The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old-Chapter 1291

Chapter 1291: Distinguish Her (1) Chapter 1291: Distinguish Her (1) Jiang Huailu sniffed lightly, as if he could smell blood.

However, she clearly did not have any sense of taste or smell.

However, she did not think too much about it.

She wiped herself clean and pulled Lu Huaijiang out of the door.

“Where is the food street you mentioned?”

“Is it really that fragrant and delicious?”

“I want to eat it too.”

Lulu mumbled as he walked.

His brows were relaxed and indifferent, without a trace of worry or unwillingness.

When she went out, a servant girl holding a teacup passed by.

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Just a glance.

Crack!

The teacup in her hand fell to the ground.

She stared blankly at Jiang Huailu’s figure and knelt on the ground with a thud.

“Am I seeing things?

She!You’re back?”

“Is the sky in the capital going to change?”

Jiang Huailu was standing outside the Jiang family’s residence, his brows filled with joy.”I think I’ve been here before.

It looks so familiar.” The little girl bounced as she walked.

Lu Huaijiang followed behind her, her eyes and heart filled with her from a place she couldn’t see.

“It’s so lively over there.

Let’s go and take a look.” When Jiang Huailu saw the rolling steam and the white and fat wontons being placed into the pot, his saliva almost fell out.

“It smells so good, so good, so good!” The little girl’s nose twitched.

“It’s not like you can smell it.” Lu Huaijiang laughed.

“It smells good.”

Lu Huaijiang ordered two bowls of wontons.

The wontons had just come out of the pot, and there were still a few pieces of chopped green onions floating on top.

The bottom of the soup was fish bone soup, which was boiled until it was milky white.

Lu Huaijiang took a sip.

It was indeed fresh and had a hint of the sweet taste of fish meat.

Jiang Huailu looked at his contented expression and took a sip of his own bowl.

No salt, no taste, like chewing wax.

“Is it delicious?

What flavor is it?” Jiang Huailu was on the verge of tears.

The old vendor who was cooking wontons didn’t even raise his head.”Of course it’s delicious.

This fish meat was delivered early in the morning.

All of them are alive and kicking, very fresh.”

“I separated the fish meat and bones, boiled the fish bones into soup, and chopped the fish meat into minced meat.

He added ginger and garlic into it, and added some salt to season it simply.

After a few more rounds of beating, he began to wrap the wontons.

The meat inside was fresh and sweet.

The previous master liked my wontons the most.”

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“Unfortunately!” The old man sighed.

His tone was filled with vicissitudes of life.

His face was filled with age, but his eyes were filled with endless regret.

The old man who was smoking looked up at the little girl who was holding the bowl and crying.

Suddenly, the pipe in his hand trembled.

He stared blankly at the woman.

“Are you back?” His voice was extremely soft, so soft that it seemed like it could drift away with the wind, afraid of disturbing the girl.

Lulu looked at him in confusion.

“Did I know him before?” She looked at Lu Huaijiang.

Lu Huaijiang glanced at the old man with a threatening look in his eyes.

“I don’t know him.

He probably found it familiar.”

Jiang Huailu made an ‘oh’ sound and no longer had any emotions.

The old man burst into tears.

It was her, it was her.

The old man did not dare to disturb her.

Seeing that she had forgotten everything, he did not dare to come forward to disturb her.

Everyone remembered that scene.

They remembered her holding the divine sword in her hand.

She looked majestic as she looked at the world from high above.

His eyes were filled with indifference.

The hostility between her brows could not be hidden.

She hated the world.

Was she tired of all this?

Now, her brows were relaxed and there was no trace of worry.

Her eyes were big and bright.

There was no more disappointment or sadness.

The old man restrained his emotions and only dared to stand in the distance, not daring to approach.