Today's New Year's Eve is probably the most deserted New Year's Eve in small restaurants. Because many people are busy outside and cannot come back. In addition, the plague is spreading faster than everyone expected, so there are fewer people celebrating the New Year here this year.
More than half.
Five days before New Year's Eve, Brother Zhang started preparing the menu for this year's New Year's Eve dinner as usual. He stood at the counter with his butt sticking out, scratching his head and thinking about what to cook this year.
This year is the Year of the Tiger, so the main dish should be related to tigers, but obviously you can’t eat real tigers, so Brother Zhang racked his brains and wrote a cold tiger dish to serve, and Thunder Dragon, who was working as a consultant next to him, pointed at the dish and shouted.
He started to laugh: "Rabbits don't even eat so vegetarian. This is the main dish. I'm begging you. I've only been looking forward to this once a year."
Brother Zhang looked up at him, poked his forehead with the tip of his pen, took a deep breath and said, "Then tell me what to do."
"How about green pepper stuffed with tiger skin?" Thunder Dragon also thought for a long time: "The kind with meat stuffed inside."
Brother Zhang thought for a while and thought it was feasible, so he replaced the tiger vegetables with green peppers stuffed with tiger skin. Thunder Dragon nodded with satisfaction: "Well... the rest should be done according to the old rules of previous years?"
"There should be some changes." Brother Zhang said awkwardly: "There are a few dishes here that cannot be served. The roasted bamboo rat and water snake soup must not be available because the raw materials are banned."
"Then let's change it to roasted voles. I'll go to Guangxi in a few days to buy some voles. As for the snakes, I'll ask someone to go to Thailand to buy some water snakes and it'll be over when I get back. Then they'll be wrapped in batter and fried.
It's done." Thunder Dragon said with a smile: "The dragon is in trouble. If Xu Wei doesn't trick her little white dragon, we can kill it with one knife and we can eat it for a long time."
Xu Wei, who was sitting nearby and counting the consumption of ingredients, looked up at Thunder Dragon, then shook her head and continued to work with her head down, while Brother Zhang was silent for a while and then patted his forehead: "I'll make you that kind of northern meat."
Longba, steamed noodles with meat inside."
"It's okay. Anyway, the whole thing is like a Chinese little master."
Soon, the main dishes, auxiliary dishes and other regular dishes were all prepared, and finally everything was settled. At this time, Xu Wei raised her head and asked: "Where did the dragon meat come from in the past?"
"Let's talk about past years." Thunder Dragon picked up his hand and drew a line on his thigh: "When the knife was lifted and dropped, it was three pounds and eight and a half pounds."
Xu Wei felt a chill, feeling that her master was sometimes so perverted that even perverts thought he was perverted.
But Brother Zhang is still normal. He smiled and said: "I have never used real dragons. Most of the time they are noodles. You saw it last year. There were plates of dragon rolls. That was the dragon of that year.
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"Oh...I remember, I ate several of them."
After ordering these dishes, the other regular dishes are much simpler, just fish, shrimp, crab eggs, nothing outstanding. After all, Nian, who is celebrating the New Year, is currently discussing with a young red dragon in the backyard about becoming an adventurer, and
The so-called New Year is just for everyone to have a reunion, but this year I'm afraid we won't even be able to have a complete reunion.
"We also need to prepare fifty kilograms of sugar and fifty kilograms of chocolate, about a hundred kilograms of various nuts, about a hundred kilograms of fried rice candies, fried fruit cakes, and two hundred red envelopes." Xu Wei raised her head and added:
"Two hundred and seven letters, there is a new member in Chang'an Lane this year."
When she said she had a new member, she couldn't help but feel happy, as if she was saying she had a new member. Brother Zhang nodded repeatedly, and then wrote down all the necessary things.
"Many children bring blessings, many children bring blessings." Little Brother Zhang muttered while writing, just like what he did decades ago when Old Zhang was still alive.
After everything was confirmed, Brother Zhang made a phone call, and the contents of the order were quickly delivered one after another. The boss who delivered the goods to Brother Zhang was nearly sixty years old and came to the store carrying the boxes.
The first thing I did when I arrived was to clasp my fists at Brother Zhang: "Holy Lord, it's another year."
"Together we will live well and have joy together." Brother Zhang smiled and said, "We will make a fortune in the New Year."
"Hahaha, don't expect to get rich. Let's just survive. Now that I'm gone, I'm still rushing to the next house."
While counting the goods, Xu Wei suddenly screamed: "Brother! More than 7 pounds of large yellow croaker! Did he send the wrong one?"
Brother Zhang rushed over after hearing the news and saw that there was indeed a huge yellow croaker swimming in the oxygenated water. It was almost one meter long and fat and strong. According to the current market price, the value of this fish is about five yuan.
About ten thousand yuan...
"I'll call and ask."
Brother Zhang called and asked the owner of that shop. The boss smiled and said that the fish was delivered correctly. He said that during the most difficult time this year, he relied on Brother Zhang's order to survive. Now he is relieved.
The past has passed, and it would be disrespectful to give a small gift.
"Thank you very much."
"It's our turn to thank you."
Brother Zhang put down the phone, pursed his lips and looked at Xu Wei with a smile. Xu Wei also squatted down to inspect the sky-high price of the large yellow croaker and said with a smile: "It seems that the previous hoarding was not all a waste of money."
"I'm not a big head, Zhang Yao and Xiao Ma order in the name of this place, so that's it." Brother Zhang thought as he thought that his magic warehouse was filled with all kinds of supplies and didn't know how to use them.
It’s funny, the supplies consumed after being lost for twenty years are not even one thousandth of the supplies hoarded. One can only imagine how much these two gods have hoarded.
However, there is not much time for emotion. Brother Zhang is now about to write something on the red envelope. He clicks on his phone, picks up the brush and starts writing blessings on the red envelope. During the twenty years of being lost, he also did one more thing
Just practice calligraphy. Brother Zhang’s calligraphy is definitely the best now.
In Chang'an Alley, every child, whether human, demon, ghost or immortal, will receive a red envelope from the Holy Lord every year. The amount in it is not large, that is, five or ten yuan, but its meaning is huge.
, in this small alley, the biggest conflict in recent years was because the children of one family tore up the red envelopes of the children of another family, and the two families were in quarrel. It can be imagined that this gift from the Holy Lord
Blessings are so important that every time someone is pregnant in Chang'an Alley, the first thing they do is not go to the hospital for a check-up but excitedly run to the Holy Lord to make an announcement, just to ask for a kiss from the Holy Lord's mouth.
Said "good luck".
At least in Chang'an Alley, those who are not blessed by the Holy Lord will be looked down upon in their hearts. Therefore, no matter how the years change, as long as the Holy Lord is still there, Chang'an Alley will never leave, even if someone is halfway there
left, but many people still insist that they are from Chang'an Lane.
The five days before last year could really be said to have gone by in a hurry. Almost every day passed by in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye, it was the night of the New Year's Eve dinner.
However, compared to usual, this year is much quieter. Mouse is still torturing the evil god over there. According to him, he found clues about the evil god over there that lead directly to East Asia, so he will continue to stay for a few months to investigate carefully.
For a moment, Niu Niu was locked up in Shanxi, so she could only call Brother Zhang to wish her a happy New Year, and then promised to run thousands of miles away as soon as the lockdown was lifted. Huniu couldn't get through because she was auditing Xiao Ma, because the amount of money Xiao Ma passed through was too huge.
And her identity is sensitive, so she has to do the audit in person. Little Snake is here. Although the school is closed due to the epidemic, she is not someone who has time to live. Besides, she has been banned in school recently and is about to vomit blood.
So he sneaked back under the cover of night.
Xiao Ma... Xiao Ma is being censored, and now he is almost under house arrest at Huniu's place. He eats well and sleeps well, but he can't run around. When he gets up every day, he just watches TV and plays with his mobile phone. He even agreed to accompany the Diren Little Queen to watch
None of the movie's promises were fulfilled.
The Mountain King is simple. He has gone home. His parents are still alive, and he is the happiest among the twelve spirits. When he goes back to the countryside where Hu Jian is from, he was originally a nouveau riche by day and an elite in Kochi by night. After returning home, he is also the same.
Wearing a big cotton-padded jacket and sitting in the sun holding a bowl of sugar-coated oranges, he looks no different from the fool at the entrance of the village.
So this year, there are only three twelve spirits in Chang'an Lane: dragon, snake, and dog, plus a couple of Ying Shams who eat and drink.
"Happy New Year." Wu Genshui greeted Brother Zhang on the phone: "I can't go back. I can't go back this year. I won't let you pass the checkpoint, so I won't cause trouble to everyone. If I can after the New Year
Just relax and I'll go back as soon as possible."
Brother Zhang responded: "It's okay. You can come back anytime."
As soon as I hung up the phone, an unfamiliar number called. As soon as Brother Zhang picked up the phone, he heard a sweet female voice: "Holy Master Wan'an..."
The caller was none other than Qing Lingzi. He was standing on the balcony as nervously as if he were about to go on a blind date. His sneaky appearance made it difficult to connect him with the identity of the thousand-year-old weirdo.
"If there is a chance, if the Holy Lord comes here, I will treat you well. I will definitely...I will be careful. Thank you Holy Lord for taking care of me."
After hanging up the phone, Qing Lingzi let out a long breath, adjusted his posture and turned back to the room. Although he has not appeared for a long time, he is not without achievements. Today Qing Lingzi has already made great achievements in the underground world.
He is one of the top figures, and he has even begun to think about manipulating politics.
The place where they live has been changed from the ordinary small villa to a large courtyard of 3,500 square meters. There are also two demon dogs in the courtyard, which look very domineering and domineering.
"Hey, the old man's face is full of spring breeze." Hei Guanyin wore an apron and carried the dishes to the table: "Did you fall in love with a boy online?"
Qing Lingzi stared: "Nonsense!"
Black Guanyin giggled and ran away, and Sai Dongfeng also walked out with the dishes at this moment. Just as he was about to speak, he saw four more red envelopes popping up on the table. Qing Lingzi stepped forward and took a look, and found that it was the Holy Lord.
The red envelope has arrived.
Such a devil, the moment he saw the red envelope, his eyes turned red. He sat there and let out a long sigh, gently stroking the red envelope with his hand. He didn't say anything but seemed to have said a lot.
"Four shares? Then the zombie can't have a share, right?"
Sai Dongfeng wanted to reach out to take it, but Qing Lingzi slapped his hand away: "My hands are full of stains!"
"You are clean, you are noble, and you are justified if you don't work."
Sai Dongfeng snorted coldly but still consciously went to clean his hands. After walking out, Qing Lingzi handed one to him: "This is yours."
"Hey." Sai Dongfeng happily took the red envelope and looked through it: "Oh, alas, it has my name! This is the first time I have received a red envelope from the Holy Lord this year. It looks like you did a good job, old man.
The Lord is pleased."
When Qing Lingzi heard this, his nostrils almost went up to the sky: "That's natural."
After saying that, he raised his hand and gave a portion to Hei Guanyin: "It's yours."
Hei Guanyin looked confused: "Me too? I'm not his. Besides, I'm just Xiaoxiao..."
Her bragging habit was indeed at its best, but before she could say this, Qing Lingzi's eyes were already bulging, and she looked very scary, even a little scary.
"Ah...that's great." Hei Guanyin quickly rubbed oil on her soles: "I also have a red envelope..."
"Why are you angry with her? It's not like you don't know her outspoken nature. When you actually bring her to see the Holy Lord, she will be more well-behaved than anyone else." Sai Dongfeng tried to smooth things over: "It's a great Chinese New Year.
Yes, she is still a child."
"You've almost filled her buff pile." Qing Lingzi said angrily, and then casually threw the last red envelope onto the face of Xie Taotie who was watching TV on the sofa: "You bastard, why don't you get up?
!”
Xue Taotie laughed and sat up from the sofa, played with the red envelope and said cheerfully: "I have one too..."
"Everything is there." Sai Dongfeng walked up with a smile on his face and slapped Xue Taotie on the head: "The Holy Lord has not even forgotten you, a loser."
The number one general under Qing Lingzi back then has really become a complete waste now. All he does every day is lie on the sofa, eat, drink and watch TV. He doesn't move much all year round. Because his brain is not very good, so big things happen.
The trivial matters now are basically Qing Lingzi and Hei Guanyin going out to compete in the field while Dongfeng takes care of the internal affairs, and the number of times this "strong general" is on duty is not even as high as the two zombies under Qing Lingzi.
At this time, Hei Guanyin picked up the disabled girl who had been brought back from Xiao Baga. During this period, she had gradually recovered under the care of Qing Lingzi, and her legs could barely stand and walk because she was a laboratory product.
, so it is impossible for the life span to exceed twelve years, but who is Qing Lingzi? A world-wide general who can single-handedly destroy twelve spirits. Apart from being cowardly, he has both civil and military skills, and is a small ten-year-old.
How can the two-year deadline limit him?
"Wow!"
Black Guanyin suddenly screamed, and Qing Lingzi immediately turned around and yelled: "Don't be surprised."
"Old man, look!" Hei Guanyin pointed at the news screen on the TV: "What kind of monster is this? Isn't it too disgusting? Do they dare to touch it with their hands? Oh my god..."
Qing Lingzi turned to look at the TV and found that the news program said that a meat ball with a height of more than three meters was found in a cave in the mountains of Tainan. The current news content was to follow the reporter's camera to find out.
"You will be punished for your own misfortune." Qing Lingzi snorted coldly, then walked to the memorial tablet of the first generation Holy Lord and knelt down respectfully. After three sticks of incense, he stood up and said, "They will know what they have done after a while."
"Old man, tell me quickly! I'm curious."
"Eat first, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to eat."