"Well, it tastes very good, and the soup is also delicious."
After Asuna took a bite, she looked up and smiled at the old master.
"Then please eat them all. This is the best compliment to a ramen chef."
Master Yue responded with a smile, his eyes also squinting.
But it won't make the girl feel offended, just like he has an awe-inspiring and focused righteousness.
The young man in black clothes ate his noodles quietly, without even saying the required prayer before the meal.
“It’s great!”
Kiritani Yoshitaka gave him face and made a slurping sound when he tasted it.
"I heard that a big company sent people to inspect this street some time ago. Maybe they will buy this land and transform it for commercial development. Master Yue, you have to save money to buy a small store. I'll tell you later.
Maybe the land prices here will skyrocket.”
Asuna's family background obviously allows her to be exposed to more news. The girl turned around and looked at this small street with old-fashioned Japanese houses and cherry blossom trees. A few dozen steps away was a bustling building with bright neon lights.
"That's it. It's a pity that I'm very poor. I have relied on selling ramen noodles to support myself these years."
Master Yue laughed and continued to sort out the various ingredients on the chopping board. He took a look at the white thighs of the girl group on the small TV inside.
"Old guys like me are full of memories and nostalgia for these old houses. If they are demolished, old guys like me will become homeless wild dogs."
Seeing that the old man's words were grand and sad, Kiritani tried to comfort him, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by a mysterious young man who had been eating noodles with his head down.
"Does Master Yue have no children? In China, according to the Law on the Protection of the Rights and Interests of the Elderly, elderly people over sixty years old need their children to support them and provide them with financial and daily care and comfort."
Tong Gu was stunned for a moment and looked at the white-haired and capable Master Yue curiously. He also felt that the other man seemed to have experienced a lot of things.
"I am an anti-marriage person. I am a libertine by nature, and later I became a heinous villain. How can I be qualified to be the father of my child?"
The old master sighed when faced with the question.
Asuna couldn't help but look at the old man suspiciously. She felt that his eyes were open and his speech was clear. He didn't look like someone who had done many bad things.
What's more, which bad guy can be so sincere in repenting when he gets old, and is willing to set up a ramen stall on a small street for decades.
"Only people with kind hearts will suffer from mental internal friction and doubt and review their own mistakes."
Kiritani also offered words of comfort, saying that some people are like this, they will magnify the small mistakes they have made and live in regret all day long.
Only the young man wearing the fox mask did not tolerate him, but nodded in agreement.
"There has never been a truth in this world that you can immediately become a Buddha by putting down your butcher's knife. If something is wrong, it is wrong, and you must pay the price for it."
His words were as stubborn as a messenger of justice.
Asuna pursed her lips. Although these words sounded a little unkind, it was undeniable that there was some truth to them.
Kiritani Yoshitaka frowned, what he said was true, but when he didn't know the truth, could he be more respectful to Master Yue? He had just made ramen for himself.
"This gentleman..."
Just as the young student was about to make a rebuttal, he realized that the young man in kimono had already stood up, picked up the slender tachi by the way, and slowly pulled out the clear and jagged blade from top to bottom.
"It's a real knife that has been sharpened, not a decoration."
Kiritani's eyes were fixed on the blade as thin as cicada wings, and for the first time he felt fear in his heart. During the Warring States Period in Japan, the wild samurai wandering around were all desperadoes who would draw their swords and kill people if they disagreed.
At that time, when the various countries were divided, there was no law strong enough to control this group of bandit-like guys.
The girl stood up in fear, and for just a moment, the young man next to her showed an extremely dangerous energy all over her body.
"You're here to take revenge on me, right?"
The old master took off the black towel tied on his forehead, looked at the shirtless Lan with an unchanging expression, and quietly clenched his fists hidden under the dark blue cloth.
"Although I don't know which enemy you were back then, or how you found me. But please don't disturb the lives of ordinary people around you."
"Don't you think it looks familiar? This knife."
The young man did not indulge in the bad habit of casually slashing people. He just raised the gently curved sword and let its special pattern appear in front of a few people.
Even Kiritani Yoshitaka, who was not very interested in Bushido culture, recognized this famous sword, Mikazuki Munechika, through this special sun and moon pattern.
"Imitation? I remember the original is stored in the Tokyo National Museum."
The male student said subconsciously.
Master Yue smiled, he was very aware of the power of his family, they were the uncrowned emperors of Japan's underground.
"Back then, I had so many good knives around me that I couldn't count them all. How can I remember just one knife?"
"It's like you have had many wives at the same time, but in the end you didn't fall in love with any of them."
When Shang Shanlan said these words calmly, everyone's expressions changed.
Kiritani Yoshiro swallowed his saliva and looked at Master Yue with curiosity mixed with envy. No wonder he usually taught a set of tricks to pick up girls. It turned out that he was also a playboy when he was young.
But just when he wanted to continue to hear the inside story, the smoothly curved sword was already gently placed on his neck.
What he met was a look that was colder than gold and iron.
"roll."
Shang Shanlan gave a light drink.
Kiritani had no doubt that if he hesitated to contradict, the knife would really cut off his head.
The male student staggered back.
Asuna, who had just finished eating ramen, was also forced back by this energy.
The old master didn't wipe his hands until he saw the two figures running away, then looked at the young man wearing a fox mask.
"Can I tell you your identity now? Don't say you are my son. The Shangshan family, including the three inner families that can inherit the royal blood, should all be extinct in my generation."
The man sneered, with a rare solemnity highlighted under his chiselled face. The ramen chef's simple and unpretentious temperament gradually faded, replaced by the confident majesty of an emperor.
"of course not."
The young man firmly rejected it.
"I just saw your file, and I really want to see with my own eyes what kind of person the super hybrid of the Snake Qiba family is."
"What now? As you can see, I'm just an old man who managed to make ends meet by setting up a ramen stall in a dilapidated side street. I haven't been involved in the underworld for many years." Shang Shangyue laughed at himself.
"To be honest, when I read the file, I thought you were a coward. You have the power of a dragon, but you only vent your anger on women."
The young man commented unceremoniously.
"It seems you know a lot of things." Shang Shangyue didn't get angry, he just showed a look of recollection.
"Actually, you and I are very similar. We are both aimless wanderers who don't want to be bound by family rules. But we don't know what goals we should pursue."