Male God Please Lie Down

The man came over and asked with a smile.

Yin Qingming glanced at him, then glanced at the sword in his hand, and nodded slightly.

It was the man who forcibly tried to eat when he first opened the shop.

At that time, I felt unusual. Looking at him at this time, looking at the man in the fox cloak, I felt that the man was unusual.

It's not just the gorgeous clothes and the deterrence that he brings, he has an aura that makes people afraid to approach.

The kind of Jinma Yutang's guilt-like atmosphere made everyone afraid to take a second look after just one glance.

Someone ate two bites in a hurry, got up and walked away.

Soon the shop was full, and more than half of the people walked.

"There is a place, please sit down!"

Yin Qingming faintly compared his hands and told them to sit down first.

Such a shelter in front of the door, like a door god, like this, who would dare to come in and eat.

The rest of the black-clothed men greeted the man with the fox fur cloak sitting in their mouths. Since these black-clothed men were also sitting on one side, the man's brilliance was quickly obscured.

"What to eat?"

Yin Qingming looked at the man in front of him and asked.

"Just the one that I ate that day, come six bowls. And what is this, I want this, and this..."

He looked at Huang Cancan's pumpkin pie, with the word blessing on it, and suddenly found it very interesting.

"Okay, do you need chili for vermicelli soup?"

Yin Qingming asked again.

"What is pepper!?"

The man didn't understand, he looked at Yin Qingming suspiciously.

Yin Qingming immediately chopped up a plate of pickled chili sauce on one side and handed it over.

The man sniffed at it, and felt a pungency in an instant, with tears in his eyes.

"It's so cool, put this on a small plate, whoever likes it."

After speaking, he also walked towards the man with the fox fur cloak.

Inside the shop, there is a charcoal fire, and it can be quite hot when there are too many people.

Yin Qingming noticed that the hard-to-provoke took off the large cloak outside, revealing the vermilion brocade robe inside.

He is really such a good-looking man who can wear red. He doesn't look very feminine, but he feels a sense of beauty.

Yin Qingming took a look, then withdrew his gaze. After a while, he prepared six bowls of duck blood fans and let the peach blossoms pass over them.

After that, he personally brought the chili sauce, pumpkin pie and tea eggs.

"This chili sauce has a unique smell, and not everyone can try it."

After she had ordered this sentence, she left, don't wait, feel unbearable for her to make compensation.

Just after Yin Qingming left, the black-clothed man who had eaten the two ate the man in red and whispered, "His Royal Highness, this is really good."

"Ok!!"

The man who had been made his Royal Highness stretched out his closing finger, made a bit of it in the plate of chili sauce, put it in his fans, stirred it, and instantly a pungency spread in the air.

The soup-milk-white, rich aroma, plus this bit of spicy.

He was very picky about eating, he finished the bowl of vermicelli soup at once, and took over two pumpkin pie and one tea egg.

Everyone was eating heartily. At this time, a person sitting at the outside table suddenly thumped and fell down.