The Daily Life of the Immortal King

If it was a normal cultivator, it would take about twenty minutes to fly 800 kilometers using the Sword-flying technique. Although the distance was a little far, it was a teleportation distance for Wang Ling.

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

It's an old-school-looking restaurant, with wood and masonry walls that feel teetering dangerously in the wind. The plaque at the entrance of the restaurant has the words "Late Night Canteen" written on it. The corners of the plaque have been cracked a bit. The store owner put two pieces of all-purpose tape on it to mend the holes. It makes this restaurant look more old-fashioned than the old buildings left in the Xiao family compound...

When he came to the door of the restaurant, Wang Ling suddenly remembered that he had passed by this place when he was in school. However, due to the speed, he didn't see it clearly. But today, Wang Ling finally recognized a problem... This is not a public toilet!

"Don't look at how broken this shop looks. The more broken the shop, the better the food... Isn't that how the Internet celebrity shop, God of Cooking, came here?" However, Dad Wang shrank his neck. Wang Ling always felt that what he said was unfounded.

The store has no door, and a sun-faded rag hangs by the door. Above the store, there is an old-fashioned iron rolling shutter door. When the store is closed every day, the curtain needs to be pulled down with a long-handled hook by the door to lock it.

The two and one dog pulled open the rags and entered. The shop was so small that only four wooden tables could be placed, with plastic stools stacked on the sides.

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

The boss was taking care of his head. He was probably in his early forties. His cheeks looked unhealthy sunken, and his eye sockets were deep. There is also a ten centimeter-long scar on the right eye, which runs through the right eye along the forehead and extends to the neck.

Obviously, this is a man with a story.

"Oh, it's quite early for people to come today." The shop owner saw a customer coming, he quickly cut off the cigarette with his hand, pointed to the handwritten menu hanging in the center of the shop, and then put his hands on his hips: "In the shop You can order anything you want, except Laotan Pickled Cabbage Beef Noodles, as long as I can cook..."

Dad Wang: "Is there any thick noodles with fish balls?"

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

Dad Wang: "What about the fish ball rice noodles?"

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

Dad Wang: "There's nothing... Then what store are you opening!"

The boss raised his eyebrows and said quite righteously: "It's not that you don't have anything, it's just that you don't know how to order. Back then, Master taught me cooking skills, and I was his most proud student."

Dad Wang: "..."

Wang Ling: "..." If your master saw that his most proud student was actually hanging out in such a bad shop, he would definitely choose a dog leash! ?

Dad Wang really didn't know what to order, so he simply said with the recipe: "Then let's have two medium bowls of Laotan Sauerkraut Beef Noodles first..."

The boss nodded without saying a word. Go back to the kitchen to prepare. Immediately after, Wang Ling saw the boss turn on the range hood, and the sound was like a tractor roaring continuously...

In about ten minutes, two bowls of Laotan Sauerkraut Beef Noodles are ready. The boss held a bowl in one hand and put it in front of the Wang family. He also prepared a plate with a shaved beef bone on it, which was specially prepared for Er Clam.

Erha glanced at the ox bone with interest, and then contentedly licked the fly that had parked on the ox bone into his mouth...

boss:"……"

To Wang Ling's surprise, the appearance of these two bowls of noodles looked pretty good, although the bowls were a little old, but they couldn't be said to be dirty.

Dad Wang took a sip of the noodles, and then raised his head in surprise - this taste is not bad!

The only downside is that the sauerkraut is not sour enough...

Dad Wang frowned: "Boss, your sauerkraut doesn't taste like it was pickled by Laotan? It's not sour at all."

The boss asked strangely: "Who told you that I am from Laotan Pickled Cabbage?"

Dad Wang pointed to the brand: "Can you read? Laotan sauerkraut! ... Tell you, I'm also a literate person! Please give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise I'll deceive consumers!"

The boss pouted: "In Xiatan Siming, people who know me call me Laotan. I made this pickled beef noodles. So I named it Laotan pickled beef noodles. Is this explanation reasonable?"

Wang Ling and Wang's father: "..." This explanation made the father and son of the Wang family unable to refute!

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

Wang Ling saw that this was a young man with slanted bangs and a broken guitar behind him. He looked like a rather down-to-earth wandering singer.

Because they can't afford to rent a house in the urban area, young people can only use the little money they earn every day in the urban area to live in a rental house in the suburbs.

These were all read by Wang Ling through memory, and read from the young man's mind in an instant.

This was not Wang Ling's deliberate reading, but a fairly natural cognitive model. Some people always like to write their emotions on their faces. It is very easy for Wang Ling to read the memory of this type of person. If it was some men with stories, such as old antiques, or the shop owner standing in the kitchen now, if Wang Ling hadn't taken the initiative to read them, they would never have known their past.

Obviously, this young man is already a regular customer in the store. After seeing the young man, Boss Tan nodded slightly, and asked in a slightly magnetic voice, "Is it still the old rules?"

The young man nodded silently, leaned his guitar carefully against the corner of the wall, and found a place 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 the draft today. It looks like it's not going well?"

The young man sank his head...

While preparing dinner for the youth in the kitchen, the boss comforted: "Young man, there is still a chance. It doesn't matter. Look, we also have new guests here today. Why don't you sing the song you participated in the music talent show and let it be Do you guys listen to me together?"

The young man suddenly stood up a little excitedly: "Really, can you?"

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

In a restaurant in a deserted village, listening to the singing of a destitute wandering singer, Wang Ling felt that this was probably a rare experience in his life. There is a very strange feeling.

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

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

"You set off the rubbish... abandoned me..."

Dad Wang: "..."

Boss: "Little brother...your silkworm potato silk bibimbap is ready, you should eat first."

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