Chapter 28： Late at night, woman knocking on the door

Qingshui Qingshan looked at the time. At 9:40 in the evening, there should be no diners who come so late?

But he is not afraid, even if there are not a dozen friends here, as long as he yells, at least 20 or 30 people will come out to help out in Mingde Lane.

The neighbourhood of Lao Alley is like this. Even if there are any bumps or bumps on weekdays, when things happen, they will definitely go out collectively.

After thinking for a while, he opened the shop door.

He appeared in front of the big guy and was a woman in her forties. She didn't look pretty, but she looked very temperamental.

She was wearing a dress, holding a foreign hat in one hand, and pushing a suitcase in her hand, like a tourist.

"Sorry, ma'am, we have closed for tonight." Shui Qingshan said to her, "Will you come again tomorrow morning?"

"I……"

The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, but still apologized: "I just finished cooking my mother's funeral. I will return to Los Angeles tomorrow morning by plane. I will never return to China again ... I heard that you are here The birthplace of "If, if you can, can you just cook a bowl of noodles for me?"

At this time, no one in the room spoke, so everyone's words were clearly understood.

"Sister, please sit inside!" Xia He stood up directly. "But there is no fresh noodles in the house anymore. Would you like to cook a bowl of dry noodles?

"Yes, thank you! Excuse me!" The middle-aged woman thanked.

Qingshui Qingshan brought her suitcase in hand. "So, girl, you find a place to sit down, and I will cook noodles for you right away."

When I was talking, he rolled up his sleeves and went into the open-type operation room.

Although there are only dry noodles, there are still seasonings and spice powder. Cooking a bowl of noodles is definitely above the standard level, and Shui Qingshan does not have to worry about smashing the signboard.

I waited until the middle-aged woman sat in the corner, she was sitting so quietly, and she didn't speak, so that she felt a lot of tiredness on her body.

This exhaustion is not only the body, but also the mind.

Because of her, Zhu Mei and others didn't talk anymore, only to see the Shui Qingshan couple cooking noodles.

As a couple of people who have been cooking noodles for more than ten years, although they are not chefs, there is no problem in making a bowl of yangchun noodles, especially in the case of Shen Huan's spice powder. Have confidence.

After five minutes, a simple bowl of yangchun noodles was brought to the middle-aged woman by Shui Qianyu. "Auntie, your yangchun noodles."

The middle-aged woman looked at her and squeezed out a smile, "You are water and rain, aren't you? Cute little sister."

谢谢 "Thank you Auntie."

Qianshui Qianyu showed a sweet smile, "Last things can't be traced. Looking forward to the future, we can make our lives better!"

"Thank you!"

The middle-aged woman nodded slightly.

The rain in front of her eyes made her think of her 30 years ago, how nostalgic the years were.

She looked at the refreshing hot spring noodles sprinkled with green onions, and she was a little lost.

After a short while, she picked up her chopsticks and squeezed her face into her mouth.

The second and third mouths ...

I ate and ate, and her tears burst out.

He dropped from eye to eye and dropped into a line.

But she didn't make a sound, the whole person seemed to be a statue, and didn't move.

After three minutes, she still looked like this.

No tears were heard at all except the tears constantly flowing to the table.

Qun even had a weird atmosphere around the whole noodle shop.

"She's in the wrong state!" Zhu Mei frowned, "This is a state of sadness to the extreme! If it continues, it will cause great damage to her mind!"

"What then?" Xia He was startled, "I'm going to wake her mother?"

"Don't go!" Zhu Mei quickly grabbed her, "If you go to disturb her suddenly, you will easily frighten her mind, maybe suffocate immediately, or even ... more serious is possible!"

"Should we just wait for her to wake up?" Shi Liyou frowned. "If she is so strenuous, the possibility of sudden death still exists!"

"no way!"

Zhu Mei smiled bitterly, "It's better to be quiet than to move, just wait and see ..."

"Just call an ambulance first!" One person suggested, "If it's Shui's here ... I'm afraid it's not a good thing?"

"Oh, what nonsense?" Ding Lun took a sip, but agreed, "If she had something, she would be easier to rescue."

"Well, okay." Shui Qingshan agreed.

After all, this is the place to do business. If this middle-aged woman has something that is both long and short, it would be a bit unlucky.

Even if he didn't regret having the middle-aged woman come in to eat noodles, it didn't mean he was willing to get dirty.

"Ding Dong!"

He and Shui Qianyu sat beside him watching the lively Shen Huan, and a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Zhang Hailun is at this stage of being evoked by a bowl of Yangchun noodles to get along with her mother. Her mind has been completely immersed in the past ~ www.novelhall.com ~ It is easy to cause an accident! The great system decided to give the stupid host a chance to save someone. Please play a guitar song so she can recover! "

我 草!

Shen Huan almost didn't swear, now is 2014, it is an era of science and medical treatment! !!

A guitar song can save people, good man, are you kidding me?

But he has no other choice. Since the system has released the task, he will try his best to complete it.

Because the previous spice powder and guitar (junior) skills have proved that the system of "seeing no one else is better than me" is not so garbage, the things it distributes are quite useful.

In this strange and familiar world, if I can help it, I can live well.

So constantly doing tasks and constantly getting rewards is the best way.

Besides, I still do n’t receive the reward for a guitar song!

Did you say that "you can't see anyone better than me" had expected such a day?

But, what song can be found eagerly?

Shen Huan's thoughts kept turning.

He is not a graduate of a music school. He has only heard those classic songs, otherwise he would have made hundreds of songs and sold them for a long time.

Now it is too difficult for him to find a song that fits the mood of middle-aged women at this time.

How to do……

How to do……

Shen Huan's eyes looked everywhere, hoping to find inspiration.

Suddenly, Shen Huan saw an object on the middle-aged woman's table, as if she had opened up the Eight Classics, and a familiar song appeared in his memory.

Correct!

That's it!