Jingzhou had only taken a few steps in front when a young lady hurriedly approached her. He was so frightened that he hurriedly dodged and disappeared into the crowd.
"It's strange. Could it be that I was dazzled just now? Why is that young master missing?"
The little lady stood there, rubbed her eyes, looked around several times, but didn't see the young man in purple anymore: "Oh, she is so gentle, why didn't any young man buy my rouge today~"
The young lady returned to the stall, her eyes shining again, and she looked at the people coming and going. After a while, she suddenly saw a young man in Confucian clothes. She immediately took a few steps forward and grabbed him.
The man's hand was affectionate and he said softly: "Sir, look at my rouge and see if it's pretty~~~"
Jing Zhou let out a long breath. He originally thought that in this world, young ladies and eldest girls were all the first-class beauties. Only when he saw the rouge seller did he feel that Aunt Gongsun was not that ugly after all.
Well, at most they are a little overconfident, their eyes are a little smaller, their faces are a little plumper, and their feet are a little big, which makes the soldiers stand dumbly and the horses sigh...
Others are fine. If you wear a mask, it will be enough to fascinate many people...
Jing Zhou was frightened by the little lady, and he immediately had no intention of going shopping anymore. This long night was really scary!
It is better to leave such elegant things as buying rouge to Jia Baoyu.
He, Mr. Jing, is a common man. As a common man, he naturally thinks that a beautiful woman with "shoulders as if they were shaved off and a waist as plain as expected" is better.
Jing Zhou no longer wanted to go shopping, so he walked directly along the main road in the city. After walking a few hundred meters, he saw a three-story restaurant in front of him, with two large red lanterns hanging on it, which illuminated the plaque in front of the restaurant.
sparkling with light.
"Sir, is this the inn?" Da Siming asked.
In Da Siming's opinion, there is nothing special about this inn. There is no river in front and no mountain in the back. At most, the road in front of the building is slightly wider.
Jingzhou said: "Yes, this is the inn. You will be in for a treat soon."
"Dear guest, please come in. Our inn is the most famous one in Songhai City~"
When the waiter at the door saw Jing Zhou and the two of them, he immediately bent down and said a greeting.
The boy was not old, he was in his twenties. He was wearing coarse cloth shorts, a dark shirt, and a pair of brown cloth shoes. Jing Zhou took a look and saw that the boy's steps were sloppy, and he obviously didn't have much kung fu.
It wasn't how he remembered it, but it made him feel a little pity.
Shi Lan should be still in Shushan at the moment and has not come to work in an inn.
Otherwise, staying in this inn would be a lot more fun.
Jingzhou stepped into the inn and said with a smile: "Okay, then let's take a look at this famous inn in Songhai City."
After saying that, Jingzhou looked at the decoration in the inn and summed it up in one word: "Ruth!"
It was so dirty that if it wasn't for the extraordinary significance of this place and a chef like Fatty Ding, he wouldn't have come to stay in this inn.
Take a look at Zi Lan Xuan by Zi Nv Girl, it is a serious place to stay!
If it really doesn't work, if it's even close, it must look a bit like Feixue Pavilion!
The clerk was overjoyed and raised his head, just in time to meet Da Siming's eyes. He suddenly lost consciousness and seemed to see a red skeleton walking towards him.
The waiter trembled and was about to open his mouth to shout, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make any sound. Even his legs no longer obeyed him, as if they were filled with lead.
After an unknown amount of time, the skeleton suddenly disappeared, and the scene in the man's eyes returned to normal.
"Haha", Da Siming twisted his waist and walked towards the inn.
When the wind blew, the man felt his whole body getting cold, and when he wiped it with his hand, his back was already wet.
"This is not an illusion!"
The waiter was shocked and did not dare to look at the woman in red and black clothes who at first thought she looked good-looking.
He endured his fear and took a few steps forward to follow Jing Zhou. Only then did he see clearly that the clothes on the back of the young master were embroidered with mysterious runes one after another with gold thread.
In the past, the clerk might have thought that these clothes were extremely luxurious, but now after experiencing the bloody skeleton, when he looked at the clothes again, he felt cautious in his heart, and couldn't help but secretly thought: "My dear mother, what kind of monsters are these two people?"
ah!"
"Man, how many free rooms do we have in our inn?"
"Sir, our inn is very big. It happens that there are not many guests staying today. At this moment, the entire second floor is basically empty."
"I'll book this inn."
"Young Master, you want to stay in an inn. Then I, what? I'll book it? Young Master, you want to book this entire inn?" The waiter was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing, with a look of disbelief on his face. This actually dispelled the fear in his heart.
a bit.
Since he started working here, this is the first time he has encountered something like this. Someone actually rented out the entire inn.
The reputation of their inn is not bad, but the food cooked by the innkeeper is excellent. There are quite a few people who come to eat here, but very few people stay at the inn.
"Young master, there are only two of you. Can you rent out the entire inn and come here?" The guy was a little unsure and asked again. He felt that there was something wrong with the man in front of him. With the money, wouldn't it be better to order more dishes?
?
"Hiss~"
There was a sound of horses braying, and then a huge carriage pulled by four horses stopped in front of the inn.
"It's strange. Why did there suddenly be so many people in the inn today?"
The waiter murmured and looked back, just in time to see the car parked in front of the inn, illuminated by candlelight.
I saw that the carriage was more than one foot long, lying across the front of the inn, covering the entire door.
The carriage is carved and painted in gold, and two glazed gauze lamps are hung in front of the carriage, making the entire carriage look extremely luxurious.
Just as the clerk was about to reply, he saw dozens of people in robes floating in from outside, all wearing high crowns and looking extremely pale.
He took a closer look, and under the dim light, he saw that the feet of these people under their robes did not even touch the ground.
"Ghost!"
The waiter yelled, staggered, and immediately fell to the ground. His eyes tightened, his body trembled wildly, and his legs stared and kept retreating.
"What are you calling a nickname? Where did the ghost come from in Fatty Ding's inn!"
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the second floor, and a fat man with bare chest and arms walked down the stairs.
"The shopkeeper is a ghost!"
The waiter shouted and felt a little relieved after seeing the fat man. He immediately ran and crawled to the fat man and hugged him.
"There is a fart ghost. Even if there is a ghost, I can peel off his skin and cramps and chop him into pulp!" The fat man slapped the waiter on the head and removed him from his body.
Carry it down.
Grandma is such a badass, she was actually held by a grown man. Even though he has been fat for so long, this is the first time for a grown girl to get on a sedan chair!
If this spreads out, wouldn't it damage the little reputation he has as a fat man?
Jingzhou smiled and said: "Shopkeeper Ding, it's better to meet you after hearing about it for a long time. I have heard of your reputation for a long time, but it was only today that I saw the true face of Shopkeeper Ding."
This fat man is the owner of an inn, Cook Ding. Although he looks like this, he is like the only people like Old Man Gongshu, Ji Wuye, and Jade Tiger. He should not be underestimated. He has overwhelming power, but this cook
The craftsmanship is unparalleled in the world, impeccable!
What's even more impressive is that no matter what dish, as long as Fatty Ding has tasted it once, no matter how complicated the ingredients are, he can make it exactly the same.
It's a pity that Chef Ding was deceived by people from the Mo family. Otherwise, Jing Zhou felt that with Fatty Ding's level, it wouldn't be impossible to create another "food" family to be on par with other schools of thought!
When Cook Ding heard the sound, he looked over and saw two figures, one purple and one red, coming into his eyes. Behind those two people stood more than a dozen people with strange faces.
"My feet couldn't even touch the ground. I think the guy was so frightened when he saw these people."
"These people are so strangely dressed, especially the woman. Her palms are as red as flames, with strange lines on them, and her nails are as black as ink. Everything is extremely strange." After taking a look at these people, Chef Ding's mind immediately became active, and his mind was filled with strangeness.
He kept guessing about the identity of Jing Zhou and his party.
Although he is a famous chef in Qilu and has opened an ordinary inn in Songhai City, his actual identity is one of the leaders of the Moh family, hiding in Songhai City and responsible for gathering intelligence.
"Hahaha, it turns out it's a distinguished guest. I asked you, Fatty Ding, why my eyelids keep twitching today!" Cook Ding patted his big belly and said to the waiter: "Go, go, take the distinguished guest's carriage to the backyard, and then use it
Good horse food will feed your guests' horses well, but don't neglect those horses!"
Pushing the waiter away, Chef Ding narrowed his eyes and said enthusiastically: "Oh, it's all friends who give me face, otherwise I would have no reputation as a cook. Please take a seat, distinguished guest. I welcome this one, and what's the name of that one?"
..It’s called...what’s Peng, what’s Hui?”
"Today's distinguished guests are here, so I'm not going to make my little shop shine like this, fat man!"
"Zhong, why don't you hurry up and serve tea to your distinguished guests? Remember to take my treasured tea!"
Jingzhou glanced at Chef Ding calmly, sat down, and said with a smile: "Hahaha, Shopkeeper Ding is really unusual."
This cook may seem careless and honest, but he is actually Zhang Fei's embroidery, with some roughness but some fineness.
Even when the fat man was later imprisoned in the Fang-gnawing Prison, he could learn through subtle observation that the Qin army had been transferred in large numbers.
If you don't know Cook Ding's habits, ordinary people will most likely be deceived by Cook Ding's honest appearance.
Cook Ding scratched his big head and said with a simple and honest smile: "What the hell, big fat man, I am just a rough man. I can't compare to a noble man like the Young Master. What's the difference? I just rely on the craftsmanship passed down from my ancestors to cook."
Just a few dishes to make a living in this small town. I have to thank my friends for giving me face and support, otherwise it will be difficult for me, fat man, to keep running this inn."