The Empty Street was blown by a cold wind, revealing the cold contrast between Ye Sheng and Ren Tu.
Ren Tu was waiting for his noodles. He wanted to kill ye Sheng after eating the noodles.
And Ye Sheng was also waiting for the noodles.
The fragrance assailed his nose, bringing with it traces of smoke and fire. Ye Sheng, who had already reached the stage of fasting, had not eaten for a long time.
His appetite was on the verge of exploding.
Drip! Drip! Drip!
The light rain fell and dampened the ground, gradually becoming bigger and bigger.
The blind woman immediately got her son to support the rain cloth and said apologetically, "Dear guests, I'm really sorry. It's raining and I didn't prepare an umbrella for you."
Ren Tu said indifferently, "There's no need."
Ye Sheng, on the other hand, said gently, "The lady boss only needs to cook the noodles. This bit of rain is nothing."