All the Planes Knelt and Begged the Villainess to be Humane Chapter 1194: Tragic adoptive mother (twenty)

As long as no one pays attention to the blog, she will basically not read her articles. It is a relatively private space.

To prevent this article from being accidentally found and deleted, she used two accounts and each posted an article.

One article can be seen by tourists, and one article can be seen by oneself, which is considered foolproof.

But the Internet is not well developed at this time, so she thinks this should not be used.

She also looked for the previous post about Xie's couple looking for a son, which had been deleted long ago, as if it had never appeared before.

Then she used the trumpet to comment on this article, and came up with a self-acting and self-directing.

She changed her address, but she couldn't find out that it was sent by the same person.

Feeling that it was almost done, Qianyan decided to go online today and stop here, and decided to eat some noodles before going home.

It is afternoon, and there are few people in the noodle shop.

Even if Xiaomeng tastes good, the business will not be overwhelmed in this small town at a time when the Internet is not yet developed.

Besides, the noodles here are delicious, and a bowl costs several yuan, which is a luxury for many people.

Many people who go to the market in the village basically buy some steamed buns. A bowl of noodles can buy a lot of steamed buns.

"Your face."

A dull voice sounded above his head, Qian Yan raised his eyes, he was a tall man with no expression on his face.

She said casually: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The man turned around and continued back to the back kitchen.

You can directly see the back kitchen from here, and she is the only one eating noodles in the shop.

After the man cooked the noodles, he didn't sit still. He seemed to be still cooking the noodles, and he seemed to be preparing various sauces.

Maybe Qianyan's eyes are more straightforward, looking up and seeing: "Is there still a need?"

"Are you the boss here?"

There are usually people doing odd jobs, and there is a curtain leading to the back kitchen, but she has never met the owner of this shop.

"Yes."

The man didn't talk too much. Seeing that Qianyan didn't need it, he continued to prepare the sauce with his head down, frowning occasionally, and occasionally widening his eyebrows.

Qianyan also looked away and continued eating noodles.

No wonder she said that the taste will be better in the future. The owner of this restaurant is quite obsessed with the taste, but it satisfies her who likes food.

Qianyan decided to take the adoptive parents at home to eat when she had time. This place is still some distance from the village, so it's not easy to pack, and it won't taste as good when you take it home.

She is an activist, and brought Zhang Zengmei and Gong Yuanren over for noodles the next afternoon.

This time is chosen because there is no one in the noodle shop, and the couple will not be crowded.

The wheelchairs of the two will occupy two seats, which is not convenient for anyone.

She pushed a wheelchair with one hand and pushed the two of them to the front of the noodle shop. There is another step here. She was just about to lift Zhang Zengmei's wheelchair when another voice came from inside: "Eat noodles?"

"Eat noodles." After Qianyan finished speaking, the man from yesterday appeared in front of her. He walked up to her, glanced at the two couples, and stretched out his arms to bring Zhang Zengmei and her wheelchair in.

He walked to a seat, moved a stool away with one foot, and placed Zhang Zengmei firmly and low beside the seat.

Then he turned around and brought Gong Yuanren in as before.

"Sit."

He pointed to the menu on the table: "Order and call me."

Zhang Zengmei: "The young man is really strong."

"No, I was shocked." Gong Yuanren patted his heart, "But it's pretty stable."

After the three of them had chosen noodles, Qianyan called the man over, and after the man wrote it down, he immediately went in to get busy. After a while, three bowls of fragrant noodles appeared on the table.

Zhang Zengmei and Gong Yuanren glanced at each other, and both swallowed their saliva. The daughter didn't lie, she really smelled delicious.

When leaving, the man helped the two of them down the steps, turned around and went into the back kitchen to continue researching the seasoning.

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