My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 106 - 93: Noodle Shop
Chapter 106: Chapter 93: Noodle Shop
On the next day, in the morning.
Liu Sanbian visited Baoyun Manor once again to inquire about the travel documents for Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao with Gao Yi.
Upon receiving the answer that everything had been arranged for their departure that day, Liu Sanbian did not linger and turned to leave.
In the hall, Gao Yi stood with his hands behind his back, watching Liu Sanbian depart.
He remained standing in place, his gaze directed towards the distant, faintly visible outline of the magnificent city.
That was the heart of the Great Wei Dynasty.
Gao Yi was silent for a while, then suddenly turned his head slightly, and said to a silently approaching elder servant behind him:
“Those two guests, send them on their way today.”
“Yes, Manor Master.”
He paused, then added another line.
“Yes, departing from Great Wei.”
“Yes, Manor Master.”
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Baoyun Mountain Master.
An arbor sat by a lake surrounded by willows.
At that moment, someone was inside.
Su Xiaoxiao knelt on the seat within the arbor, leaning over the railing.
She gazed down at the koi fish swimming back and forth in the lake, pursed her lips narrowly, her fox-like eyes slightly widened, completely focused.
She held one hand to her chest and with the other, scattered the feed, tossing a bit to the left and right.
The moment the feed hit the surface, red and white koi surged forward, scrambling for it.
The little Fox Demon enjoyed herself immensely.
At that moment, a young Confucian Scholar with a bookcase on his back briskly entered, came next to her, and tugged her ponytail.
“Let’s go.”
“Oh, okay.”
Su Xiaoxiao nodded in acknowledgment, but didn’t turn back immediately, her hand full of feed suddenly opened wide.
She glared intensely at the “boiling” lake surface, straightened up, curved her lips, clapped her hands, picked up her small bookcase, and hurried to catch up with Zhao Rong who had walked ahead.
“Where have you been just now?”
Zhao Rong pondered for a moment, “I met Brother Sanbian.”
“Didn’t he leave, not seen him for two days now?”
“I don’t know, he came back once, but he left immediately, well, perhaps he knew we were leaving today and came to see us off.”
“Where are we going now? Didn’t the person who delivered breakfast say this morning we are to wait in the arbor for someone to see us off?”
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“Let’s not wait, we’re leaving now.”
“Oh.”
Su Xiaoxiao responded and didn’t ask further.
The young Confucian Scholar thought for a while, looking at the little Fox Demon.
“Brother Sanbian hasn’t gone far.”
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After Liu Sanbian left Baoyun Manor, he made his way down the mountain towards Liangjing.
Along the road, his steps were neither hurried nor slow.
Even passing by an outdoor tavern where he had once drunk and run up a tab in his younger years, he stopped, exchanging a few words with the aging tavern keeper who no longer quietly watched the drinkers with half-closed eyes.
He asked whether the Green Bamboo Wine was still three coins per ounce.
Liu Sanbian continued on, walking and stopping intermittently.
He knew two people were trailing far behind him, but he did not mind, as he knew they would keep their distance.
Liu Sanbian entered Liangjing City.
He wove through the bustling crowds.
Treading along familiar yet estranged memories, he arrived at an outdoor noodle house.
He threw down some broken silver and ordered a bowl of noodles.
Instinctively, Liu Sanbian turned left upon reaching the southwest corner of the table, sat down on the greasy right-side bench without hesitation, and waited quietly.
He slightly bowed his head, his attention drawn to an object near the bench across the table.
It was an old wooden board covering the ground.
The entire outdoor noodle house had a sandy floor except for that spot covered by a wooden board.
The board was filthy with footprints stamped across it by countless noodle-eating customers.
Liu Sanbian became somewhat distracted.
In fact, at that moment in Yunshui Cave, when he learned of his beloved’s departure, he did not feel sorrow.
That hand holding the letter had neither clenched tighter nor loosened suddenly.
Nothing surged desperately to emerge unannounced from those somber eyes.
Even his gaze as he read the family letter was only calmly sweeping over the text that reported his father’s death.
Then, without hurrying, he finished reading the letter.
There were no storm-like memories, no senses as though the sky was darkening and the earth turning dark.
Everything was sparse and routine.
The scenery of Yunshui Cave was still beautiful, and the afternoon sun remained leisurely.
At that moment, he simply lowered his head and carefully folded the letter, the smile from when he had first opened the letter still remained on his face.
Afterward, he did the daily tasks as usual.
Teaching those kids to box, listening to the young boys at home reporting their schoolwork.
Eating, practicing boxing, drinking, sleeping.
Eating, practicing boxing, drinking, sleeping.
Eating, practicing boxing, drinking, sleeping.
…
It was just that one day later.
He fell into a drowsy sleep in the afternoon.
And woke up naturally.
Upon opening his eyes, he saw the green bamboo swaying lightly with the wind outside the window.
Suddenly getting up, he began to pack his bags.
He felt he needed to go back and see.
…
The aged noodle shop owner presented a bowl of steaming hot noodles on the table.
Liu Sanbian pulled out two chopsticks, tapping them upright on the table lightly, then flipping them over.
He lightly blew on the freshly boiled hot noodles, not immediately starting to eat, but instead picked out the beef on the noodles and ate it first, then chose two spoonfuls of chili oil from the small condiments on the table, poured it evenly over the noodles in a circular motion, and stirred the noodles from the bottom a couple of times with his chopsticks.
After another round of fuss, he began to eat.
This practiced operation made the noodle shop owner, who was about to leave, pause in his steps.
“Eh, a familiar customer, sir, have you come here often before? How come the old man doesn’t recall? Just look at my memory…”
Liu Sanbian continued eating his noodles without responding.
“Sigh, business has been bad these past six months, and there are rarely any familiar customers anymore. Your way of eating is from back when the old man first opened the business; he taught the customers how to do it, but later many found it troublesome and stopped teaching it.”
Liu Sanbian still ate his noodles quietly.
The noodle shop owner picked up the sweat towel around his neck and wiped his sweat, “The last person who ate noodles like this was that Liu elder half a year ago… sigh.”
The noodle shop owner stopped mid-sentence, shook his head, and left.
Soon, Liu Sanbian finished a bowl of noodles and ordered another, continuing to eat.
Afterward, it was one bowl after another.
As if he would eat until the noodle shop closed.
But about an hour later, a commotion suddenly arose at the street where the noodle shop was located.
Following that were two gong sounds, as if it was a customary signal.
The entire street immediately boiled over.
“The young terror is here, hurry up, move it!”
“Move quickly, don’t eat anymore.”
“Wait, bring the chopsticks back!”
“Hey, you haven’t paid yet!”
The people on the street scrambled like ants on a hot pot, hurriedly fleeing.
The open-air noodle shop where Liu Sanbian was also did the same.
The noodle shop owner hurriedly urged the customers to leave.
“Everyone, as usual, hurry up, don’t get in the way of that nasty young master. He passes our street every day after getting up from the brothel at noon when his temper is at its worst, don’t catch his eye, or there’ll be trouble.”
The noodle shop had been in bad shape since an unlucky incident six months ago, but at this point, it was somewhat advantageous, given the few customers.
But just as the noodle shop owner breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze swept slightly, and his eyelids twitched.
Because at that moment, at the southwest corner of the noodle stand, a lone figure was still eating noodles, oblivious to the commotion around him.
Especially since the spot he occupied was exactly where the incident occurred half a year ago.
The noodle shop owner had a bad feeling.
He turned his head and glanced around the quickly emptying street, bit his teeth, and hurried toward that customer.
“Stop eating, run!”
The noodle shop owner shouted in a suppressed voice.
Liu Sanbian, hearing this, put down his chopsticks and the empty noodle bowl.
The noodle shop owner’s heart slightly relaxed, “Right, right, hurry…”
But the next second, the noodle shop owner’s heart leaped fiercely.
“Another bowl.”
The voice was calm.
A few pieces of broken silver bounced a few times on the table.
The noodle shop owner’s eyes bulged, and without another word, turned and ran, no longer lingering.
Madness, madness.
