Chapter 14 The Man Who Eats Noodles

Boss Jiyuan is scared to death.

Shengzhiwei Noodle Restaurant is the ancestral industry of the owner of Jiyuan's family. It is famous for making noodles. Fifty years ago, it was also a famous shop on several streets nearby. Many noble people went to Shengzhiwei to eat a bowl of chopped green onion noodles made by the secret method of the Jiyuan family. When the business was the most popular, there could even be a long queue of more than 100 meters outside the store.

The delicious noodles are really delicious.

This sentence is the heartfelt sigh of Master Wakano, the host of Qingshui Temple, after tasting Jiyuan scallion noodles. Although it is straightforward and simple, it expresses the voice of countless diners.

However, after entering the modern society, the once-timely popular noodle restaurant has also failed. Young people have gone to eat KFC McDonald's, an American fast food, while the upper-class nobles are popular to eat French food, and few people will come to eat a bowl of old-fashioned green onion noodles. Since the current boss Jiyuan took over the store from his father 15 years ago, although he has worked hard to manage it, it is still getting worse and worse. It is barely maintained by the support of the nostalgic old customers on the nearby streets. Boss Jiyuan gradually became frustrated. He had been thinking that he wanted to exchange the store and change his business to do something else. With this idea, he didn't pay much attention to the operation. He opened it late and closed early, and the top was slow and gave less. The reputation among the old customers gradually deteriorated, and there were fewer and fewer customers.

On this day, it was cloudy from the morning. At noon, there was a light rain, and the business in the store was deserted. There was no customer who came to eat noodles at noon. Boss Jiyuan lazily lay on the counter and tossed coins for a while. Finally, he made up his mind and waved his hand and said, "Close the door. It's closed today."

The middle-aged female saleswoman who sat there watching TV boredly heard the boss's words and jumped up excitedly and ran to the door of the store, ready to close the shop. The store is not good and can't afford to hire people. The only clerk, Lihua Lizi, is a relative of Boss Jiyuan in Hokkaido. He doesn't want to do it for a long time without spending a few money a month. It's just because of the face of relatives, it's hard to say. Usually, it looks like countless colorful dishes and noodles, but the store is the most motivated when it comes to get off work.

Lihua Lizi walked out of the store and began to put on the baffle. As soon as he got on the first baffle, he suddenly heard a man behind him: "Ah, the store closed so early?" As soon as Lihua looked back, he felt dark in front of him, and a big shadow blocked all the dark light.

It was a tall and burly man of more than 180 meters. He stepped on his clapids, wearing a shabby but clean kimono, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his right hand and a long package in his left hand. He stood in the light rain in the summer afternoon, giving people an indescribable sense of silence.

Such a tall and strong man has a beautiful face like a woman, a melon seed face with a pointed chin, a small nose and mouth, and a long hair tied into a ponytail. If it hadn't been for the two thick eyebrows, the face alone would never have any contact with the man. Under the thick eyebrows is a pair of long and narrow red phoenix eyes, clear and quiet, and the eyes are as warm as water.

As soon as she touched those eyes, Lihua Lizi felt a panic. She immediately threw the idea of closing the store out of the sky, turned around and bowed and said, "Does the guests want to eat noodles?"

"Yes, I just came back from Hokkaido and came here specially. I just want to eat a bowl of chopped green onion noodles from Jiyuan's!"

The tall man smiled gently, and the warmth in his smile made the Lihua Lizi, who had passed the age of his age, thump like a little girl in Huaichun. He couldn't help thinking, "Why is this man's smile so beautiful?"

"Guests, please come inside!"

Boss Jiyuan's loud voice suddenly remembered that he broke this gentle breath. Boss Jiyuan, who couldn't close his mouth with a smile, exaggeratedly bent over and let the man in. Boss Jiyuan came out to help lay the board on his hands, but as soon as he came out, he heard that the man had come from Hokkaido to eat a bowl of Jiyuan's chopped green onion noodles, which made Boss Jiyuan have a kind of excitement to relive the glory of his ancestors. He didn't travel thousands of miles away. This was a scene that only happened many years ago.

How can such a loyal customer disappoint him!

Boss Jiyuan immediately cheered up and let the guests into the store. After arranging the best position, he immediately went straight to the kitchen, so he had to personally entertain the distant guest. Lihua wiped the table where the man was sitting, served fragrant tea, and served all kinds of side dishes.

The man smiled gently and looked at Lihua Lizi's busy work. It was not until she stopped that he bowed his head and said, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome. Please sit down." Lihua Lizi quickly returned the gift, looked back at the deserted store, and explained shyly, "It's raining. Business is not very good."

The man put his umbrella bag aside, sat down at the table, nodded and said, "Yes, everyone is reluctant to come out on rainy days."

"Guests, please use it!" Boss Jiyuan soon came out with hot green onion noodles. Because he was in a good mood, he rarely gave a lot of it, and he made it very carefully. Just smelled the fragrance was tempting enough.

The man smelled it deeply and closed his eyes for a moment. Then he picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of the noodles, chewed it carefully, sighed with satisfaction, and said, "Jiyuan's scallion noodles have tasted so good for so many years!"

This sentence made Boss Jiyuan angry and grinned, "What's the name of the guest? Did you often visit our store before?

"Ah, I lived nearby when I was a child, and I like to come here to eat noodles the most. It's just that I haven't come back outside recently. I've been thinking about the chopped green onion noodles in your store. As soon as I come back this time, I didn't do anything else, so I came here first. The man smiled gently and politely and looked like a decent person. He thought that he was also doing high-level white-collar jobs outside. "My name is Isuzu Jiabingwei!"

"What a good name!" Boss Jiyuan praised, "Please have a meal. I won't bother you."

Isuzu Jiabingwei smiled and lowered his head to continue to eat noodles.

Boss Jiyuan walked to the counter contentedly. The sudden guest brought him a rare warmth in the slightly wet and cold rainy day, and inadvertently revisited the glory of his ancestors.

Suddenly, as soon as the door curtain was lifted, two bald men in black suits walked into the store. The tattoos on the back of their heads and the back of their hands clearly showed the identity of their gang members. However, Boss Jiyuan didn't pay attention to it. In this country where gangsters are legalized, who hasn't seen two underworlds? The underworld is also human, and they also need to eat, and those low-level gang members also prefer small restaurants like him.

"In the guest, please!"

Lizi trotted over to welcome the guests.

The two bald men took a look at Isuzu Jiabingwei, who was eating, walked into the store without saying a word, sat on the table behind Jiabing, and shouted harshly, "Two bowls of green onion noodles, and two more beer!"

"Please wait a moment!" Lihua Lizi began to be busy cleaning up the table again. Boss Jiyuan got into the kitchen again to make two bowls of hot green onion noodles and walked out. As soon as he walked out of the kitchen door, he was shocked.

In just a few minutes, the empty storefront was full of people. They were all bald-headed men in suits. They all sat at the table in silence, just staring at Isuzu Jiabingwei, and their eyes were full of malice.

Lihua Lizi was so scared that he hid behind the counter and didn't dare to show up.

Everyone has seen the underworld, but not everyone has the opportunity to see so many underworlds at once. What's more, in this scene, blind people can see that these gang members are aiming at Isuzu Jiabingwei. They put on such a big pose. I don't think it's just to have a cup of tea to meet.

Boss Jiyuan is scared to death! He only felt that his two legs were not obedient. His calves were happily trying to turn forward, and he couldn't take a step for a while. The noodle bowl in his hand was as heavy as two mountains, which made him almost unable to lift his arms.

"Boss, come on!"

The first two big men shouted impatiently, "Let's make one more scallion noodles for each person, a total of 60!" With that, he took out a thick pile of money and threw it on the table. "You don't have to look for more."

There was a long and sudden sound. Boss Jiyuan was so scared that he almost put the noodle bowl to the ground, and his legs were soft and he sat on the ground. Fortunately, he had been well trained since childhood. He still held the noodle bowl in his hand firmly and didn't even spill the soup. With a sneer, he heard a series of noises. Most of the gangsters suddenly stood up, moved too much, hit the table and smashed the tea bowl, and the small shop was suddenly in a mess.

Isuzu Jiabingwei sucked in the last mouthful of noodles and chewed it slowly. He looked satisfied. He didn't seem to notice the malicious eyes around him at all. On the contrary, the gangster, which is overcrowed, is obviously more nervous. The tables closest to Isuzu Jiabingwei are so nervous that their heads are covered with sweat, and they keep pulling their ties, as if the thing that is in the way prevents them from breathing smoothly.

"Jia Bingwei, don't be too arrogant. What if you can fight again? We have more than 60 people here, and we have crushed you to death. Can you still beat us 60 people one by one!"

One of the big men finally couldn't stand the tension and slapped the table and shouted.

"If you are interested, leave Kyoto quickly. Our boss has said that you have not participated in the affairs of the Golden Flower Club over the years, and you are not a member of the Golden Flower Club, so adults let you a lot of it. As long as you leave Kyoto and return to Hokkaido obediently and don't care about the things of the Golden Flower Club, you will not..."

"Hm?" Isuzu Jiabingwei suddenly looked up and glanced at him. The big man's face changed greatly. The rest of the words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit out half a sentence. He could only make a gurgling sound. He couldn't help but take a few steps back, knocked over a few chairs in a row, and finally tripped and fell hard.

But in fact, Isuzu Jiabingwei didn't look at him. His eyes only glanced at the big man, and finally fell on the TV hanging on the wall.

The channel just selected by Tachibana is still broadcast on TV. At this time, the news is about a terrorist attack at Kyoto Station. After a terrorist killed more than a dozen passengers, he killed dozens of policemen. Now he is holding hostages hiding in the station and confronting the police. The police are studying the attack plan.

When Isuzu Jiabingwei looked up, the TV station was broadcasting the latest picture recorded by the surveillance camera.

In the picture, flesh and blood are everywhere, like a slaughterhouse. A young man was holding a little girl and looking at the direction of the camera with a stunned face. The girl said something and waved to the camera.

Isuzu Jiabingwei withdrew his eyes, took out the money and put it on the table. He picked up his bag and picked up the oil paper umbrella and slowly got up. He smiled at Boss Jiyuan and said, "The money is on the table. You don't need to look for more. I hope there will be a chance to eat the scallion noodles in your store next time!" He bowed to Boss Jiyuan and turned around and walked out of the store.

All the gang members stood up at the same time and pulled out the guy from under their clothes. With a machete and a pistol, they forced him up to the Isuzu Jiabingwei. One of them shouted, "Jia Bingwei, don't make a toast or eat a penalty wine. You can stay here today!"

Isuzu Jiabingwei shook his head and slowly glanced at the gangster members around him. His eyes were full of pity. He shook his head and said, "Don't come up and send me to death. If you want to deal with me, let the Nichiren sect come. You... can't!"

One of the most burly men in the gang was annoyed and shouted, "Jia Bingwei, I've heard that you are the first master of the Golden Flower Association for a long time. I, Cangjuan Zhengze, have wanted to compete with you for a long time. Let's take action!" The general jumped out to stop Isuzu Jiabingwei's way. This Cangjuan Zhengze has played black market boxing for five years, and has not been defeated in hundreds of games. It is known as the invincible iron fist. The fist is strong and can even penetrate the steel plate with one punch. He was shocked that he is the first gold medal hitter in the Qingtian Group today. He is just too grumpy and his mind is single-minded. He can do anything but hit people, although it is precious as gold. The card player has never had a chance to stand alone.

Isuzu Jiabingwei sighed, "You can't do it. Don't die in vain!" He look helpless, as if he was not facing a fierce challenge, but an adult who was entangled by children for sugar. He had no choice but was not very angry.

Cangjuan Zhengze said angrily, "I have been invincible all over Kansai, and international black market fighting is also a hundred battles. Who do you think you are? Is it Gracie Murdoch, the king of black market fighting? Do you want to send me in one sentence? Let's take it! "Ah, ah, ah!" With a sudden stamp under his feet, he rushed to the front of Isuzu Jiabingwei like lightning, and punched Jiabingwei's face. The strong boxing wind excited Jiabingwei's long hair to fly!

"Gon--"

A gripping blade trembling sounded, and there was a buzzing echo in the narrow tavern. The snowy light suddenly burst out, and the lightning flashed through the canopy rule and rushed out of the store door.

The light was just a flash, and the dead tranquility was restored in the room.

Cangjuan Zhengze stands in front of Isuzu Jiabingwei like a puppet. The big iron head is only a line away from the tip of Jiabingwei's nose, but it can no longer move forward.

"This is not fair. How can you use a knife!" Cangjuan Zhengze moved his lips with difficulty and made a painful complaint.

"We are underworld, killers, villains, not martial artists!" The tall man, who was as gentle as water, smiled, shook his head over the Cangjuan Zhengze and walked out of the store.

A trace of blood line appeared in the middle of the straight forehead of the scroll, spreading down quickly along the middle line of the whole body, crossing the nose, mouth, chin, throat and then to the chest and abdomen, and then heard a soft sound. The iron man was divided into two halves from the middle. The two bodies fell to one side, and the blood of the internal organs was sprinkled on the ground.

Isuzu Jiabingwei was unaware of the change near his back. He just took a step and just avoided the splashing black blood, and there was not even a blood spot on his body. When he walked to the door of the store, the door curtain was suddenly divided into two halves in front of him, as if an invisible hand tore open the door curtain in the middle, just to invite Jiabingwei to go out. Isuzu Jiabingwei stepped out of the store, held up the oil-paper umbrella, and disappeared in the drizzle in the summer afternoon.

There was a rumbling sound, and the front door of Shengzhiwei Noodle Restaurant collapsed in the middle of the sound, splashing thick fog-like dust.

The dust fell to the ground, revealing a group of bloodless men in black suits in the store, including the boss of a fat noodle restaurant sitting on the ground and the female clerk who was hiding behind the counter but showing half of her body.