It's definitely beef noodles, because the boy is currently eating them, holding a handful of noodles in his hand!
What?! He's still eating noodles?!
Almost everyone stared blankly at Ye Lang, who was eating a bowl of noodles in such an unladylike manner...
This action makes it impossible for people to associate Ye Lang with a noble young master; they see him only as a boy next door, which adds a sense of intimacy and makes him easier to approach.
"Don't use your Battle Qi, I still want to eat noodles!" After taking a bite of noodles, Ye Lang looked at everyone, then turned around, picked up the bowl of beef noodles, and walked back to the beef noodle stall.
"Boss, give me another bowl of beef noodles!!"
"..."
Those who knew Ye Lang a sense of powerlessness, while those who didn't were somewhat confused, wondering what this young man did, though the girl beside him was very beautiful.
The Regiment Commander noticed this. He stared at Xiao Rui, wanting to make a bad move on her, while at the same time thinking about what method he should use to deal with Ye Lang.
At this moment, the vast majority of people wanted to find out who Ye Lang and his companion were. Once they realized what was happening, they wanted to ask who Ye Lang was.
However, at this very moment, someone revealed the answer—a somewhat unexpected one!
"Boss, he, he's the Young Master of that refugee!!" a member of the Knights Order who had seen Ye Lang exclaimed.
"What?!"
The whole city gasped in surprise. It seemed that no one expected Ye Lang to make his appearance in this way. In their minds, Ye Lang should be a very important person, a noble Young Master. How could he be walking around the streets with a bowl of noodles? And eating noodles in public? This was completely unseemly.
If Ye Lang knew what these people were thinking, he would definitely say—
What?! Image?! I don't have an image to begin with, and besides, I'm starving to death, what do I need an image for?!
"Hey kid eating noodles, stop right there!!" After a moment of stunned silence, the Regiment Commander immediately roared. At the same time, the crowd had already retreated within a straight line between Ye Lang and the Regiment Commander.
They don't want to be caught in the crossfire!
"Huh?" Ye Lang looked at the Regiment Commander while biting into his noodles, his eyes revealing a question, "Is he calling me?"
"Of course they're calling you!" the Regiment Commander thought to himself, but he didn't make a sound. He was waiting for Ye Lang to come over on his own. Given his personality, he wanted others to come to him to speak, and he also felt that others should come to him.
"Hiss..."
Ye Lang slurped up the noodles, took a few bites, swallowed, and continued eating before turning back to walk towards the noodle stall.
It shouldn't be calling me. If it were, why wouldn't I speak? That was Ye Lang's thought.
"Stop right there, I'm talking to you!!" The Regiment Commander was stunned for a long time again. This time he felt as if he had lost face. He had been ignored twice, which was a blatant disregard.
"Are you calling me?" Ye Lang asked after finishing his noodles, then continued eating, making it seem as if he had taken a moment out of his busy schedule to say it, which made the Regiment Commander feel even more embarrassed.
"Of course I'm calling you! Did you order these lowly people to beat my brother-in-law to death?" the Regiment Commander asked coldly.
"No, I didn't order any lowly people to do this. I ordered a group of commoners. So, you've mistaken me for someone else," Ye Lang replied blankly, continuing to eat his noodles.
"Are you pretending to be confused?" the Regiment Commander said coldly.
"No, I'm really confused. My sister calls me 'Little Fool'," Ye Lang replied blankly, then shouted inside, "Boss, finished eating? Another bowl, with an egg!!"
"..."
Are you trying to include yourself? What a silly goose!
"You can really eat! This is already the third bowl!" The noodle stall owner turned around, took out a bowl of cooked noodles, and said.
"..."
Three bowls already!
Ye Lang doesn't usually eat this much. He's not Zhen Xiaoyan, so it's clear he's starving. If Zhen Xiaoyan saw Ye Lang like this, she would be heartbroken.
This noodle stall owner is quite peculiar. Despite the bustling atmosphere around here, he never goes out to watch the excitement; he just focuses on making his own noodles.
"Your noodles are delicious, even better than Fatty's. But your other dishes probably can't compare to hers," Ye Lang said, then continued eating his noodles.
As the saying goes, everyone has their own specialty. People who specialize in making noodles may make noodles that are just as good as those made by master chefs!
"Eat more if you like, I have plenty more!" the noodle stall owner said. He didn't mind Ye Lang's last sentence, nor did he become arrogant because of the praise.
"I can't eat anymore, I can only finish this bowl! But you can cook a little more, I'll treat them all to a bowl, and I'll also pack a few to take away... Huff, slurp..." Ye Lang started eating noodles again.
"Damn it, are you ever going to stop?! Stop eating!!" The long veins on the Regiment Commander were bulging as he glared at Ye Lang, feeling utterly humiliated.
"I'm not done yet. I'm not eating anymore after I finish this bowl," Ye Lang replied while eating his noodles.
"..."
Now, almost everyone in the small town is here, watching Ye Lang eat noodles. Seeing how much he enjoys it, they also feel a little hungry. They are all thinking that after this is over, they must come here for noodles!
Ye Lang inadvertently brought endless luck to people, and after that, the noodle stall business was booming, making the owner a fortune.
"We'll eat our fill after you die!" the Regiment Commander sneered, already on the verge of exploding.
"You're such an idiot. I'm dead, how am I supposed to eat?" Ye Lang was still eating his noodles, pointing out the Regiment Commander's grammatical error.
You still have the nerve to point out other people's grammatical errors? He meant to kill you, and you're still provoking him!
"I'm going to kill you!!" The Regiment Commander erupted, disregarding everything else, and rushed towards Ye Lang with intense Battle Qi. Wherever he went, strong air currents were generated, making the road in between even wider.
At the same time, everyone could see that with each step the Regiment Commander took, he left a deep footprint!
This momentum, this scene of raging Battle Qi, this...
All of this seems to suggest that he must be a martial artist of the Earth Grade, a rare master who could be quite famous even outside, and in this small town, he could certainly act with impunity.
Of course, this is the lowest level among Earth Grade masters, and it seems that he has just entered this level. If Seventh Brother were to come, he should be able to win. Although Seventh Brother is still hovering at the threshold of Earth Grade master, I believe that Seventh Brother can win.