There are about two to three hundred households in this small town, and there is only one tavern. The front door is shabby, and the cloth cover is sticky with rain.

He Lingchuan and the two walked in. The shop owner was taking a nap with his hands curled up. There were five tables in the shop, but there was only one customer.

Business is slow. But on a rainy day, who has nothing to do to run out?

Dong Rui rubbed his hands and stepped forward, slapping the table to wake up the shop owner: "Two bowls of hot noodle soup first! What else is delicious here?"

The shop owner said sleepily: "Yesterday the hunter in the mountains shot down a big deer..."

"Oh?" The venison is a great supplement. Dong Rui was very happy. He didn't expect to find game in the small shabby shop in the town. "Cut two plates of venison for me, with tendons!"

"Sir, I haven't finished what I said." The shopkeeper muttered, "The venison is sold out, the deer's face is gone, and only a little rice blood made of deer blood is left. Would you like some?"

Dong Rui's shoulders slumped: "Come on, come and get whatever you want. Give us another bottle of wine."

The hot noodle soup came first, two big bowls, which seemed ordinary at first glance, but turned out to be spicy and sour as soon as it entered the mouth.

There is not much stuff in it, the egg flakes are almost invisible, and the carrots are cut like hair. I have to say that the shop’s knife skills are good. But the advantage is that the sour soup is well prepared, and the multi-grain noodles are chewy, and there is also...

Got some mint.

Dong Rui took a mouthful of noodles and a mouthful of soup, sighed a few times, and felt relieved.
Chapter completed!