"Then let's continue talking about the Jiulong abalone soup?"

Wang Shuyue looked at him expectantly, her eyes were shiny, making people unable to bear to refuse.

The man in white nodded with a good temper and said, "If you want to see him, you will be destined to be there. I can't finish drinking it alone. Since you like it so much, you can make a bowl."

Wang Shuyue was overjoyed and asked, "Then how many spirit stones will I give you? How many bowls of spirit stones are there? Let's aa... no, I mean half of it."

"Are you not from Kyushu?" he asked surely.

Wang Shuyue didn't expect that he could see where he came from so quickly. She was slightly stunned and nodded, "Yes."

Wen Qi immediately coughed lightly, and swept her cold eyes in displeasure, "Speak less and you won't die!"

When Wang Shuyue knew her kind reminder, she immediately stopped talking, only looked at the man in white, and signaled him to say a price.

But unexpectedly, this man was very generous and waved his hand to show that he had given it to her and there was no need to pay.

"This is too embarrassed." Wang Shuyue said embarrassedly.

Wen Qi snorted again, the cold air was so cold that Wang Shuyue had goosebumps.

Unfortunately, she is no longer the same as before. Yu Qilin is still in her arms, so she is not afraid of Wen Qi killing people.

"Senior sister, you must be thirsty, have a cup of tea."

Wang Shuyue personally poured her a cup of tea and handed it over. She didn't believe it and couldn't block her mouth.

Wen Qi is so terrible, this Wang Shuyue is her nemesis!

"I really don't need to give it to me. I can afford it for half a bowl of abalone soup."

The man in white sounded like a warm jade, warm and a touch of just right alienation, and he mastered the sense of proportion well.

Wang Shuyue was immediately not good at saying anything, so she could only thank her and asked the waiter to add a few more dishes. He invited her to drink soup, so she would treat her to the food.

Taking advantage of the inactivity of the waiter serving the dishes, I asked about the price of the Kowloon abalone soup.

The waiter gave him a finger.

"Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones?" Wang Shuyue guessed in a low voice.

The waiter shook his head, and Wang Shuyue guessed again: "Ten thousand medium-grade spirit stones?"

The waiter still shook his head, and his eyes reminded her to be more courageous.

Wang Shuyue was shocked, "Ten thousand top-grade spirit stones?"

Wen Qi, who was drinking tea calmly beside her, shook her hands and subconsciously looked at the waiter.

The waiter smiled flatteringly and explained awkwardly: "It's not that exaggerating, but it also requires a thousand top-grade spirit stones."

Wang Shuyue and Wen Qi looked at each other and thought the price was still exaggerated.

After silently looking at the storage bag, Wen Qi subconsciously shook her head. She couldn't afford to drink this Jiulong abalone soup even if it broke the bank.

Wang Shuyue also glanced at the storage bag. She could barely afford to drink, but if she had spent money on her own, she would definitely not be willing to drink it.

The two senior sisters looked up at the ordinary-looking young man in white in front of them, and immediately realized that this person was not as ordinary as he showed.

In an instant, the dining table fell into a strange silence.

However, just as Wang Shuyue was thinking about how to reject this half bowl of Jiulong abalone soup, the noisy store suddenly became quiet.

I saw a man who looked like a shopkeeper, came to the middle of the hall, sang loudly and said:

"The soup is coming!!!"

In an instant, the restaurant became boiling, and the guests upstairs or downstairs looked at the door leading to the kitchen.

A seductive fragrance drifted out. Wang Shuyue took a breath and immediately felt that she had come to the turbulent sea. In the lightning and thunder, the nine-headed dragon turned and rained in the sea. The sea water raised rose high, and the splashed water dripping slapped at her body with a cold light.

This immersive experience shocked Wang Shuyue and returned to reality.

Looking at the two beside her again, Wen Qi was a little stunned like her.

But what is strange is that the man in white who has the same foundation-building cultivation as them has a normal face.

"Honest Master hasn't seen any pictures?" Wang Shuyue asked curiously.

The man in white bent the corner of his mouth, smiled at her, and did not answer.

But obviously, the fragrance in the soup will induce hallucinations, but it will not work for him.

Looking at the man in front of him who was ordinary and had a very mediocre temperament, Wang Shuyue suddenly felt that he was very mysterious.

Before I could think too much, the waiters had already walked out with the expensive broth. The building was full of tempting fresh fragrance, which attracted outsiders to stop and watch in front of the door.

There is also the one who has a wealthy hand who comes directly into the store, even if you can only stand and drink tea, you don’t want to see the rare "Jiulong Abalone Soup" that is famous.

"Customer, your soup is here." The waiter reminded with a smile.

The table was not big, Wen Qi's sword was horizontal, and the second-hand shop had nowhere to put it.

Wang Shuyue hit Wen Qi with her elbow. Wen Qi glanced at her coldly before putting away the sword.

The waiter put down the soup and bowl and smiled and retreated.

As they were getting closer, the fragrance caused Wang Shuyue's saliva to secrete vigorously and she swallowed her saliva frequently.

It’s not that she is unpromising, it’s really too delicious.

Even the mysterious man in white moved his Adam's apple secretly.

"It's open?" he asked her with a smile.

Wang Shuyue nodded in anticipation.

The man in white raised his hand, slender as jade, with clear joints and bamboo joints, with fingers that were as slim as beautiful as skinny and powerful as bamboo joints fell onto the golden lid.

Wang Shuyue was slightly stunned. Looking at the hands, then the usual facial features of the man in white, she felt something was inconsistent.

How could such a hand fit such a face?

The man in white uncovered the cover of the Gu, and the milky white soup was exposed. Lotus made of gold foil were sprinkled on it, and green leaves carved from thin jade were also painted. The whole soup noodles were a picture of lotus, lifelike, like an exquisite work of art.

Wang Shuyue immediately took out her phone and took a photo with a "click".

The man in white raised his eyebrows, just smiled, and calmly picked up the long spoon and smashed the exquisite lotus picture.

He served a bowl for each of the three of them. The soup pot looked big, but in fact there was very little soup inside.

Three bowls as big as adults’ palms, each containing only half a bowl, and then they are finished.

Wang Shuyue got the portion of her own, suppressed her desire, and saw that the young man in white took action, then picked up the spoon and gave it a mouthful.

The taste was even more delicious than I imagined and filled the taste buds. Wang Shuyue's eyes were wide open, and she looked at the hesitant Wen Qi excitedly, signaling her to try it quickly. The taste was simply amazing!

Wen Qi took a slight taste with a suspicious attitude, and her cold face was stunned for a moment and fell into slump.

"Drink this soup slowly, and drink another spoonful every quarter of an hour, otherwise..."

"What else?" Wang Shuyue, who finished half a bowl in one breath and was still unsatisfied, looked at him blankly with the empty bowl.

The man in white looked at the blush slowly on her face, and his eyes darkened, "Are you drinking all of it now?"

Wang Shuyue nodded, but didn't expect that as soon as she lit it, her whole body couldn't control herself and fell backwards.

"It's over..."

Before she finished speaking, she was dizzy before her eyes were seen, and a surging heat gushed out from her dantian, and she was knocked unconscious by the impact force in a blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!