A noodle shop is not a small street stall, nor is it a high-end teahouse. In short, it is really just a small noodle shop.
There were only two or three guests, and the distance between the tables was a bit narrow, especially since Jiuhuangshu was too tall. Sitting at the small table was like sitting on a child's play table and chair.
"Jiu... Master Jiu, please don't mind. Although the environment of the noodle shop is average, this is definitely the most delicious noodle I have ever eaten in the Imperial City."
Feng Jiu smiled at him and carefully comforted him, fearing that the great god would suddenly become unhappy and leave with a wave of his sleeves.
Zhan Qingcheng looked at her and didn't say anything, but he didn't like the feeling of someone walking by him occasionally.
When some people were walking by, they would bump into him accidentally, which would immediately send chills all over his body. He really didn't like being bumped into.
Of course, Feng Jiu knew that Uncle Jiuhuang hated any physical contact with others. The fact that he was sitting here instead of leaving immediately was beyond her expectation.
I really didn't think about this when I brought him here. I just thought that the noodles here are really delicious and I wanted to share all the delicious food with Uncle Nine Emperors.
I regret it now, but I've already barked, so... just be patient, okay?
"Master Jiu, why don't you and I change places? This is on the inside, so you won't be touched."
Feng Jiu stood up and wanted to change places with him.
Zhan Qingcheng, however, remained motionless and glanced at her lightly: "If you come here, won't you be touched by someone?"
"I don't care." In fact, they didn't touch her. It was just that people were walking behind her, and occasionally her clothes might touch her clothes a little.
She didn't care, but Uncle Nine Emperors definitely did. Uncle Nine Emperors was a bit of a germophobe. Normally, he would never allow anyone to infringe on his own defined safety range.
As for the safe range, of course it is at least five or even ten steps away.
With this distance now, sometimes not even a step away, how could her Nine Emperors uncle be able to bear it? It was already quite remarkable that he didn't kick him out on the spot.
However, the people who come here are ordinary people who don't know martial arts. If they were really kicked by the Nine Emperors Uncle, they would be seriously injured even if they didn't die.
"Master Jiu, come to my place..."
"Sit down." Zhan Qingcheng glanced at her, his eyes a little serious.
"Nine..." Feng Jiu was stunned for a moment, and was swept away by his cold gaze. She immediately sat down without saying anything. Then she looked at the young man walking cautiously behind him, and her mood was a bit complicated.
Uncle Jiuhuang's whole body was filled with chills, and even though people were passing by him, he was still unwilling to change places with her.
Are you... are you afraid that someone will touch her while she is sitting there?
In order to prevent her from being touched, he would rather endure the discomfort of being touched by a stranger? Why is her Nine Emperors Uncle always so nice?
But now, Feng Jiu doesn't know what Uncle Nine Emperors means? Has he recognized her?
He didn't mention a word about this matter, so Feng Jiu naturally didn't dare to ask.
Did she really recognize her, or was it just because she let him sleep in her room last night? But she is a "man", and Uncle Nine Emperors is so interested in men?
However, it is better for Uncle Nine Emperors to be attracted to a man than to another girl...
Alas, for no reason, I actually started to feel jealous...
Soon, the hot pork rib noodles arrived, as well as the braised pork ribs in an open oven.
The fire was burning in the stove, and the big ribs on top were still steaming with steam. Feng Jiu took a large piece of meat for Zhan Qingcheng and put it in his spare empty bowl.
"Nine..." These three words, Uncle Nine Emperors, almost blurted out, and she almost frightened herself.
You can't be so relaxed, you must be cautious, otherwise, your secret will really be exposed.
She said: "Master Jiu, try the big pork ribs here, it's very famous."
Naturally, it doesn't look as good as the ones made by Jiuwangfu's chefs, but it's really delicious. You'll know it once you taste it.
Zhan Qingcheng stared at the big piece of pork ribs in the bowl, with a little disgust in his eyes.
Feng Jiu knew that Uncle Nine Emperors had a mysophobia, and would definitely be disgusted when he saw the roasted ribs that were almost rotten, and the dark and dark look in his eyes.
She grabbed her big ribs and smiled at him: "It's really delicious. I'll eat it first to show you."
I bit into the big ribs in one bite, and my teeth tore off a large piece. It tasted really delicious, but the taste was a bit unsightly.
Feng Jiu was so excited about eating that she didn't notice that the stunning man sitting opposite had been staring at her with a deep gaze.
When she felt something was wrong, she raised her eyes and saw that Uncle Nine Emperors had already retracted his gaze. He stared at the big ribs for a while, and finally endured the discomfort and took a bite.
Her food appearance is as bad as hers, but why is she so beautiful?
Watching Uncle Nine Emperors eating was like watching a fairyland on earth. Feng Jiu soon discovered that not only was he dumbfounded, but the girls around him were also dumbfounded.
Everyone looked at Uncle Nine Emperors eating meat, their eyes widened, as if there was a peach tree growing in their eyes, and the peach tree was full of peach blossoms.
Fengjiu's eyes returned to Uncle Nine Emperors. His lips were pinker than peach blossom petals, more delicious than jelly, and they looked delicious.
While eating meat, he accidentally got a little oil stain on his lips. Not only did it not damage his beauty, it actually added a touch of innocent childishness to him, making every girl who looked at him feel so motherly that she wanted to rush over to him.
, personally wiped off the oil stains on his lips.
No, I really want to lick him clean...
"Ahem!" Feng Jiu's throat tightened. She was frightened by her wanton and evil thoughts. She hurriedly looked away, not even daring to look at him again.
Why would you want to lick the oil stains from Nine Emperors Uncle's lips? It's too much, how can you lust after Nine Emperors Uncle!
Ahhhh! What is she thinking about? Why is she always thinking about eating Uncle Nine Emperor's lips into her stomach? She is really... really too wanton!
"Are you choking?" Zhan Qingcheng narrowed his eyes and stared at her little face that suddenly turned red.
"No, no, um... there is, a bit, that, I... don't know..."
Feng Jiu's breathing was rough and her lips were dry. She picked up the cup on the table and poured the tea into her stomach.
The Nine Emperors Uncle is simply a walking aphrodisiac. Just one look at it makes the girls feel hot all over. They are so helpless... they throw him down, press him down, ravage him, and swallow him...
"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."
This time I really choked and coughed violently due to the tea.
The stool was suddenly pulled over by someone. Before Feng Jiu could recover, the person and the stool were already pulled to his side.
Zhan Qingcheng's big palm fell on her back and patted her gently.
His gentle look made the girls around him feel heartbroken.
