The boy with blood on his face was easy to normal. He stumbled forward regardless of the blood in his left hand, and raised his hand and grabbed the girl's arm savagely.

His voice was hoarse and low, and he lowered his voice and threatened: "Don't be crazy Jiang Anzhi."

However, this girl, who had always been weak, was clearly as fragile as willow catkins in the wind, but she didn't know where the strength came from, and she actually shook his hand away.

No matter how sincere he had just used some strength, his wrists turned blue.

Jiang Anzhi still had the same expression, stubborn and a little cold, and said, "Since Brother Da has sacrificed, we will disperse."

Her tone was cold, and she seemed to be a stranger.

Yi Ruchang never thought that she, who has always been regarded as a little sister, suddenly said such words.

He doesn't like separation, and he doesn't accept any separation!

What's more, Cai Lida just...

“…”

But he didn't say anything or try to keep him. He just glanced at Jiang Anzhi's eyes and knew that he could not keep this teammate of life and death.

Are you going to be alone again? It’s really a turn of feng shui. Is it less than a year to live a good life?

The girl still had blood on the back of her hand. She wiped her tears and rubbed the blood on her cheeks. She restrained her pain and sadness, turned around and left, and disappeared into the setting sun.

After that, it has been ten years.

Yi Ruchang waited for the steamed noodles to be served, and seemed to slowly feel that the glasses of wine were drunk too quickly. He hadn't eaten at all since he vomited in the morning, so he got up so easily and his stomach was inexplicably twitching.

He lay on the boss's desk casually, and his slightly red fingers gently tapped the table.

After thinking about it, Yi Ruchang asked without a name: "Have she come to the store many times?"

"No, she's just one day earlier than you.

Why did you suddenly ask me this?” Even though he answered, the boss still didn’t stop his movements.

"Boss, do you think we have really changed a lot?" Yi Ruchang asked with no brainstorm, but his eyes raised up made the boss suddenly stunned.

He looked at Yi Ruchang silently, as if he had looked at him sincerely for the first time after entering the store.

Have these eyes changed?

It probably hasn't changed, but it always makes people feel that it's different.

Shaking his head, the boss turned around and brought out the pork belly rice bowl, walked to him and put it down.

"Just like pork belly rice bowl, maybe you were all blanched in the first place back then. When the three of you separated, maybe they temporarily put away the water. The piece of meat was cut into slices. Everything added afterwards was seasoning, spicy sauce, green onion, ginger and garlic, and a pinch of salt and a pinch of sugar. Time and experience will only make your original pure taste stronger and stronger. Finally, the rice will be added to become a complete pork belly rice bowl."

Didn't change? The boss didn't say anything. After a description, it made Mo Li's nose full of fireworks.

Yi Ruchang had a bitter face, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with the boss' description, and said, "Hey, boss, do I look like pork belly? Why do you think I am so suitable to be served on the table now..."

After taking the plate, Yi Ruchang's nose satisfied with the familiar fragrance, and teased the boss: "Old man, you still speak like that, and you will never leave your kitchen matters."

"I'm just a cook, this is just a metaphor. Eat it, don't let it cool down." A middle-aged man who was not like an old man shook his head, wiped his hands with a rag, found a glass of water to drink, and drank it as if he was a good wine in his hand.

Yi Ruchang lowered his head, took a bite and put down his chopsticks, curled his lips, and said, "It's still so unpalatable."

His stomach was churning, and Yiru always felt his face burning. He didn't say anything.

Mo Li found it strange, it was obviously very fragrant.

To verify, he carefully lowered his head and tasted his steamed noodles: "Hey, it's obviously delicious, Ningning, do you think so..."

When he turned around, Ningning was stuffing something into her mouth frantically, with her eyes still glowing, looking at the next piece of chicken feet she was interested in.

OK, it's beyond words to say whether it tastes delicious or not.

Yiru always lay on the table, and his ears became more and more hot.

Mo Li smiled bitterly when he turned around: "Mr. Yi, your alcohol tolerance is amazing..."

Thinking of this, he scratched his head: Actually, he remembered the banquet that sent the mountain god to the mountain god at that time, and several people slid under the table. He was not very good at it, and he was embarrassed to talk about his husband's alcohol tolerance.

By the way, Moli quickly finished cooking the delicious steamed noodles.

Seeing that Mr. Yi's hand was still knocking on the table intentionally or unintentionally, he made up his mind and pulled Yi Ruchang's sleeves, asking him a question he had been holding back for a while: "Sir, I want to know how Mr. Cai Lida sacrificed."

The boss paused for a moment, and after hearing the word sacrifice he said, he turned back and continued to make some wine and food.

I don’t know if Yi Ruchang heard it, but he sat up lazily, looking at Mo Li with his face tilted.

Then, I asked a question about the wrong topic.

"Little Lizi, sir, have you taught you a lot."

Mo Li honestly replied: "Yes, quite a lot."

After answering with such a look, he immediately wanted to suck himself. Although Mo Li was very interested in saying, "Sir, you taught me a lot," he thought about it. If he said nothing now, he would probably not hear anything next. Forget it, the gentleman is drunk anyway, just coax him."

Then he whispered honey: "Sir, I have taught you a lot."

"Then I ask you, what is entering the Tao?"

It's easy to ask like this.

As expected, there is no benefit to telling lies. Mo Li sighed and could only catch blindly.

Yi Ruchang chuckled. For some reason, Xiao Lizi, who was full of wine and food, read too much from Mr. Yi's expression, which made him feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't tell why.

He had no choice but to bow his head and admit honestly: "I don't know."

Yi Ruchang raised his hand and rubbed Mo Li's hair without any accuracy. His strength was not light or heavy. He almost overturned it directly.

Then, he burped and said with a smile: "Let me give you an example. For example, compared to old man Shang Huaijin and me, who do you think is more powerful? Hahaha, of course it's me, then do you know why?"

After asking and answering questions, it is easy to ask questions again as often as possible.

But don’t look at Mo Li’s stupidity. He has been studying compulsory education for so many years and has always been very eye-catching when answering questions based on context.

Rubbing his nose, he replied proudly: "Because, you have entered the Tao, he has not."

Yi Ruchang laughed and rubbed his head again.

"Hahaha, it's very good, little brother! Not bad, that's exactly what it is.

It is easy to enter the Tao, but it is difficult to explain it clearly in a few words. In short, looking at this vast world of cultivation, there are not more than a hundred cultivators who have entered the Tao. When fighting, they rely on their daily practice, weapons, and experience.

It’s like the old man Shang Huaijin, who is experienced in fighting, even if everything is half a jar of water, can scare the young child away.

But I am not. I am just a solar panel. If the sun doesn’t explode, I will be full! It won’t leak sideways, nor will it be eaten up. Compared with the energy-gathering battery like old man, I am, just..."

Having said that, Yi Ruchang was like a broken piece and could not organize his words. He scratched his head and looked at the sky without knowing what he was thinking.

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of any metaphor, and he couldn't hold on to his face, so he tilted his head and fell down again.
Chapter completed!