During the first five days of his stay in the hotel, He Xiaoman barely managed a good sleep on the first day. The rest of the days were tense almost all the time. The hotel was too depressing, whether it was the color, the smell or the interior.

The sounds of those sauces and stuffings are all disgusting, and coupled with the high level of mental stress, almost the sound of the sound will reflexively open your eyes to look at it. Under such circumstances, the water surface is nothing short of a torment.

He Xiaoman found this copy very ironic.

You can't sleep well in a romantic and warm hotel. The most comfortable place to sleep is a coffin.

The two men continued to use the previous method, using hammers to beat the puppet away, and they took the opportunity to enter the room.

Everything in the lobby on the first floor was as it was yesterday. The paper man, paper horse, and wreath cards that had been beaten to pieces with a hammer were restored to their original appearance. They were scattered everywhere, as if they had never been here yesterday.

Since there was no more fumbling before, the two went straight to the stairs on the first floor and soon re-entered the room where the coffins were stored on the second floor.

However, the thing that closed the coffin board was really missing. It seemed that the idea of ​​getting some snacks for Xiao Hei was shattered.

Although He Xiaoman was disappointed, he gradually understood what the little girl's words meant.

Because Bajiazi only has coffins and paper bundles, and there are no flowers or even grass in the narrow yard behind the front house, it can be understood that real flowers cannot grow inside the coffin.

Because it was uncertain whether everyone who did not receive the flowers after midnight would be deemed as having failed to complete the task and needed to be organized to assign objects, Feng Che decided to give the flowers to He Xiaoman at 11 o'clock to avoid any eventuality.

In this way, he also avoided the long seven-hour period of weakness. You must know that Qi Fu will be back at dawn, and Feng Che's children's shoes have not expired at that time.

It was very dangerous for He Xiaoman to face the rotten people who had been wandering around all night and rushed back to their nest.

He Xiaoman looked at the huge Rose Queen in his hand and felt a bit dumbfounded.

She would never have imagined that one day she would be in a dark coffin receiving a rose from a man who was ten thousand years older than herself.

She decided to hate Rose for the rest of her life. If anyone dared to give her a rose in the future, He Xiaoman would chop the rose into QR codes with a kitchen knife.

Knowing that the smell of this flower will have a certain effect of destroying Qing, He Xiaoman himself doesn't care. Feng Che will probably be affected. The two of them are now in such a state that they have to lift themselves up to complete the transformation. He Xiaoman

So after the mission was refreshed, I threw the Rose Queen into my own mist space and wrapped it up.

It smells disgusting, looks disturbing, and takes up space.

"Why did you suddenly become brave yesterday? How dare you confront an NPC head-on?" Since they couldn't sleep for the time being, the two of them started chatting in awkward mode.

"My butler told me."

He Xiaoman answered calmly.

Bu Bu’s original words were: “They can kidnap you into this game through illegal operations. If you don’t follow the rules first, don’t blame Bu Bu Bu. It’s the players who need to abide by the rules, but our family, Xiaoman, is the homeowner.

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In the end, the little guy said even more arrogantly: "As long as you don't get trapped by those bastards and break the rules at will, I will take care of you if there is any problem!"
Chapter completed!