The moment the man holding the fish box appeared, the flickering lights in the noodle shop suddenly returned to normal.
Zhang Wen in red, who was holding the knife forward, also disappeared out of thin air.
The old man who had retreated to the corner let out a long breath and looked at the man at the door with a look of gratitude in his eyes.
The dull young man who was cowering in the corner was frightened by the sudden appearance of the red-clothed ghost. He struggled to get up and opened the door for the man delivering the fish outside.
"What are you doing?"
The man cursed at the dull young man and walked into the noodle shop with the fish box in his arms.
When he saw Yang Ning sitting down, he said with a smile: "Huh? Lao Shi, it's raining so heavily, why are there still people coming to your place to eat noodles at this time? Business is fine!"
"Come! Today's goods!"
The man held the fish box and placed it on the shelf at the door of the kitchen in the noodle shop, and said: "Forty pounds! They are all local Chenhu fish! Check out!"
His words frightened the old man so much that he grabbed him and asked, "Are there any fish from other places?"
"What?"
The man was surprised and said: "Who in this place wants to fish from other places? Can't our own fish be eaten? Or what?"
"Lao Shi, don't do that thing. People outside think that all their farts taste good!"
"let me tell you--"
Seeing that the mouth of the man delivering the fish was as if he wanted to keep talking like a river bursting its banks, the old man angrily shouted: "Shut up!"
The man who sent the fish: "..."
The old man glanced at Yang Ning who was sitting over there. Seeing that Yang Ning had no unusual reaction, the old man said seriously to the fish sender: "Wang Hao! Let me ask you, are there any fish from other places?"
The man who gave the fish nodded, "Yes!"
Old man: "Bring me a box!"
The man who delivered the fish: "I don't have it in my car. Just wait a minute and I'll call someone to deliver it."
Old man: "Okay! Hurry up!"
Taking out his mobile phone, the man who sent the fish made a call and explained a few words.
After that, the small noodle shop that accommodated four people fell silent.
The old man seemed to be unable to bear the atmosphere, so he turned and walked into the kitchen.
The dull young man also walked in.
When the man who sent the fish saw him, he turned around and looked at Yang Ning.
"Hey, you young man, you are quite handsome. You must eat fish from other places, right? Let me tell you, the fish in our Chen Lake are better than those from other places -"
Yang Ning raised her hand, and the fish-sending man who was speaking enthusiastically suddenly became mute and couldn't utter even a single word.
Yang Ning looked at him and asked with a smile: "Is the fish noodle soup here good?"
The fish-giving man nodded, tried to cough twice, and found that he could speak again, and immediately said: "I tell you, Lao Shi's fish soup noodles are the best in our Chenhu!"
"It's just that Lao Shi is a bit..."
After saying that, he sent the fish man to look towards the kitchen, leaned towards Yang Ning and whispered: "Lao Shi is a bit evil!"
Yang Ning looked interested and asked curiously: "Really? What's so weird about it?"
The look on the fish delivery man's face gradually became exaggerated, "He works in the nearby village during the day to make coffins for people, and at night he comes to open a noodle shop. He leads a big fool every day, and he carries a coffin on his back when walking around!"
Yang Ning said with a "worried" look: "Really? That, that's a bit evil!"
The man who sent the fish continued to talk non-stop: "Two days ago, his son came back, and he led a big boss who talked about doing big business..."
As he spoke, the fish man wrapped his clothes tightly around himself.
As he talked more and more enthusiastically, he didn't notice that the temperature around him was decreasing little by little.
Half an hour later.
"Ah sneeze!"
After sneezing, the fish delivery man finally stopped talking because fish from other places were delivered.
In just half an hour, the fish-sending man told Yang Ning almost all the recent gossip in Chen Lake.
After settling the bill with the old man, the man who sent the fish said goodbye to Yang Ning with a look of reluctance, "Young man, I'll see you again in the future!"
"It was quite a pleasure chatting with you!"
Hearing what he said, the corners of the old man's mouth twitched.
The fish arrived and a bowl of fish noodle soup came out quickly.
The dull young man stood at the door of the kitchen holding a bowl of noodles, shivering but not daring to step forward.
When the old man saw this, he cursed: "Why are you trembling?! Pass me your face!"
The young man was still trembling but didn't move.
Snapped!
The old man slapped the table next to him. Suddenly, the dull young man jumped up and walked towards Yang Ning.
Seeing this, Yang Ning smiled and said, "You're not bad at chasing people away, are you?"
The old man just pretended not to hear, turned his head and returned to the kitchen.
The fish soup noodles were placed in front of Yang Ning. He took a pair of chopsticks from the side, added some chili pepper and salt, and stirred evenly.
After picking up a piece of eel and smelling it, Yang Ning put it aside.
After picking up another piece of black fish and smelling it, Yang Ning put it aside.
The dull young man next to him saw it and stammered, "Why don't you eat?"
Picking up the third piece of fish of unknown type, Yang Ning said casually: "Let me see if the boss has given me a double portion of fish."
The dull young man turned his head and looked towards the kitchen——
Bang!
Something seemed to have fallen to the floor in the kitchen.
In less than a minute, Yang Ning picked out all the fish.
He wondered: "This doesn't seem to be the amount of fish for two servings, um..."
"It seems that the fish in Dust Lake are going to be happy."
With that said, Yang Ning stood up and clicked!
The lights in the noodle shop became flickering and intermittent again.
The old man ran out of the kitchen with a panicked look on his face and said hurriedly: "You didn't say whether you wanted a large portion or a small portion!"
"This is a small portion of noodles! I've given you a double portion of fish! That's right!"
Yang Ning said suspiciously: "Really?"
The old man raised his hand and pointed to the price list on the wall, which showed that the fish soup noodles were indeed divided into large, medium and small portions.
"It seems that I misunderstood you?"
Yang Ning sat back and the lights in the noodle shop returned to normal.
Then the old man's heart returned to his stomach.
Yang Ning picked up the noodles with chopsticks and was about to eat——
Ding dong!
Someone's cell phone rang in the store.
It's an old man's.
Someone sent a voice message to the old man.
The old man opened the phone tremblingly and the message played.
It was sent by the fisherman just now.
"Old Shi! Has that idiot left after eating?"
"Do you still have to eat fish from other places? Let me go to hell with the fish from other places! To tell you the truth, the two boxes I just gave you were all local Chen Lake fish!"
"Did that idiot eat it? He can't eat it?! Haha!"
elder:"......"
The dull young man: "..."
It was windy and rainy outside, and the noodle shop fell into deathly silence again.
The old man's face was ashen, and his eyes were full of despair.
Yang Ning put down the chopsticks in his hand and wiped his mouth with paper that had not touched the fish soup noodles.
Glancing at the wind and rain outside the noodle shop, his calm voice sounded like thunder in the old man's ears——
"Any last words?"
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