Chapter 53

Xishan sliced noodles are very common in Linhai City, but Liu fan can guarantee that the bowl of noodles in front of him is several times better than what he has eaten before!

Red soup with pale yellow noodles, next to a few pieces of meat and green leaves, red with green, quite attractive.

Liu Fan gobbled up, a portion of the amount is enough, enough to tube full.

When the noodles in the bowl reached the bottom, Liu Fan touched his stomach and raised his head, but saw two pairs of eyes staring at him.

"Is it delicious?"

Liang Xiaoqiu asked with concern.

Liu Fan nodded.

"Are you full?"

Lin Xiaoqian then asked, eyebrows raised.

Liu Fan nodded again.

Then I saw Liang Xiaoqiu and Lin Xiaoqian look at each other and smile.

It is the service tenet of Xishan sliced noodles to make customers satisfied.

"Last time, it's a good ending."

Liang Xiaoqiu said to himself, and then said to Liu fan, "let's go after eating."

"How much is it?"

"No money."

"Ah?"

Liu Fan got up, surprised to see Liang Xiaoqiu, "this is not good, I don't have the habit of eating overlord meal."

Liang Xiaoqiu's face suddenly cools down. This guy doesn't know how to be funny.

Do you have to destroy her last perfect memory of the museum?

"Pa!"

Liang Xiaoqiu slaps the table hard, and the soup at the bottom of the bowl almost splashes on Liu Fan.

"Go now, or I'll take you a million dollars!"

When he met such a boss who didn't want money, Liu Fan said "good man" and ran away.

Having enough to eat and drink, I pushed my bicycle to downtown. When I went out, I saw a teapot without a mouth.

"Ding, if the host finds the incomplete teapot, reward 500000!"

Liang Xiaoqiu and Lin Xiaoqian in the noodle shop saw the scene of picking up garbage and were stunned.

"I'm still buying a junk customer?"

Liang Xiaoqiu and Lin Xiaoqian look at each other again and laugh.

When Liu Fan heard the laughter behind him, he immediately shook his head. For the sake of you inviting me a bowl of noodles, I don't care.

On the downtown street.

"Ding, if the host finds a cabbage Gang, it will be rewarded 2 yuan."

Liu Fan: "Damn, did vegetables annoy you?"

make complaints about it, continue.

"Ding, if the host picks up the discarded charging head, 300000 yuan will be awarded!"

"Ding, if the host finds a broken flowerpot, a reward of 500000 yuan will be given!"

"Ding, if the host picks up a rotten apple, 5000 yuan will be awarded!"

“……”

The advantage of picking up junk in the downtown area is that there are so many people. At most, people will take a strange look at Liu fan, and they will be pushed away by the crowd.

In addition, there are many rags like Liu Fan.

I'm very envious when I meet my colleagues.

Liu Fan will try to avoid it.

"Wow!"

A shout suddenly rang out from Liu Fan's side.

The pedestrians, including Liu fan, were startled.

Liu fan, like everyone else, looks at the source of the sound.

It turned out to be a bookseller.

This is a man in his forties. He is wearing a white T-shirt, thin body, and his eyes are full of blood. At this time, he is in a very excited state.

And his eyes have been staring at the hands of a lottery ticket, jumping in front of the stall, like a child eating sugar.

"What's the matter with this man? Isn't he crazy?"

"Did you win the lottery in your hand?"

"Should I call the second municipal people's hospital? The boss is crazy because he lost all his money."

People get together and look like they're watching.

When the bookseller heard the words of the people around him, his smile gradually converged, his neck tilted and his face became cold: "go away, it's a big prize, you're crazy!"