Chapter 565 the Persistence of Yunshixiang

Just as the proprietress left, a shop assistant had already come to clean up the noodles on the floor with a dustpan and a broom.

Fang Zheng watched as his waist twisted and he left. He really went back to the noodles and looked at the busy landlady. He thought to himself, it seems that the Yunshixiang is really working.

However, the seemingly unreinforced Yunshixiang, nen, was no more than the proprietress, so they could only bully the weaker noodles.

In a few minutes, the proprietress had already re-ordered the noodles, holding the whip noodles in her hand, and her heavy chest trembled as she walked over.

As a result.

The shop assistant had not cleaned up the noodles on the ground, and the lady boss slipped. Although she stood firm, the noodles in her hand were smashed to the ground again with the bowl.

The landlady, whose face had already turned slightly cold, now looked even colder and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

"Lady boss, I know how to look at your face. I see that you are pale, sweaty, and your hands are trembling and unable to hold the bowl. But lady boss has been suffering from kidney yang deficiency since childhood?" Old god stick was shocked by the second time the proprietress dropped the bowl.

"Madame, don't think that women won't have kidney deficiency and won't be taken seriously. Women, like men, have kidney deficiency. Women's kidney yang deficiency is even more serious, swollen and fat, low**, infertility, and fat destroys everything, so women's kidney yang deficiency should be taken seriously."

Old god stick spoke with great care, carefully analyzing the various dangers of illness for the proprietress.

The proprietress glared coldly at Old god stick, who was still chattering, as if she was going to kill him and cut Old god stick into pieces. Old god stick was frightened by the proprietress's sudden murderous gaze and closed her mouth.

Watching the proprietress cook noodles for the third time.

Old god stick whispered to Fang Zheng, who was sitting at the same table, "Little brother, the proprietress has been throwing bowls twice in a row. I don't look like a normal bowling. Is it because of the smell of Luck?"

"That's not right. The Yunshixiang is good. Why did they break the bowl? Little brother, did you get the whip noodles or not?"

In the end, Old god stick looked at the whip noodles being dumped into the trash can with a painful expression on his face and said, "It's a pity for the whip noodles. No, it's a pity for these two bowls of whip noodles."

Fang Zheng didn't go into too much detail, just shrugged and said vaguely, "Maybe it is. Maybe the Luck is not used to noodles. Maybe they like rice."

"Have you ever seen whose fragrance is in noodles? It's all in white rice."

Old god stick was stunned, "That makes sense."

As the saying goes, before long, the proprietress twisted her waist and walked over with the third bowl of whip noodles in her hands.

It was indeed held in both hands this time.

Even, looking at the solemn and cold expression on the lady boss's face, she landed carefully step by step. Those who didn't know thought that the lady boss was in the minefield.

Finally, the landlady walked through the minefield safely. This time, she did not drop the bowl or step on the noodles, and put the noodles in front of Fang Zheng smoothly.

The proprietress let out a sigh of relief. Then a bright smile appeared on her face again.

"Brother, eat. Try your sister's cooking. I just don't know if it's good for your sister or for your brother."

The proprietress stood still as if she wanted to see Fang Zheng eat the noodles with her own eyes.

Fang Zheng felt that elder brother Xiang had given up.

It's not the third time I've dropped a bowl.

"Why doesn't my brother move his chopsticks?"

"Isn't it delicious under my sister?"

"Isn't it true that even the younger brother can't trust the older sister, worried that the older sister will poison you and put single mushrooms in the noodles?"

Seeing that fang zheng was not eating, the proprietress urged Fang Zheng to eat the noodles while they were still standing.

Only Old god stick looked enviously at Fang Zheng and the whip noodles on the table.

That's bullwhip noodles... A great tonic.

In old age, people tend to have backaches and pains.

Three bowls of noodles in front and back. At this time, the Yunshixiang on the table was about to burn to the end, but this time, it was obvious that the wife of the boss of the Yunshixiang was a little weak.

After all, this is an ordinary Yunshixiang, or a cutting corners version of the last few days, it is better to strengthen the fragrance of the Luck even two pieces of the corpse king can be moved.

Fang Zheng's eyes were filled with pity. Just as his thoughts had fallen, a sudden gust of evil wind came from nowhere, and the shadows of trees on the sidewalk were rustling.

The barbecue stand was run on the sidewalk, and the owner's hair was messed up by the wind. She raised her hand to gently stroke her hair at the temples and subconsciously turned to look at the rustling shadows of the trees.

When she turned her head around again, the originally light stroke of her hair stopped, because a woman's long hair, unbiased, fell right on the noodles in front of Fang Zheng.

That long hair was so dazzling, it was as if he was struggling to get out of the noodles.

Madame: ..."

Fang Zheng: ..."

Even Fang Zheng didn't expect the Yunshixiang to be so persistent.

Since nen was no more than the boss's wife, he went to bully the weaker noodles. Since nen was no more than one of the boss's fingers, he simply went to the boss's wife to get a hair off her head.

This hair should be considered a trophy, right?

After all, it was Yunshixiang's hair.

Whether he could fight or not, he would beat a hair first. If he did not achieve his goal, he would be persistent and hardworking. Even Fang Zheng felt inferior to him.

"Hair loss, pale complexion, swelling, madame, you are indeed a kidney-yang deficiency constitution." Old god stick kindly reminded again.

The lady boss's face, which had turned back into a bright smile, turned back to a slightly cold expression.

The hair in the noodles, who still has an appetite to eat, who knows if there is any dandruff on the noodles, it seems that the rhythm is to cook a fourth bowl of noodles.

But this time, the proprietress did not turn around and put down the fourth bowl of noodles.

"There's no hair there. You must be mistaken."

With that said, the proprietress actually reached out to take the hair off the noodles. She was going to destroy the body.

As a result, pa!

The lady boss's hand was grabbed by Fang Zheng just as Fang Zheng was about to say something, huh?

Fang Zheng's eyes were slightly startled.

The moment the skin of the two palms touched, the lady boss's hands did not have the cold and cold feeling of ordinary ghosts, but carried the body temperature of normal people.

Fang Zheng was stunned.

Huo!

Fang Zheng suddenly got up. The lady in front of him was not a ghost, but a living person with three lights on?

"Brother, you scratched my sister's hand."

The proprietress tried to break free of her hand, but Fang Zheng's palm was like a vice, tightly holding the proprietress's wrist.

Fang Zheng turned a deaf ear and did not show any pity for her. He did not hesitate. A ray of pure air came into contact with her skin and entered her body.

What an enemy!

He wanted to see if the lady boss in front of him was a ghost or a living person.

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Ps: sorry, I've been staying up late lately. I want to rest early today. I didn't update it today. Please don't wait.

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