Before Xie Ling could say anything, the man suddenly grabbed her hand and quickly lifted her sleeve.

After seeing the red camellia birthmark on Xie Ling's hand, he narrowed his eyes, revealing a calmness that was completely different from his previous nonchalant look.

It all happened in a flash.

By the time Xie Ling reacted, the man had already put his hand down.

Xie Ling was horrified.

This man looked like a frail nobleman, and she thought he didn't know martial arts!

It seems that she was thinking wrongly.

This man's martial arts skills are probably not inferior to hers.

So he could have clearly dodged it just now, but he still allowed Xie Ling to capture his vital point.

Xie Ling felt a little uncomfortable.

"You were in the teahouse just now, why were you asking about Miss Nangong?"

The man spoke first.

Xie Ling narrowed her eyes slightly.

She was clearly wearing long sleeves.

Why did the man lift up her sleeve as if he was sure that she had a birthmark?

So I chose the words, "What does it have to do with you?"

The man looked at Xie Ling's vigilant eyes and chuckled, "Don't get me wrong, I'm just curious."

Xie Ling didn't believe him.

With his arms across his chest and his eyes stern, he asked, "Who are you?"

The smile in the man's eyes deepened.

"Perhaps you have heard of Cinque Terre, and... Nangong Haitang?"

Xie Ling raised her head abruptly, staring at the man in disbelief, her whole body frozen in shock.

Isn’t this the village where Xiaoyue grew up?

Why would he know?

Taking in Xie Ling's expression, the man smiled even more and patted her head with interest.

"It seems that I was right. Sister, after three years, I finally found you."

"Who are you?"

Xie Ling's eyes widened.

The man stopped teasing her and straightened his expression.

"Nangong Cheng, the third son of the Nangong family."

After a pause, he leaned closer to Xie Ling and winked mischievously, "Maybe he's your third brother?"

Xie Ling nodded, very confused.

How did he know?

"Want to know how I know this? Sure, have a meal with me and I'll tell you everything."

Xie Ling thought for a moment and nodded doubtfully.

Nangong Cheng took Xie Ling around in circles, walked through the wide streets, passed through many narrow alleys, and came to a shaky little shop.

The store is not big, with only four or five tables and chairs inside, and there is not even a sign. There is a faded flag hanging at the door, with the words "Wang Ji Clay Pot Noodles" embroidered on it in large letters.

The shop owner was dozing off, but when he saw Nangong Cheng, his eyes lit up, "Eh? It's not evening today, why are you here again?"

Nangong Cheng smiled, "It's a surprise today. Boss, give me two bowls of casserole noodles and some more vegetables."

After saying that, he led Xie Ling to her seat naturally.

Xie Ling was a little surprised.

I thought a nobleman like him would go to an elegant restaurant, but I didn't expect it to be such a little-known shop.

Nangong Cheng is a chatterbox.

He started talking as soon as he sat down.

"I have been eating at this restaurant for more than ten years. When I was young, I didn't know where to go every night, so I would just have a bowl of hot casserole noodles. This place is quiet."

Xie Ling nodded and asked, "Can we start talking?"

Nangong Cheng raised his eyebrows.

"Don't worry, let's talk slowly after we finish eating."

Xie Ling is not an impatient person.

Nodding slightly.

"OK."

After a while, the boss brought two bowls of hot casserole noodles on a wooden plate.

It was steaming hot, and the soup in the bowl was still sizzling when I put it down.

Ancient clay pot bowls are naturally incomparable to modern ones. They are not as delicate and even have some cracks.

But as soon as Xie Ling saw the rich red and sour soup, she knew it must be delicious.

"Sour?"

The boss smiled and said, "Yes, people in Kyoto don't like this flavor very much. Do you like it, young lady?"

Xie Ling nodded, "Not bad."

Just as he was about to scoop a spoonful of soup to drink, Nangong Cheng stopped him, "It's too hot, blow on it for a while."

Xie Ling was helpless.

I waited until it cooled a little before scooping it up and taking a sip.

Her eyes lit up.

tasty!

The rich sour taste awakens the taste buds, making you salivate with a slight spiciness.

Xie Ling then picked up a piece of beef. The beef was sliced ​​thinly and was very tender. It tasted refreshing and slightly sour in the mouth.

Very appetizing.

Neither of them spoke, they just focused on eating.

Nangong Cheng didn't speak until both of them had red cheeks from eating so much, "You like sour food too. I thought you didn't like it."

Xie Ling: "I like everything delicious."

Nangong Cheng smiled: "I can tell you everything now. You should know who Nangong Haitang is without me introducing her. Don't lie."

Xie Ling originally wanted to make a roundabout way, but upon hearing this, she had no choice but to nod and prick up her ears.

"Nangong Haitang came back four years ago. On the first day she came back, I noticed something was wrong. Although I am not good at literature or martial arts, I have a natural intuition about human nature."

Hearing this, Xie Ling was speechless.

Isn’t this also called martial arts?

He complained in his heart, but appeared to be listening to Nangong Cheng seriously.

"My first impression of Nangong Haitang was that she had a bad temper. At the time, I thought she had been taught bad habits outside, so I didn't think much about it.

But later, as the Nangong family gave her more and more honors and privileges, I found something wrong. She definitely couldn't have the temperament that an ordinary person could have, she was vicious and cold to the extreme.

I had a cat that I had raised for eight years. It just caught on her skirt and she secretly caught it, skinned it, pulled out its tendons, and boiled it in a clay pot."

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