"Thank you!"
Finally arriving in the city, Jiang Jiamian waved to the man driving the car.
He lowered his hand and touched his stomach, feeling a little hungry.
He had no money on his body.
Jiang Jiamian sighed. After transmigrating so many times, he didn't know how many times he had been reduced to having no money to eat. Especially in the past, when he was in the counterattack team, he often started out poor.
Although he has long been accustomed to it, he still can't help but feel a little sad.
Jiang Jiamian raised his eyes, took a quick look around the town's streets, and quickly focused on a noodle shop at the entrance of a small alley.
He can see from a distance that the noodle shop is already full at this time, and the boss is busy. It is already the autumn season, but it is still very hot and the boss is sweating profusely.
