Chapter 269 (1/2)

Noodles (1)

It must be beef noodles because that boy was stuffing noodles into his face. He was eating noodles.

Wait, what? Was he still eating?

Everyone stared at Ye Lang, stunned. He devoured the bowl of noodles uglily, mouthful by mouthful…

And because of how he looked, no one could relate him and the word ‘aristocrat’ together. They treated him like just a boy-next-door. He had another layer of friendliness to him, this made him even more approachable.

“Don’t use douqi, I still want to eat my noodles,” Ye Lang finished his last mouthful of noodles, took a look at everyone, then turned around. Carrying the bowl, he returned to the beef noodles stall.

“Boss, get me another bowl of beef noodles.”

“...”

The ones who knew Ye Lang were speechless, while the rest were confused. They didn’t know what this boy was doing, but the girl next to him was very pretty.

This was what the commander noticed too. His attention fell on her, disgusting thoughts forming in his head. At the same time, he was also thinking about his plan to defeating Ye Lang.

At this point, everyone was still confused about Ye Lang’s identity. When they finally came to, they wanted to ask who this person was.

However, at this point, someone finally revealed the answer. A very surprising answer.

“Boss, it’s him. He’s the rich boy from the bunch of refugees,” shouted one of the sellswords.

“What?”

People gasped, as if not able to imagine Ye Lang would choose to make his first appearancesLike that. To them, Ye Lang was someone of high status, a very, very elegant aristocratic boy. How could he walk with a bowl of beef noodles in a random street? Also, he looked disgusting inhaling the bowl of noodles in front of everyone. He didn’t care how he looked at all.

If Ye Lang knew what they were thinking, he’d say…

What? My looks? I’ve never had a ‘look’ anyway. I’m starving to death here, I don’t have time for that.

“You little bastard, the one eating noodles, stop there,” roared the commander after a moment of stunned silence. At the same time, the immediate area between Ye Lang and the commander immediately emptied.

No one wanted to stand between them.

“??” Ye Lang looked up at the commander with noodles hanging from his mouth, his eyes asking, ‘is he talking to me?’

Slurp…

Ye Lang sucked the noodles up, chewed, swallowed, then continued chewing. He turned to continue walking to the noodles stall.

I don’t think he was calling for me. If he was, why isn’t he talking? -This was Ye Lang’s logic.

“Stand there! I’m talking to you,” The commander was stunned again. This time, he was deeply insulted. This boy had ignored him twice now, this was plain disrespect.

Ye Lang swallowed a mouthful of noodles, then asked, “Are you talking to me?”, then continued eating. It felt like he was in a hurry to eat and this question was absentmindedly thrown at the commander. The commander was embarrassed.

“Of course I’m talking to you. Are you the one who instructed these filthy bastards to kill my nephew?” asked the commander coldly.

“No, I didn’t instruct any filthy bastards. I was leading a group of regular commoners, you must have been mistaken,” said Ye Lang, surprised. He continued eating his noodles.