Chapter 741

"Wait a minute, you two. It won't take long." Xueji took back the menu and Duanmu yawang said to her, "I want to eat rice, not steamed buns. Grandpa, what about you?"

"Me too."

"OK." Xueji threw a wink at Duanmu ya, twisted his waist and walked towards the kitchen with a smile.

When he first entered the inn, Duanmu yawang didn't have time to look around. Now, when he looked at it, he found that there was a large place for guests to eat on the first floor of the inn, with more than ten tables, and each table was very wide apart.

The whole looks spacious and comfortable.

However, there were not many people downstairs at this time. She sat at two or three tables. She thought for a moment and said to the little white deer, "little white, what time is it now?"

The little white deer was practicing. Hearing the speech, he opened his eyes, looked at the hourglass on one side and replied, "it's noon."

"Noon? So fast?"

"You don't think about how long it took you to find a house later. It's this time point."

Duanmu yawang didn't say anything more, but she wondered if the inn didn't let people in and out casually. It's noon now. Why are so few people eating?

Don't they have to eat?

Duanmu yawang thought so. Looking at two or three tables on one side, he saw that the three tables were eating. They estimated that they were well-educated, elegant and did not speak when eating. They were all quiet. There was almost no other sound except the crisp sound of the collision between chopsticks and dishes.

Perhaps she noticed her sight, and one of the young men looked in her direction.

The man has a pair of very clear purple eyes and a pretty face. He looks like a person who makes people feel good. Duanmu looks at him and almost remembers each other's face.

Just, he looked in her direction, just one eye, and moved away. The other party's action gave Duanmu yawang a very strange feeling.

How to say, when two people's eyes collide, they can be right, and both sides can feel it. When the man looked in her direction, he was because he clearly felt that his eyes collided with each other. However, the other party seemed not to feel his existence, and immediately looked away.

It feels like... She's transparent! He can't see her at all!

Thinking so, Duanmu yawang's eyelids jumped.

The old man didn't pay attention to these people in the inn. Instead, he looked out of the window while drinking a cup of tea and whispered to her: "Miss Duanmu, don't you feel strange about this inn?"

Duanmu yawang smiled helplessly, "I think, but since we entered the street, everything seems strange to us. Maybe this is the normal state of this place?"

The old man gave her a deep look and was noncommittal.

"Master, people are hungry too." the little white deer was called out by Duanmu yawang from his cultivation. Some members felt his belly wrongly: "when you eat later, remember to leave some for me."

"You shouldn't eat?" Duanmu yawang put down his cup and poured himself a cup of tea again. He said leisurely, "this place is very evil. You'd better not come out and eat here."

"But..."

"No, but I have to bear it if I want to eat. I can't bear to ask your other host to see if he can provide you with some food."

"He can be the same as Gong yulanzhi. He doesn't eat for a year. He doesn't have anything to eat at all. How can he give me something to eat?"

Duanmu yawang was very straightforward: "everyone is God. Since they can not eat for a year, I believe you can. This appetite, you'd better quit at this time."

The little white deer didn't follow. Duanmu yawang didn't care about him. He continued to look at the surrounding environment and found that there were still very transparent windows on the first floor. Just this hall, you can see six windows.

And the window is wide open. Along the window, you can really see the situation on the roadside outside.

"Two guests, here comes the dish."

At this time, Xueji personally came out from one side with hot dishes, walked towards them with a smiling way, put the dishes on the table, and said, "Xueji will bring other food for you two."

Then he went down again.

Duanmuya glanced around and found that there was no other waiter in such a big inn. At least there was a waiter in that inn.

It's strange that this inn doesn't have one, just one Xueji and one shopkeeper.

"That's all."

Duanmu yawang didn't think much. He hung his head and prepared to eat.

The name of the dishes in this inn sounds strange. However, when they are served, the dishes look very good, and there are a lot of meat and smell delicious.

"Grandpa, please."

Duanmu yawang handed the bowls and chopsticks to the old man. The old man took them. They filled the rice and began to eat.

Duanmu yawang and the old man took the first bite and frowned fiercely. They looked at each other and didn't speak.

Well, the food is very ordinary.

No, it should be very general.

What is more strict is actually unpalatable.

It was the first time they knew that the dishes made of pork, beef and duck had such a taste.

Although the food tastes bad, Duanmu yawang and the elderly are hungry. They need to fill their stomachs to do other things, so they must eat.

Finally, both ate a lot.

After eating, duanmuya looked at pouring a cup of tea, passed the taste in her mouth, and sighed: Alas, it's urgent to come to the street. She knew that she would prepare some food to come again.

I blame Ning Xiu for bringing her here. Why didn't you tell her in advance and come to her in the middle of the night, so that she didn't even have time to prepare for food!

Besides, before she left, she said she would prepare something to eat, but several people said no... don't they think the food in the street is not delicious?

Or... It's just that the food in this inn is not delicious?

"Little white."

"Hmm?" in order to resist the temptation of dishes, the little white deer began to practice hard. Hearing Duanmu yawang call him, he thought she allowed him to eat. He quickly opened his eyes and looked at her.

Duanmuya looked at him and said, "I envy you that you don't have to eat."

Then he frowned and took a cup of tea over his mouth.

The little white deer looked at her and looked at the debris on the table. It was a little unclear. Therefore, Duanmu yawang reached out and patted him on the head and said, "it's good that you don't have to eat. Do you know what these dishes feel like to me?"

"What?"

"It tastes like rotten rice and rotten vegetables."

The little white deer was full of doubts. He looked like you couldn't deceive me because I read so many books: "impossible? If so, you still eat so much?"