Before Hua Xiaogu could reach the noodle stall, Tian Lu had already completed a series of actions skillfully. He accurately found the stool that looked the cleanest, moved it over, opened the box and took out a white handkerchief.
, soaked in water and soap locust, and began to wipe the bench desperately.
Yongan always eats very quickly. In just a short time, he ate half of the huge bowl of noodles. He was still chewing a piece of braised pork.
He suddenly raised his head and sniffed, then he saw Yongan's movements.
He immediately rolled his eyes, put down his chopsticks resignedly and stood up. His mouth was still squirming while chewing the meat, but his hands were also moving. Yongan pulled another handkerchief from the small box and moved it to a table next to him.
I wiped it vigorously.
The driver stopped at a loss and rubbed his hands on both sides of his clothes. He was a rough man, so he had to do some rough work at this moment. He even scratched his head and wanted to ask the stall owner if he had a broom or something like that.
Let him clean the ground. The noodle stall owner was also shocked. Where had he seen such a battle? Looking at the carriage, and then at the last two people who got off, the noodle stall owner suddenly felt a drum in his heart——
Could it be that this is a private visit by the emperor incognito?
The little old man shakily found a new bowl from the cabinet, checked it carefully, and made sure that there was no chip in the bowl. Then he dared to put it in boiling water and blanch it twice.
Yong'an had just finished wiping the stool. He took out a new handkerchief and waited aside, and began to wipe the bowl taken out of the boiling water.
Hua Xiaogu curled his lips, stood there and glanced up at Tian Lanqing. Then Tian Lanqing coughed softly: "That's it, Tianlu."
Tianlu shuddered again, swallowed hard, placed the cleaned bowl next to the big pot, walked back to his seat in small steps, and sat down.
Yongan had already swallowed the meat in his mouth. He straightened up and squinted at the polished table, which was almost reflective. Then he threw away the handkerchief and turned to look for the noodles he had not finished eating.
Hua Xiaogu dragged Tian Lanqing and sat down at the table that was so clean that it no longer looked like a roadside stall.
"What do you want to eat?" Hua Xiaogu asked Xiang Tian Lanqing with a smile.
Tian Lanqing couldn't help but move her eyes towards the big pot. The bottom of the pot had not been cleaned for thousands of years. It was pitch black and covered with white flowers, making it look particularly dirty.
"...just water will be fine."
Hua Xiaogu nodded, turned to the old man and said: "Two bowls of clear soup noodles, one bowl I want chopped green onions and one bowl not."
The old man nodded quickly and started to move down very carefully.
The noodles were ready quickly. The old man held the bowl and gently placed it in front of Tian Lanqing and Hua Xiaogu.
Tian Lanqing's eyes were fixed on the old man's hand holding the bowl, and his long-nailed thumb was stuck into the soup!
Hua Xiaogu naturally saw this scene, but the bowl happened to be the one that Tian Lanqing didn't want chopped green onions. Hua Xiaogu suppressed a smile and switched the bowl of noodles in front of him with Tian Lanqing's.
"Is this done?" Hua Xiaogu said as he carefully picked the chopped green onions from Tian Lanqing's bowl into his own bowl.
Tian Lanqing has never found his mysophobia troublesome since he was a child. After all, he was born and raised in the Tian family, and no matter how much trouble he puts in, someone will pay for it.
Only this time, he suddenly felt guilty for his behavior.
