Chapter 134: Late Night Diner

If a normal cultivator uses the sword flying technique to fly 800 kilometers, it will take about 20 minutes. Although the distance is a bit far, it is just a teleportation distance for Wang Ling.

Wang Ling asked Wang Dad and Erha to stick to him, and the two of them and the dog arrived at the restaurant door in an instant.

This is a restaurant that looks a bit old-fashioned. The walls are made of wood and bricks, and there is a sense of danger of crumbling in the wind. The plaque at the door of the restaurant reads "Late Night Diner". The corners of the plaque have been cracked a little. The store owner has pasted two pieces of universal tape to patch the holes. This makes this restaurant look more old-fashioned than the old buildings left in the Xiao family compound...

When he arrived at the door of the restaurant, Wang Ling suddenly remembered that he had passed by here when he was in school before. However, because he was going too fast, he didn't see it clearly. But today, Wang Ling finally realized a problem... This thing is not a public toilet!

"Don't be fooled by the fact that this shop looks shabby. The shabbier the shop is, the better the food is... Isn't that how the internet celebrity shop, Chef God's Shop, got here?" The father and son stood at the door of the shop. The cool breeze blew by, and Wang's father shrank his neck. Wang Ling always felt that what he said was not very confident.

This shop has no door. A piece of rag faded by the sun is hung at the door of the shop. Above the shop, there is an old-fashioned iron rolling door. Every day when the shop is closed, the long-handled hook beside the door needs to be used to pull down the door curtain to lock it.

Two people and a dog pulled open the rag and entered. The shop was so small that only four wooden tables could be placed, with plastic stools stacked on the side.

When Wang Ling entered the door, he found that the owner of the shop was leaning against the kitchen door and smoking.

The owner had a short haircut and was about forty years old. His cheeks looked unhealthy and sunken, and his eye sockets were very deep. There was also a ten-centimeter-long scar on his right eye, which ran along his forehead through his right eye and extended to his neck.

Obviously, this was a man with a story.

"Heh, people came quite early today." The shop owner saw that there were customers coming, and quickly put out his cigarette with his hand, pointed to the handwritten menu hanging in the middle of the shop, and then put his hands on his waist: "In addition to the old-style pickled cabbage beef noodles, you can order anything you want in the store, as long as I can cook..."

Wang's father: "Do you have thick noodles with fish balls?"

The boss shook his head: "No thick noodles."

Wang's father: "What about fish ball rice noodles?"

The boss shook his head again: "No fish balls."

Wang's father: "If there is nothing... then why do you open a store!"

The boss raised his eyebrows and said quite righteously: "It's not that there is nothing, but you don't know how to order. Back then, the master taught me a set of cooking skills, and I was his most proud disciple."

Wang's father: "..."

Wang Ling: "..." If your master saw that his most proud disciple was actually hanging around in such a rotten shop, he would definitely choose to die, right! ?

Father Wang really didn't know what to order, so he simply said from the menu: "Let's start with two medium-sized bowls of old-style pickled cabbage beef noodles..."

The boss nodded without saying anything. He turned around and went to the kitchen to prepare. Then, Wang Ling saw the boss turn on the range hood, and the sound was like a tractor roaring non-stop...

In about ten minutes, two bowls of old-style pickled cabbage beef noodles were ready. The boss held a bowl in each hand and placed it in front of the father and son of the Wang family. He also thoughtfully prepared a plate with a shaved beef bone on it, which was specially prepared for Erha.

Erha looked at the beef bone with a lack of interest, and then licked the fly that landed on the beef bone into his mouth with satisfaction...

Boss: "..."

What surprised Wang Ling a little was that the appearance of these two bowls of noodles looked pretty good, but the bowls were a little old, but they were not dirty.

Father Wang took a sip of noodles with a slurp, and then raised his head in surprise - the taste was actually pretty good!

The only flaw is that the pickled cabbage is not sour enough...

Dad Wang frowned: "Boss, your pickled cabbage doesn't taste like the old pickled cabbage? It's not sour at all."

The boss asked curiously: "Who told you that this is the old pickled cabbage?"

Dad Wang pointed to the sign: "Can you read? Old pickled cabbage!... I'm a cultured person! Please give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise it's deceiving consumers!"

The boss curled his lips: "My name is Tan Siming, and people who know me call me Lao Tan. I made this pickled cabbage beef noodle. So I named it Lao Tan Pickled Cabbage Beef Noodle. Is this explanation reasonable?"

Wang Ling, Dad Wang: "..." This explanation made the Wang family father and son unable to refute!

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening, and the Wang family father and son had just eaten half of their noodles when there was a sudden movement at the door.

Wang Ling saw that this was a young man with side bangs and a broken guitar on his back. He looked like a rather down-and-out wandering singer.

Because he couldn't afford to rent a house in the city, the young man could only live in a rental house in the suburbs with the little money he earned every day in the city.

These are all what Wang Ling read from the young man's mind in an instant through memory reading.

This is not something Wang Ling deliberately reads, but a very natural cognitive pattern. Some people always like to write their emotions on their faces. It is very easy for Wang Ling to read the memory of such people. If they are some men with stories, such as old antiques, or the shop owner standing in the kitchen now, if Wang Ling does not take the initiative to read, he will never know what their past is.

Obviously, this young man is already a regular customer of the store. When the boss saw the young man, he nodded slightly and asked in a slightly magnetic voice: "Is it still the old rules?"

The young man nodded silently, carefully leaned his guitar against the corner, and found a seat to sit down.

Although the young man didn't speak, the boss's eyes seemed to be able to see through his mind: "I know, you went to participate in the talent show today. It seems that it didn't go well?"

The young man lowered his head...

The boss prepared dinner for the young man in the kitchen and comforted him: "Young man, there is still a chance. It's okay. You see, we have new guests here today. Why don't you sing the song you participated in the music talent show and let everyone listen to it together?"

The young man suddenly stood up with some excitement: "Really, can you?"

The father and son of the Wang family put down their chopsticks at the same time and nodded seriously.

In a deserted village restaurant, listening to the singing of a down-and-out wandering singer, Wang Ling felt that this was probably a rare experience in his life. There was a very wonderful feeling.

The young man bowed deeply to the shop owner and the father and son of the Wang family, then cleared his throat and began to sing.

"You stirred up the storm... swept away... me..."

"You lifted up the rags... abandoned me..."

Wang's father: "..."

Boss: "Little brother... your rice with silkworm shredded potatoes is ready, you should eat first."

The penetrating singing voice and the familiar cooking thinking made Wang Ling feel doubly shocked: "..."