e Web Novel"Qiao Xiaoqiao, with you saying this, I feel relieved." Qiao Zhen Guo heaved a sigh of relief; what he was most worried about now was that Qiao Xiaoqiao and Xia Tian would refuse to help. A...Chapter 1437: The Immortal Fairy Eats Noodles

"You want all of them" The shop owner's daughter was taken aback and then cautiously said, "Sister, the portions here are quite generous. If you take all of them, you might not be able to finish."

"I'm really hungry right now!" The palace-dressed woman pouted her lips unhappily, "If you don't give me any, I'll leave!"

"Oh Sure thing! We will prepare it for you right away. Please wait a moment." Hearing that the palace-dressed woman was about to leave, the shop owner's daughter got anxious and immediately said.

The shop owner's daughter hurriedly went to her mother’s side and quickly communicated with her mother. Then they decided to serve each bowl of noodles one by one, watching closely at the palace-dressed woman so that as soon as she finishes a bowl, another would be served right away, thus avoiding any waste.

"Boss, please give us some late-night fried sauce noodles..."

"Boss, we will have two bowls of beef noodles over here..."

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At this moment, ten or so people came into the noodle shop one after another and immediately filled up every single empty seat in the shop. Two young men even sat directly across from the palace-dressed woman. These folks claimed to be eating noodles but kept staring at the palace-dressed woman without interruption; some guys were even drooling out of admiration, leaving no doubt that they had all been attracted here by her.

Thus, the noodle shop suddenly became very busy and this made it impossible for the noodle shop owner to serve dozens of bowls to the palace-dressed woman at once in a short period of time.

However, after a brief rush, the noodle shop owner quickly found herself idle again. The reason was simple: although these guys ordered one bowl each, it was evident they weren't here for the noodles but rather for the spectacle of the palace-dressed woman. As such, their eating speed was extremely slow; even ten minutes later, everyone still had a full bowl of noodles in front of them and naturally, no one paid or left. This led to the noodle shop being completely packed.

With no empty seats, there were naturally no new guests. Thus, the noodle shop resumed doing business for just one person—the palace-dressed lady.

It was strange; despite at least a dozen pairs of eyes watching her intently, she didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. She ate her noodles as if no one else were around.

Strands of noodles disappeared between her extraordinarily beautiful lips. Eating noodles wasn’t exactly an elegant act, but for this palace-dressed lady, it seemed exceptionally graceful. More importantly, there was absolutely nothing artificial about her grace; it was a natural expression of innate elegance and nobility.

In this world, ladies who could eat noodles with such grace and poise were probably rare indeed. At least the others in the noodle shop had never seen anything like it before.

The palace-dressed lady’s pace of eating wasn’t particularly quick. Someone nearby calculated that she was finishing a bowl every five minutes. After half an hour, she had just finished six bowls, and now another seventh bowl appeared on her table as she continued to enjoy this humble street food with the same regal grace.

In one corner of the noodle shop, a guy in his early twenties was fiddling with his phone. Ten minutes ago, he had surreptitiously taken photos of the palace-dressed lady and posted them on a very popular forum: "Seeking knowledgeable individuals to identify this celebrity."

Many replies were left under the post, but unfortunately, no one recognized her.

Right then, in the noodle shop, one of the young men seated opposite the palace-dressed lady finally couldn’t bear it and asked, "Miss, what’s your surname"

"I’ve forgotten!" The palace-dressed lady actually answered his question. However, her answer left everyone speechless—forgotten Even her surname This was too fake! It was clearly because she didn’t want to answer!

The young man forced a smile and felt somewhat embarrassed; he had been made to look like an idiot. Despite feeling a bit annoyed, though, he refrained from saying anything further.

Another half-hour passed, during which the noodle shop once again fell silent. In this time, the palace-dressed lady had polished off another six bowls of noodles, and now she was on her thirteenth bowl!

Could it be... a fairy

For a moment, many people had strange thoughts. How could someone eat so much And how beautiful could one person be As charming as a fairy and with the appetite of a monster—this must truly be some kind of fairy!

Then finally, the first person retreated, his heart chilled after reading too many ghost stories recently.

But just as he left, someone else entered. The noodle shop was once again full, and the shop's owner now had a new customer.

In the following half hour, people came and went, but this small noodle shop remained packed to capacity. Unnoticed by all, the woman in palace attire had already eaten twenty bowls of noodles. If she were to participate in a gluttony competition, winning would likely be no problem for her.

"Sister, do you still want to eat" The owner's daughter finally couldn't hold back and asked.

With a charming smile, the woman in palace attire replied, "I'm full now! Thank you all very much. I'll be going."

Hearing she was done eating, the shop owner’s pretty daughter finally relaxed. But when she saw that the woman in palace attire got up and started to leave without paying, her eyes went wide with alarm: “Sister, you haven't paid yet!”

"Pay" The woman in palace attire seemed puzzled for a moment, as if trying to recall something, before nodding. "Oh yes! I understand now that food costs money."

The people at the noodle shop found this strange—this fairy-like lady seemed somewhat mentally off. But many soon became excited; having mental issues would make it easier for them to lure her home!

"Sister, our noodles are five yuan per bowl, so it's a total of one hundred yuan." The owner’s daughter hurriedly explained.

The woman in palace-style attire thought for a moment and then shook her head: "I don't have any money!"

"Ah" The shop owner's pretty daughter was immediately agape.

No money After eating so much, two bowls of noodles each, she now says she has no money

The girl felt a mix of sadness and anger in her heart. If you don’t have money, why did you eat so much

Others in the noodle shop were also dumbfounded. This beautiful woman actually doesn't have any money But looking at her clothes, she didn't seem to be someone who wouldn’t have money. In these times, such ancient-style clothing is rare; how could someone who couldn't even come up with 100 yuan afford this kind of outfit

"No problem, I'll pay for the lady!" At that moment, a man in his thirties stood up and took out his wallet, pulling out a hundred-yuan note, intending to hand it over to the shop owner's daughter.

The shop owner’s daughter saw this bill and finally let out a breath of relief. Their noodle shop was small-scale; 100 yuan was roughly half their daily net profit.

Just as she reached for the hundred-yuan note, another hand quickly extended from the side: "Here, I’ll pay! Let me do it!"

"Let me! Let me!"

"F*ck, no one take this away from me!"

"What the hell Don’t hit me! This money, I’m definitely paying for it!

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With the first person's reminder, everyone else immediately realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The beautiful woman clearly lost her wallet or had some kind of accident, which is why she looked a bit off. If they helped her pay, they could gain her favor and perhaps take her away from there. Even if they couldn't marry her, having an affair with her for one night wouldn’t be a problem either. A hundred dollars to have a fairy-like woman - what kind of deal was this

So almost all the men rushed over, eagerly wanting to pay for the palace-dressed lady. As a result, the small noodle shop became extremely chaotic and noisy.

The daughter of the shop owner froze when she saw the chaos, with at least ten one-hundred-yuan notes in front of her. Which one should she take

As for the boss lady of the noodle shop, she had already taken out her phone to call the police.

"What's going on here Hey, stop it! If you don't calm down, I'll take all of you in!" A loud shout suddenly came from outside the door. A burly man in police uniform appeared at the entrance.

The burly man was around thirty years old, with dark skin and a fierce gaze that instantly quieted everyone in the noodle shop just by looking around.

After a moment of silence, someone whispered: "It's the Black-Face Grim Reaper from the city bureau. Let’s go!"

With this statement, two young men quickly left the noodle shop, and upon hearing the nickname ‘Black-Face Grim Reaper’, several more people changed their expressions and also left. As half of them ran away in an instant, those who remained became anxious.

"Still haven't run off" The burly man roared again.

Then, the remaining half also fled without hesitation.

"Oh no, they didn't pay!" After a while, the little girl finally realized this and was about to cry.

"What happened" The muscular man asked at this moment.

"Officer uncle, it's all her fault! She ate the noodles but didn’t pay. Then everyone tried to pay for her instead, but now they’ve run away without paying their own bills!" The little girl pointed at the palace-dressed woman who had not left yet and said angrily.

"Oh" The muscular officer turned to look at the palace-dressed woman and was instantly speechless. Could there really be such a beautiful woman in this world Shouldn’t she only exist in fantasies

It took him about a minute before he could finally come back to his senses. Then, he looked at the little girl from the noodle shop: "How much is it I’ll pay for her. I think she dropped her wallet."

He paused and added, "I’ve also paid for those who ran away. Count how much it totals up to."

"It’s a total of 165 yuan," the little girl calculated quickly and gave him an answer.

"Alright, here’s 200 yuan. No need to give me change back." The muscular officer took out his wallet, pulled out two bills, and handed them to the pretty little girl from the noodle shop.

The little girl let out a breath of relief as she received the money but muttered to herself that it was true what they said about police officers—driving away others and stepping up to pay for the beautiful woman themselves.

At this moment, the muscular officer had already walked over to the palace-dressed woman and greeted her politely: "Hello, do you need any assistance I’m Detective Yan Tieshan from the West City Police Department’s Major Crimes Unit. Do you want me to help contact your family or friends" it; there's not much time left, so I don’t have time to keep you company.”"I don't care about her at all; I just feel bad for the little idiot who’s going to be sold." Xia Tian said lazily. "I was or...