Chapter 228 - 228 226 The Noodle Restaurant in the City

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228: Chapter 226: The Noodle Restaurant in the City 228: Chapter 226: The Noodle Restaurant in the City Fang Geyu casually tossed the wallet into his arms and chuckled lightly, “Isn’t this quite wealthy? With the Luminous Pearl that’s worth a fortune, what need is there for pocket money?” Baili An thought to himself, I didn’t ask for pocket money, wasn’t it you who wanted to give it to me? Holding the wallet, he was utterly confused by her sudden burst of temper. “Fang Geyu, are you angry?” Fang Geyu smirked coolly, “Such a trivial matter is hardly worth my anger.” Baili An wisely shut his mouth. Seeing that he actually stopped asking for pocket money, Fang Geyu’s elegant eyes half-closed in a detached manner, emotionless yet somehow conveying a hint of joy and anger. She suddenly said, “I don’t want to eat cheap stuff like wonton noodle soup.” Baili An, not realizing she was just being moody, asked, “Then what would you like to eat?” She lazily lifted her eyes, spurting out two words, “Eat spicy.” “Eat spicy?” Baili An’s eyes widened. “Spicy food early in the morning?” Fang Geyu raised her long eyelashes, giving him a look as if she were sizing up a dead fish, “Why? Is there a problem?” Before Baili An could respond whether it was okay or not, Miss Fang abruptly took a turn and headed towards Dongguan Town. Baili An had no choice but to follow with an umbrella in hand. He remembered clearly that the Miss was not particularly good at handling spicy food. After several turns, they arrived at a noodle shop, where a simple wooden sign with the words ‘Bashu Noodles’ was hung in black lacquered characters. Approaching the noodle shop, the scent of chili oil wafting from inside had many passersby continuously sneezing, utterly overwhelmed by the smell. This Bashu Noodles was famously authentic. The cuisine of Bashu was renowned worldwide for its spiciness. This noodle shop was naturally extraordinary, even some folks from Xianling City found its smell overwhelming. Fang Geyu was among these people. As she sat down beside a window, her petite nose had already turned red. Baili An couldn’t smell these odors, showing no reaction. He suddenly remembered the inexplicable words of the mysterious figure in black robe he had bumped into on the corridor this morning. That person had mentioned that this Bashu Noodles shop in Dongguan Town was pretty good, and had recommended he give it a try. He wasn’t sure what the intentions of the man in the black robe were. Yet, as Fang Geyu whimsically decided she wanted spicy early in the morning, they ended up leaving the Inner City and heading to this Bashu noodle shop. Looking at the ancient décor within the shop, it had a charm starkly different from that of Xianling City. Plain and unadorned, with wooden screen-built windows reflecting delicate snow, hanging a string of dried red chili peppers. The tablecloths and door curtains were woven from brown plain ropes, each embroidered with ancient totems of the Vermilion Bird spewing fire. The people of Xianling City usually preferred light flavors, and early morning was indeed the time to nourish the stomach, so this Bashu Noodles shop was rather quiet. In the not-so-big noodle shop, there was only a slight scent of cooking and an elderly woman kneading dough and boiling water, but hardly any diners. It seemed somewhat out of place compared to the bustle of the city. However, when Baili An settled down in the small shop, he vaguely sensed a long-lost and familiar flavor. It was inexplicably comforting and heartwarming. On the table, there was a bowl of hot noodle soup. Looking at the plump white noodles floating on the soup, one would know they were chewy and smooth, topped with leaves of greens and thin slices of beef streaked with fat, shining with red oil splashed chili. Beside the noodles was small plate holding appetizers and a pan-fried wallet egg, which the elderly woman proprietor had provided for free. Fang Geyu expressionlessly stared at the big bowl of noodle soup drizzled with sesame red oil before her. She hadn’t even lifted her chopsticks when her eyes were already overwhelmed by the spicy fragrance. Seeing her like this, Baili An kindly suggested, “How about we switch to another place?” Fang Geyu ignored him, brushing a strand of greenish hair behind her ear and stirring the beef and red oil with a soup spoon. She scooped up a spoonful of the hot noodle soup. Then she drank it. “Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough!!!” What followed was a tremendous bout of coughing, one wave after another. Her fair neck turned a slight pink; her natural lips, unglossed, added a touch of loveliness. Her eyes misty with tears and flush, she coughed with her shoulders heaving, looking at the bowl of noodles as if it was a formidable opponent. Baili An didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. The last time they had dinner together in the Mountain Realm, he had noticed that Miss Fang didn’t dislike spicy food; she just wasn’t good at eating it. This Bashu Noodles was probably beyond her tolerance. He quickly poured her a pot of tea. Fang Geyu, without thinking, took the cold tea and gulped it down, immediately her expression stiffened, turning very unpleasant, her face reddening slowly, the mist in her eyes thickening. Clearly having trouble swallowing, but upon seeing the old woman wiping the tables next to the stove, she forced herself to swallow the tea in her mouth, tears flowing out. She glared at Baili An forcefully, her expression somewhat aggrieved. The old woman who noticed the commotion looked up at Baili An with a slight smile, saying, “Our tea here is also authentic Sichuan pepper tea, loved to death by those who favor it, but torturous for those who can’t handle spicy. This young lady can’t handle spicy, huh?” Baili An remained silently speechless. What kind of shop was this, putting Sichuan pepper even in their tea, was it because they worried their business wasn’t quiet enough? Standing up, he wiped the tea from her lips with his sleeve, Baili An chuckled helplessly, “If you can’t eat it, don’t force it, why torture yourself? Wait here for me.” Fang Geyu wasn’t used to his actions, she shrank her neck but didn’t dodge, letting him dry the water from her lips without a word, watching Baili An took his wallet and dashed out. She snorted softly, touched her lips, then continued to lower her head and pick at the noodles and beef in her soup bowl, her brow furrowed as if confronted with some tricky problem. The old woman who had finished wiping the table soon came over, holding a handful of small coins and smiled kindly at Fang Geyu. “Young lady, if you are not accustomed to spicy, why waste the money? You are still young, but you also need to know how to manage a household.” Saying this, the old woman, with trembling hands full of wrinkles and crevices, placed the coins she had collected from Fang Geyu on the table. Fang Geyu paused, squinting her eyes, “What do you mean by this, elder?” The old woman smiled, “If you can’t eat, don’t eat. I saw you only had a sip of noodle soup. Just return it and go eat something else.” Fang Geyu picked up the coins from the table, putting them back in the old woman’s pocket. She said softly, “Don’t worry, I won’t waste food.” She could clearly see that the old woman was of a thrifty nature. The reason she offered a refund was out of concern that Fang Geyu would throw away the uneaten noodles, preferring to eat them herself. The old woman paused, then laughed and shook her head, “You really are a good child.” Fang Geyu blushed and turned her head towards the window to watch the heavy snow, remaining silent.

Chapter 228 - 228 226 The Noodle Restaurant in the City

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