The old man brought the chopsticks and Wang Wanzhi heard the sound of the plate being scraped, which was very sweet and wonderful.
Then there was a sound of plates scraping against the table, and Xie Fu's voice floated over: "This plate is too much. I can't finish it. You must be hungry too."
His voice was coaxing with a hint of pleading.
Wang Wanzhi hesitated for a moment, but her posture remained upright, looking forward, and reaching out to fumble with her chopsticks to express what she meant.
Before she could eat, she heard the sound of chopsticks scraping against the plate, and the chewing sound was so clear that it seemed as if it was coming from her own mouth.
Just listening to these sounds, Wang Wanzhi could imagine a hungry rough man devouring food.
I actually thought to myself that he doesn't look like a young master at all.
"Wow, what big shrimps, uncle, you are really willing to spend money on them."
Wang Wanzhi couldn't help but smile, a child who was easily satisfied.
The old man responded: "This is the best meal the young master has ever had in our restaurant. As long as the young master can eat happily, it doesn't matter."
When Wang Wanzhi heard this, her numb heart actually felt a little sad. Is this the last meal that Fu and I will have?
Regardless of separation in life or death, the ending is the same, we can never see each other, we can only miss each other.
“It tastes so delicious, authentic Yangzhou fried rice.”
"Young Master tastes authentic food, is he from Yangzhou?"
"Uncle, can't you recognize my accent?"
"I really can't quite hear it."
"Perhaps I often read and recite scriptures, and I lost the accent of my hometown."
…
The fellow villagers are extremely friendly when they see them, and they have endless things to say.
Wang Wanzhi listened to the two chatting about Yangzhou food, which made her hungry and greedy. She started to eat quietly. When she took the first bite, she looked surprised and it tasted special.
After tasting it slowly, I finally got the taste that Mr. Yuan Jing said. It turned out that the Yangzhou fried rice she had eaten before was not the authentic Yangzhou fried rice, but today's Yangzhou fried rice is the authentic one.
Xie Fu and the old man were chatting about the interesting scenery in Yangzhou. A middle-aged man walked in and said with a bad expression: "Okay, there are still people who dare to come here to eat."
The old man said: "Sir, please finish your meal quickly and leave."
Xie Fu raised his hand to appease the old man and smiled at the visitor: "I can eat wherever I want, no one can care about me."
The middle-aged man sneered, sat down at Fu Xie's table, and said loudly: "Let's have ten plates of Yangzhou fried rice. It's the same old rule. If it's not delicious, we won't give you money."
"Did I ask you to sit here?"
After Xie Fu finished speaking, he picked up the middle-aged man and threw him out the door.
A scream of pain was heard, followed immediately by an angry shout: "We're beating someone, come here quickly."
The old man said quickly: "Sir, please leave quickly."
Xie Fu said calmly: "Uncle, don't worry. I'm going to support my fellow villagers today. I'll beat as many people as they come, until they don't dare to cause trouble again."
A large group of people, including men and women, quickly gathered at the door, holding kitchen knives and sticks. It seemed that this was not the first time this happened, so they had such a tacit understanding and gathered quickly.
When Xie Fu saw the aunts coming, he was surprised. Are the folk customs in Jinling so tough? He said softly to Wang Wanzhi: "I'll go fight first, and you can eat slowly."
Wang Wanzhi didn't answer. She wasn't worried about Fu Xie. What she should be worried about was the group of unruly people outside.
Xie Fu came out. It was not easy to do anything with a woman, so he said loudly: "Men stand on the left, women stand on the right."
The middle-aged man who was thrown out by Xie Fu just now pointed at Xie Fu and said angrily: "He is the one who beat people."
When more than half of the people saw Xie Fu, their expressions suddenly froze.
A strange scene appeared. Kitchen knives and sticks fell to the ground one after another, making a clanging sound, as if they were abandoning their weapons and surrendering.
Some of the women even had their eyes turned red and shed tears.
"grown ups--"
"grown ups--"
"Master Li——"
"Sir, you are still alive!"
As the voices of adults came and went, they all knelt down as if they were seeing their parents again.
It turns out that these people are the same group of disaster victims that Xie Fu fought desperately to save in Wuxi.
After the plague ended, they fled to Jinling and made a living here.
Most people recognized Mr. Li whom they had always missed but could not repay.
They had always thought that Mr. Li was dead, and felt extremely guilty. Now that they saw Mr. Li who had saved their family was still alive, how could they not shed tears of excitement.
This kind of kindness is hard to repay.
Speaking of robbers, I mean robbers. Mr. Li is a big robber. He does not rob women or property, but only robs rice shops and wolves and jackals.
When the plague arrives, white sails are hung on every house. When victims of the disaster arrive, there are beggars in the streets and alleys.
Be honest, stay at home and don't come out.
Everyone, cover your faces. Drink some water and boil it. This robber is really weird.
He holds a big pot, boils medicine, isolates the patient, carries the patient, but this robber is harmless.
Sending rice from door to door, the people welcome the robbers, and the robbers come.
They actually sang this widely circulated ballad together.
Others who had not seen Mr. Li also reacted and knelt down one after another, including the middle-aged man who was unable to be thrown out by Xie Fu just now.
The deeds of Wuxi's fake county magistrate were widely circulated and even compiled into Pingtan and drama.
Naturally, Wang Wanzhi had also heard of it, and was deeply respected. He secretly thought to himself, it turns out that Mr. Li, the great robber who saved the victims from fire and water in Wuxi, is you.
It feels like the characters in the book are suddenly beside you.
Everyone was crying and wailing as if they were mourning.
Xie Fu Quesu Rong severely punished them for bullying and dominating the market.
This group of people who were extremely tough just now, under Xie Fu's scolding, behaved like children, nodding, admitting their mistakes, and making promises.
Then they besieged Xie Fu with enthusiasm and excitement.
Xie Fu couldn't handle this scene and pulled Wang Wanzhi to escape.
It's really an escape.
The old man remained in a daze from beginning to end. When the doorway stopped, he came back to his senses and said: "I have met a noble man, old lady, please hang up the sign again."
…
Wang Wanzhi was pulled by Xie Fu, as if she had eyes and was running as fast as flying.
Xie Fu was very measured. After moving away, he stopped.
Wang Wanzhi also stopped, panting, with a faint blush on her cheeks, and her indifferent face became a bit delicate.
"I'm sorry for making you unable to eat. I'll make something delicious for you when you get back."
Xie Fu didn't know why he was so polite. Perhaps it was the indifference Wang Wanzhi showed today that made the two of them feel distant unconsciously.
Wang Wanzhi said nothing. Xie Fu has always been a proud existence in her heart. The discovery just now is just one of them and does not need to be mentioned in particular, even if it is something that is praised by the world.
The more proud he was, the more irresistible he became to her. Wang Wanzhi suddenly hated him.
The person I hate the most in my life, I hate him so inexplicably.
It's like a couple who were once in love, but one day they drew their swords at each other and wanted to kill each other.
