"You two, wait a minute, it won't take long." Xueji took back the dish, and Duanmu Yawang said to her: "I want to eat rice, not steamed buns, grandpa, how about you?"

"Me too."

"Okay." Xue Ji cast a wink at Duanmu Yawang, twisted his waist and walked toward the kitchen with a smile.

When he first entered the inn, Duanmu Yawang didn't have time to look at the surrounding environment. Now, when he took a look, he found that the first floor of the inn had a large place for guests to eat. There were more than ten tables, and the distance between each table was very wide.

The overall look is spacious and comfortable.

However, there were not many people downstairs at this time. They sat sparsely at two or three tables. She thought about it and said to Xiao Bailu: "Xiao Baibai, what time is it about now?"

Little Bailu was cultivating, opened his eyes upon hearing this, looked at the hourglass on one side, and replied, "It's noon."

"Noon? So fast?"

"You don't want to think about how long it took you to find a house later. It's this time."

Duanmu Yawang didn't say anything, but she was a little puzzled, isn't this inn that doesn't allow people to enter and leave casually? It's noon now, why are so few people eating?

Don’t they have to eat?

Duanmu Yawang thought this way, looked at the two or three tables of guests on one side, but saw that those three tables were eating. They estimated that they were well-educated, had elegant movements, and did not speak when eating. They were all quiet, except for chopsticks and chopsticks. There was a crisp sound from the collision of dishes, and there was almost no other sound.

Perhaps sensing her gaze, one of the young men looked in her direction.

This man has a pair of very clear purple eyes, his face is quite delicate, he seems to be a very good person, Duan Muya took a look, almost remembered the other's face.

However, he glanced in her direction, and then moved away. This kind of action by the other party gave Duanmu Yawang a very strange feeling.

How to put it, when two people’s eyes collide, they can meet each other, and both sides can feel it, and when the man looks in her direction, because he clearly feels that his eyes are exactly the same as the other's. It hit, however, the other party didn't seem to feel his presence, and suddenly looked away.

It feels like... She is transparent! He can't see her at all!

Thinking of this, Duanmu Yawang's eyelids twitched.

The old man didn’t pay attention to these people in the inn. Instead, he was holding a cup of tea and drinking while looking out the window. He said to her, “Miss Duanmu, this inn, don’t you think it’s weird?”

Duanmu Yawang smiled helplessly, "I feel, but since we entered the Street of Wrongdoing, everything seems strange to us, maybe this is the normal state of this place?"

The old man glanced at her deeply, without comment.

"Master, they are also hungry." Xiao Bailu was called out by Duanmu Yawang from the practice, and touched his belly aggrievedly: "When you eat later, remember to save some for me."

"You shouldn't eat anything, right?" Duanmu Yawang put down the cup, poured himself a cup of tea, and said leisurely: "This place is very evil. You still don't want to come out casually, and don't eat anything here. good."

"but……"

"No, but I have to bear it if I want to eat. I can't bear to ask your other host to see if he can provide you with something to eat."

"He can eat nothing for a year like Gong Yulanzhi, and there is no food on his hands. How could I have something to eat?"

Duanmu Yawang is very simple: "Everyone is a god, since they can not eat for a year, I believe you can also, this appetite, at this time you should give up."

Little Bailu didn't follow him, Duanmu Yawang ignored him, and continued to look at the surrounding environment, and found that there were still very transparent windows on the first floor, and six windows could be seen in this hall alone.

And the windows are wide open, following the windows, you can see the roadside situation outside.

"Two guests, the dishes are here."

At this time, Sekkisei personally walked out from one side carrying the hot dishes, walked towards them with a smile, briskly put the dishes on the table, and said, "Sekine will go and serve others to the two of you. Come up."

After that, I went on again.

Duanmuya glanced around and found that such a big inn hadn't seen the other minors. At first, there were minors in the inn.

This inn didn't have it, just a snow muscle and a shopkeeper, which was strange.

"Fine."

Duan Muya didn't think much about it, bowed her head and prepared to eat.

The names of the dishes in this inn sounded strange, but when they came out, the dishes looked good, and there was a lot of meat, and they smelled delicious.

"Grandpa, please."

Duanmu Yawang handed the bowls and chopsticks to the old man, the old man took it, and the two of them filled the meal and began to eat.

When Duanmu Yawang and the old man took the first bite, their brows were suddenly frowned, and the two looked at each other, and they didn't speak.

Well, the food is average.

No, it should be said to be very general.

The more demanding ones are actually unpalatable.

It was the first time that the two of them knew that the dishes made from pork and beef and duck meat actually had such a flavor.

Although the food is unpalatable, Duanmu Yawang and the old man are hungry. They need to fill their stomachs to do other things, so they must eat.

In the end, both of them ate a lot.

After eating, Duan Muya pouring a cup of tea over the taste in her mouth, secretly sighed: Alas, it's a rush to come to Wangzhi Street, I would have prepared some food before I knew it.

They all blame Ning Xiu for bringing her in here, why didn't they tell her earlier, and only came to her in the middle of the night, so that she didn't even have time to prepare to eat!

Besides, before setting off, she said she wanted to prepare something to eat, but a few people actually said not to...Don't they think the dish is not delicious?

Or... It’s just that the food in this inn is not good?

"Little white."

"Huh?" In order to resist the temptation of the dishes, Xiao Bailu began to practice hard. Hearing Duanmu Yawang calling him, thinking she allowed him to eat, he quickly opened his eyes and looked at her baffledly.

Duanmuya glanced at him and said, "I really envy you not to eat."

After that, he frowned and took a cup of tea before his mouth.

Little Bailu looked at her like this, then looked at the wreckage on the table. It was a little unclear, so Duanmu Yawang reached out and patted his head, and said, "It's great that you don't need to eat. Do you know what these dishes feel like to me?"

"what?"

"Similar to the flavour of rancid rice."

Little Bailu was suspicious, as if I read too many books, you couldn't deceive me: "Impossible? If so, you still eat so much?"