After exploding his head, Mafan finally gave up after hitting three electric poles in a row. Otherwise, mental labor was more difficult than physical labor. Mafan, who was already hungry, was even hungry now. The feeling of hunger was like the mood of an African refugee after ten days and half a month of hunger. His entire stomach sac was covered with sour water, and he twitched in severe pain and curled into a ball.

The troubled brother, who was double-harmed by mental pressure and force, got angry again and suddenly cursed: "I'm the first one! I don't care? I'm going to eat, the emperor is so great that he will die! I'll eat first!"

He vented his anger and walked towards a breakfast vendor at the entrance of the community. He casually found a hot dry noodles stall selling hot dry noodles and sat down. He called the boss in Jiangcheng dialect: "Boss! Come with a bowl of hot dry noodles, and add more sesame paste!"

"Okay!" The owner of the noodle stall selling hot dry noodles is a middle-aged couple in their thirties and forties. He is very enthusiastic when doing business. In addition, the hot dry noodles tastes great, so the noodles business is particularly popular. One of the couple is responsible for making noodles and the other is responsible for delivering noodles, collecting money, picking up dishes, bowls and chopsticks. He is busy with a butterfly flying in flowers.

Since Mafan lived in this community, he has been having breakfast at their house, so he is very familiar with the boss and his wife. When he saw Mafan coming, although he was too busy, the boss's wife still greeted him enthusiastically with a smile on her face: "Yeah? Please, brother, it's so early today? Usually you come when we close the stall?"

[Note: The boss's wife calls the protagonist "Brother" not the kind of cute little girl's voice, but the name of older people in Jiangcheng when they joke with young people who are familiar but not very familiar. The young people call peers older than them, and the name of "Guizi" means intimacy, similar to "Tiezi" and "Tizi" in other regions.]

The boss responded with a smile, picked up the long-handled bamboo hat with a scalded noodles with his right hand, quickly grabbed a handful of oily and alkaline noodles and stuffed it into the long-handled bamboo hat, put it in the boiled pot, swung it around twice, and then carried it in the boiling water for three ups and three times, drained the soup. The long-handled bamboo hat with a long-handled bamboo hat was pulled out a spear, turning and shaking, and the hot oily and alkaline noodles were clearly rooted, and the fat and steamed steam rolled into a large basin prepared with the left hand.

This large bowl is not intended for customers, but because hot dry noodles are different from soup noodles, they are sticky in small bowls after adding seasonings, which is difficult to stir. Some clumsy customers often easily get sesame paste on their hands or fall out when mixing noodles. Therefore, the boss thoughtfully prepared this large bowl specially used for mixing noodles.

With the hot noodles, I quickly took the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, pepper, MSG, green onion, old ginger sauce, garlic, red pepper, spicy radish, sour beans, and sesame paste into the bowl with a small spoon and asked, "Do you want coriander and chili sauce?"

Then add chopped cilantro leaves and spicy special chili sauce, pour a scoop of braised beef soup, pick up a pair of long chopsticks for mixing noodles, three rounds on the left and three rounds on the right, pick up the noodles and stretch them in the basin like ramen. In the blink of an eye, the noodles and various sauces added were evenly mixed together. The red chili oil, green onion and coriander leaves, white garlic foam and yellow ginger sauce, were poured into the bathroom bowl and served in front of Ma Fan.

The hungry masala sail was smelled of the scent of the hot dry noodles, and the stomach was like a thunder roar. It swallowed desperately. While reaching out to pump the bamboo chopsticks from the chopsticks made of Baiyunbian wine box on the table, he shouted: "Give me another bowl of tofu brain, or sweet rice wine!"

Women have to count their meals, men have to yell at them, and the hungry wolf's Ma Fan went down with chopsticks and picked up half a bowl of noodles, snorted and stuffed them into his mouth, swallowed them almost without chewing them. A ball of fragrant, spicy, and hot dough fell into the stomach acid that was almost concentrated into sulfuric acid, which almost made people hear "Squeeze!", satisfying their digestion**.

Ma Fan, who felt that he had survived, sighed before he could have time to be happy, and the secretary in his mind suddenly started to scream:

"Didi! I found that the intake of carriers can convert natural energy substances! Start testing!"

"It is judged that it can be naturally converted into bioenergy through the internal system of the carbon-based carrier. With the current state of the carbon-based carrier, it can supplement the large amount of trace elements required by the carbon-based carrier. It is recommended to consume a large amount of ingestion!"

"The carbon-based carrier matrix evolution assist system is automatically turned on, starting to increase the body operation power in the carbon-based carrier and speed up the intake and absorption speed: 120%, 150%, 200%, 300%..."

The troubled brother, who was shocked by the secretary in his head, sat up with a big mouthful of hot dry noodles in his mouth, suddenly sat up straight, dragging a long noodles like a hanged ghost tongue on his chin, "burp~" and choked gorgeously!

Suddenly, the stomach bag that began to secrete stomach acid wildly made Ma Fan reluctant to spit out the noodles in his mouth, so he rolled his eyes, and while chewing the noodles in his mouth with pain, he chewed the noodles in his mouth crazy, blocking his chest in one breath and unable to come or go. His little face turned red, and he was about to pout!

The proprietress who walked over with a bowl of brewed sweet rice wine was shocked when she saw it and shouted: "Finished bird! Finished bird! Choked! Eat slowly? Hurry up! Take a sip of water! Take a sip of water!" She hurriedly handed the sweet rice wine to Ma Fan's hand.

But can the sweet rice wine that has just been washed out with boiling water be drunk for people who are choked?

Ma Fan had just squirted, and his eyes suddenly burst out. Fortunately, he was worried that many people at the same table were eating noodles. Please hold the table with both hands, slide your butt back, and stick your butt backwards, and then lowered your head, "Ah puff~~~!" and then squirted all over the floor.

The trouble brother, who was so hot that he jumped up, covered his sausage-like mouth with one hand like a monkey, screaming while jumping while thrusting his chest. There was nothing he could do, and he was choking!

A circle of people next to him looked at the little face in shock and thrust into a troubled brother who was jumping around. Fortunately, an old lady at the same table reacted quickly enough. She snatched the pleasure from her granddaughter's hand, sucked a pair of chopsticks and poked it, stirred the sealing paper at the bottle mouth and stuffed it into Ma Fan's hand: "Young man! Come on! Drink this! It's not hot!"

I still care if there is any saliva from other children in this coolness. As soon as Ma Fan took it, he sucked a lot of breath, and finally rushed the noodles that were blocked in his throat. He looked at the old lady who saved his life with tears in her eyes: "It's so good! Why didn't I think it's so good to drink before!"

The guests around who were having breakfast laughed, but the little sister who was snatched up and cried with a "wow~".

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Chapter completed!