Handan.
In front of that familiar noodle shop.
The figure of Ying Zheng appeared again. After visiting for several days, both the little boy and the lady boss already knew him.
Because his aura and the time he came for dinner were extraordinarily peculiar.
At 4 PM, neither too early nor too late, there were already few customers.
But Ying Zheng always arrived punctually.
And he ordered the same noodles every time, leaving right after paying.
The time he spent eating was always the same.
Exactly ten minutes.
It was impressively precise, like a machine.
It's hard not to leave a deep impression with behavior like that.
The lady boss, having seen him a few times, started to greet him proactively.
After all, although the man initially felt dangerous, after getting to know him over a few days, apart from his unique aura, he seemed perfectly normal.
He just seemed a bit taciturn, not fond of talking.
