Wang Yi was silent for a while, silently deleted all the words in his mind that he wanted to express his loyalty to his uncle.
I always feel that he can't hear something he really says and never complains and won't make things difficult for Uncle Er to make things difficult. It will definitely not be as exciting as he says it, and it will definitely be particularly embarrassing.
Especially under this light, the dazzling luster and charming eyes can be said, how can you say the word "bitter"?
Wang Yi held it in for a while, and Qiqiai Ai said, "Uncle, you are fat, be careful and eat less fat in your daily life."
County Magistrate Wang: "...I'm called strong."
These days, he ran around but did not eat badly. He lost a lot of fat on his body and changed into a body of tendon. He really felt that his health was better. He didn't breathe heavily when walking on mountain roads. His eyes didn't hurt when reading books, and he slept much more peacefully.
"Wow!"
The uncle and nephew looked at each other awkwardly, and just as they were about to speak, they heard a burst of exclamations coming from behind. They both looked back and couldn't help but be stunned.
In the hall of "Gu Ji", twelve young men and girls riding tigers slowly entered through the back door and paraded around. Several guests were so shocked that they stood up and ran out. If the waiter hadn't been very quick, they were holding them up quickly and holding them up quickly, there might have been a few that would have fallen to the sky.
Just as they were panicked, they saw twelve tigers standing upright with their feet, bowing and bowing, and the expression on their faces seemed to be smiling.
Magistrate Wang swallowed and whispered: "So amazing!"
Liu Chuanfu next to him also wiped the sweat from his forehead falsely: "That is the hundreds of dramas in the tile in the capital, which is very different from this one."
"The ones who play tricks in the tile can only play with monkeys, even those who occasionally see those who can play with snakes, eagles, and beasts. They have also been raised and tamed since childhood, and have never tasted blood food at all. These are different."
Wang Tiesheng's uncle is a hunter. Although he is a carpenter, he has seen real tigers and leopards.
"Just this big white-headed tiger is definitely a wild and long wild. Not to mention the wild animals in the mountains, people probably eat a lot."
Now these twelve young men and women are riding tigers and holding wine pots and wine cups, coming slowly, which is much more stable than riding a goat.
Gu Xiang was not in the kitchen at this time, but was standing on the escalator from the second to the first floor, and happened to see these tigers entering the venue.
Her servant tied the tiger's head and went up the steps. The servant put the wine cup on the tiger's nose and slowly poured a glass of wine. The huge tiger's head came to Gu Xiang's eyes.
“…”
Gu Xiang came to her senses. She had already drunk the wine cup, wiped the tiger's body with the wine glass, and went downstairs together, looking for the nearest chair to sit down.
Everyone: "..."
My God, Amitabha!
Gu Xiang stared at the red gold velvet tablecloth on the table, and shouted in her heart. Fortunately, she chose this long tablecloth when she chose, which perfectly covered her slightly trembling legs.
How could you not be afraid?
She didn't even dare to see the tiger in the zoo too close to the cage, let alone the one who was untied and was purely relaxed.
Gu Xiang was afraid when he sat on the chair, so he asked someone to serve him a cup of wine.
The diners were ready to move.
"Wow, for some reason, I feel very itchy."
Magistrate Wang was actually a little itchy.
At this time, in Gu Ji Hall, pearls were hanging high, and gold foil was covered with all the walls, which was luxurious. If these diners could sit in such an environment and drink a glass of yellow wine presented by the big white tiger personally, the feeling and taste...
Magistrate Wang was filled with a thrill.
There are many literati and poets today, and I am afraid that many of them have already thought about their thoughts. He thinks that in such an occasion, any poem that can be written that is not bad but can be read by hand is likely to be famous in history.
If one can record a note in history books, Wang Buzhou, the magistrate of Shouling, lived with Hu in the "Gu Ji" restaurant in the fifth year of Qingde, with a calm expression, chatting and laughing with the scholars and drinking wine...
Just after thinking about it, Magistrate Wang felt that the tiger was not that scary. People dared to ride it, but he couldn't sit in the corner.
As hesitated, he turned around and saw that County Magistrate Zhou was ready to move. County Magistrate Wang immediately felt a fever and walked into the door.
As soon as he entered the door, his legs trembled, and he quickly pressed the edge of the table and sat carefully on the chair.
I have to say that people in places like Shouling are even more tigers, and scholars are also tigers. When they see someone takes the lead, they are still a fat and savage literati who is not very young, everyone's courage increases. Besides, when they look left and right, they see dozens of them, how can they lose face in front of classmates and colleagues?
Everyone walked in the door in one by one, looking at each other, sitting very dignifiedly. Gu Xiang glanced at it and felt that his restaurant was about to become an examination room, and he could really make a delicious food spot. He couldn't help but sigh, and quickly stood up and walked to the kitchen to cook.
It was getting dusk, and under the lights, the sound of piano suddenly sounded on the high platform in front of the hall. As the sound of piano rose, the sound of pipa and flute slowly entered.
The bright light flashed, and more than a dozen dancers wearing jade crowns and silk flew down from the second floor, with light figures and dancing gracefully.
In the middle, two men and women held soft swords, and they saw afterimages while dancing, which was as strong as a dragon.
Magistrate Wang has never seen Jian Wu before.
But this is a sword dance that makes people look dazzling and laymen know that dancers are masters. He never saw it even when he was in the capital.
How can those masters be willing to perform on stage and let people watch it?
During the singing and dancing, the diners gradually felt relieved, at least their legs were less shaking. As long as they didn't deliberately look at the tigers swimming around, they wouldn't be too scared.
At this time, the Buddha finally got better after jumping over the wall.
The slightest fragrance comes first, from far to near, from light to thick. In just a moment, the fragrance will almost lose its composure.
Magistrate Wang reached out to wipe his saliva, turned his head to see that County Magistrate Zhou was almost the same, and the others turned their heads and looked around, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.
This time, Gu Xiang made Buddha Jumping over the wall, which is more delicious and fragrant than before.
In the past, she used special methods to speed up the process in order to save trouble and money, but this time she really started preparing half a month in advance. The last step alone was the stove from yesterday evening and simmered it in low heat for eight hours.
Not to mention ingredients, even the firewood used is very particular.
As soon as the finished product was released, Gu Xiang felt that the kitchen had no place to stay. If she stayed for a longer time, she could eat two jars in one go.
"Here you come."
Magistrate Wang slid the window and looked out for a while, and finally saw Qiuli taking the tray in hand, step by step into the hall.
Qiuli swallowed her saliva and personally put the three altars of Buddhas on the table of Magistrate Wang and lifted the lid.
"Gudu!"
The semi-solidified soup has a translucent pink color, thick but not greasy, as if dyed with gold.
Magistrate Wang suddenly felt that he had drunk.
Chapter completed!