readx; There are many restaurants in front of the Confucius Temple, which are about the same as in modern times. Students can make money easily. Zhuangyuan Building is not outstanding among these many restaurants. The building does not have any unique style, but it has a sense of historical accumulation.
Zhu Ping'an stood at the bottom of the Zhuangyuan Building, looking at the three words "Zhuangyuan Building" with dragons and phoenixes dancing in the air upstairs, a cultural atmosphere hit his face, and he suddenly felt good.
Although the Zhuangyuan Building is inconspicuous, it has a relatively large passenger flow. When Zhu Pingan stopped there, there were people in twos and threes coming in and out.
"Let's go, fat brother has to live in poverty today!" The fat man still had the resentment of not being able to go to the other side of the Qinhuai River, so he gritted his teeth and stepped into it first.
Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly and walked upstairs.
There is nothing outside the Zhuangyuan Building, but when you go in, you will feel a sense of elegance, with mahogany furniture, wooden floors, and the surrounding walls are covered with calligraphy and painting. The one in the center is particularly eye-catching.
here".
"The breath is so loud, I don't know how it tastes." Fatty Xue Chi walked in front and glanced at the calligraphy and painting in the center, and pursed his lips.
"If you are not satisfied with your meal here, we won't charge you." A cleanly dressed shop assistant bowed his head and smiled with a smile on his face.
"That's what you said." Fatty Xue Chi pointed at the store clerk with his fat paw.
"I'm just kidding," the store clerk said with a smile, then stretched out his hand, "You two, please come in."
Zhu Ping'an patted the fat man on the shoulder from behind and took the lead in walking to the table guided by the store clerk.
The Zhuangyuan Building is also divided into private rooms and a lobby. However, all the private rooms were full at this time, and there were only a few tables in the lobby. The store clerk guided him to a table by the window. This made Zhu Pingan very satisfied.
There is a long wooden sign hanging on the wall, and the name of the dishes in the store is written on the wooden sign, which is clear at a glance.
"You lion heads, give us a plate." Zhu Pingan casually glanced at the wooden signs. There were too many wooden signs on the wall. It was a bit dizzying, but Zhu Pingan still remembered what he heard some time ago.
Lion head, so I ordered one.
"Okay, table No. 3 in Jiazi has the best share." Hearing this, the waiter who was following him shouted towards the kitchen.
The Zhuangyuan Building is worthy of being the Zhuangyuan Building. The braised lion head can be called the best.
As soon as the store clerk finished shouting, the fat man on the side slammed the table, and the flesh on his face trembled, "Okay, a good sign."
"Give us a whole salad of pig ears. And some of the best wine in your store." The fat man seemed to be excited by the dominance of the waiter, and he started ordering like a bulldog with his fat face.
"One portion for the best, one for the champion." The waiter was a well-spoken man. When the fat man ordered, he shouted towards the kitchen.
Everything was said to the heart of the fat man, and he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.
The roast goose that has already become a blockbuster without a call, the fish head and tofu soup that ranks first among the three armies, and the Sixi meatballs that win three yuan in a row are all on the table.
It seems that fat people like this kind of lucky thing. Looking at a table of food and listening to the shop assistant singing, a fat face with a satisfied chrysanthemum bloomed.
"Xie'er, what a coincidence."
The table was full of vegetables and rice. Before Zhu Pingan even moved his chopsticks, he heard a familiar call. He looked up and saw his uncle Zhu Shouren and other villagers filing in. Everyone at the table was smiling with chrysanthemums on their faces, but the uncle was missing.
Fat friend.
"Uncle, uncle" Zhu Pingan stood up and bowed from a distance.
"Brother An." Several villagers cupped their hands slightly, with smiles on their faces.
"Meeting is worse than meeting by chance. As the exam is over, why don't we celebrate together." Uncle Zhu Shouren stroked his beard and smiled heartily.
Fat Xue Chi also met the uncle and others. Besides, this guy was eager to have more people so he could show off his chrysanthemum poem. He also enthusiastically invited a few people to sit down, and then waved his fat hand and told the shop assistant to watch and add six more dishes.
The store's signature dishes are also served separately.
"This little brother is so polite." Uncle Zhu Shouren praised with a smile after he sat down.
"No matter where you are, you are all relatives and friends of Brother Zhu, and naturally you are also my relatives and friends." Fatty Xue Chi waved his hand casually.
Zhu Pingan waited for them to finish their greetings, then stood up and introduced them to each other to let them get to know each other. The first two times, he was in a rush for exams and did not have time to introduce them to each other. This time, he had time, so he introduced them all.
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After the food and wine were served, the wine was poured and the vegetables were served, and everyone ate happily.
"Ahem, that re-examination"
"That poem makes yellow flowers like scattered gold"
After drinking a glass of wine, the fat man just opened his mouth to find an excuse to mention his chrysanthemum poem, when he heard a voice that coincided with him. He was Zhu Ping'an's uncle, Zhu Shouren. The two looked at each other and laughed in unison.
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Afterwards, Zhu Ping'an listened with pain in his face as they praised each other's chrysanthemum poem, including several fellow villagers who also recited their own chrysanthemum poems, all with proud faces.
The more proud they are, the more painful Zhu Pingan's pain will be.
When a friend meets a close friend, a thousand cups of wine are too little. After drinking a few glasses of water, his uncle Zhu Shouren and several other villagers got drunk, slapped the table, and boasted to Zhu Pingan with his tongue hanging out, "Brother An, you don't have it."
It’s such a pity to meet my friend’s mentor with my uncle, really, it’s such a pity.”
"Oh, why do you say it's a pity for Brother Zhu?" The fat man's fat face came closer.
"You don't know, that day we were drinking with our friend and mentor. During that time, they pointed at the chrysanthemums outside the window and asked us to compose poems. Do you think it's a pity to have pigs?" The uncle drank wine and looked at Zhu Pingan and sighed.
Hearing this, the fat man also looked at Zhu Ping'an with sympathy and shook his head, "Brother Zhu, it's such a pity. If I went with your uncle, I wouldn't have tried to write poems that couldn't compare with my chrysanthemum poem."
Hearing this, Zhu Pingan felt even more painful.
"Okay, She'er, next time, although the uncle and others will not need to take the college entrance examination in the future, you don't have to worry. In the future, the uncle will introduce you to a friend and mentor."
"That's right, don't regret it, Brother An."
The uncle and others took it for granted that Zhu Pingan's aching look was a sign of regret, and they all offered words of comfort.
As a result, Zhu Ping'an felt even more miserable and had to lower his head and devote himself to this table of good wine and food.
There is a private room on the third floor sitting in Tongcheng Xia Luoming, Su Song, Feng Shanshui and others. In addition to the few people who are always together, there are also a few unfamiliar faces. One of them is the one who spoke to everyone in front of Jiangnan Gongyuan that day.
The dignified man who showed disdain to the students who sang chrysanthemum poems.
Looking out from the private room, the scene in the lobby is clear at a glance, and the sound can also be heard clearly.
"Chrysanthemum poem haha, this year's first case in the government is just here. You guys are exaggerating about him."
In front of the private room window, a well-dressed student turned away from the window and returned to his seat, smiling at Xia Luoming and others.
"Yesterday I heard him comment on the chrysanthemum poem, but I didn't expect it to be the same today." The dignified man said lightly while playing with the wine glass in his hand.
"It's our fault. Who would have thought that he would be so unbearable? Brother Liu and Brother Guo, please forgive me. It seems that the real murderers this year are these two dear friends." Su Song and Feng Shanshui stood up, holding up their wine glasses.
He seems to have a lot of respect for these two people.
"If it weren't for Brother Liu's filial piety and Brother Guo's study tour, how could we have the honor to go to the exam with Brother Liu and Brother Guo."
Even Xia Luoming, who had always been conceited, put aside his arrogance and stood up to raise his glass.
Others present also raised their glasses together, and many of them looked ashamed. They must have also written poems about chrysanthemums and autumn.
Upstairs, downstairs, toasting and changing glasses, it's a joyful time.
Zhu Pingan was so drunk that he went to the counter to pay the bill in advance while urinating, but was told that the fat man at the same table had already paid. In response, Zhu Pingan could only smile bitterly and shake his head. (To be continued)
ps: There will be at least three updates today and I won’t miss my appointment.