Wanmin Tang, the first affordable restaurant in Liyue, looks small on the surface, but it often holds large-scale dockworker gatherings with hundreds of people dining together, so its reputation and strength cannot be underestimated.
At night, near Tiger-eating Rock, the warm orange lights and red lanterns made the place particularly warm. Famas was held by Ying's soft and delicate little hands, which were as warm as his heart.
The dockworkers who had just gotten off work were enjoying their dinner here. The wind smelled of the humidity of the sea. In the back kitchen of Wanmintang, Master Mao was very busy, and there was a long queue in front of the door.
Xiangling was nowhere to be seen.
"The clouds are gone, there is peace in all directions, and the fish is boiled in the Wanmin Hall..."
After queuing for a long time, Famas finally took Ying to the counter of Wanmin Hall.
"Young man is an expert!"
Master Mao wrote down Famas’s order and gave him an approving look.
When Famas was still lining up, Master Mao noticed him.
The young man with red hair and red eyes pulled the girl in the white dress like a couple. He looked like he was not a local, and there was a talking fairy beside him.
Chef Mao originally wanted to recommend some mild-tasting dishes to the two of them that would be more acceptable to foreigners, but unexpectedly they quickly ordered without even looking at the menu, and every dish was Wanmintang's signature dish.
The flying little guy even added a dish newly developed by his daughter Xiangling at the end of the menu: slime mushrooms.
Because of the weird ingredients, no one has dared to try this dish for more than ten days, which makes Xiangling very sad.
"This is really strange. I have never seen such a person in the city before? Could it be that he is a gourmet who comes here because of his reputation? It is not easy to have such courage at such a young age, so I have to show off my skills.
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Looking at Master Mao who suddenly became very energetic, Paimon clapped his hands expectantly.
"Master Mao, isn't Xiangling here today?"
Famas touched his chin, took off the bell from his waist, and placed it on the counter.
"This is... Xiangling's bell."
The moment he saw the golden bell, Master Mao showed a look of understanding. No wonder this young man was able to order the food so quickly. He turned out to be Xiangling's friend.
"Sigh... You are also a friend Xiang Ling made outside, right? Not to mention today, it has been a long time since that girl set out to look for dragon meat..."
When he mentioned Xiangling, Master Mao's tone became bleak, and he felt like a lonely old man waiting at home for a wanderer to return.
"This is my treat... If you see Xiang Ling outside, help persuade her to go home early..."
Master Mao was chatting with Famas while preparing the ingredients for cooking.
But the dock workers lined up behind Famas seemed to be unable to wait any longer and anxiously urged the young man in red who was still chatting with Master Mao.
"Hurry up front, are you waiting to work after dinner?"
"A young man from a rich family goes to Xinyuexuan and competes with carpenters like us for food?"
Ying hurriedly pulled Famas away from the front desk. Although the boy in red still looked unhurried, Ying suspected that if they continued to occupy the ordering position and did not leave, the hungry workers behind him would probably take it.
He grabbed the shipbuilding tools and rushed towards them.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, everyone, please be patient."
Master Mao glanced at Famas with an apologetic look, and hurriedly calmed the restless team behind him.
I found a seat and sat down, and from the food stall next to me came a female voice full of market atmosphere: "Zhongyuan offal, it's delicious and not expensive. Sir, would you like a bowl?"
Famas nodded with interest and walked to Su Erniang, who was selling food at the food stall.
"I want two bowls of Chinese offal."
The stall's business was very good, and Famas accidentally saw a foreign businessman eating next to him. The change in the other person's face from being embarrassed to enjoying the meal made him feel a little relieved.
"Okay, does this guest like spicy food?"
Su Erniang skillfully took out the fried meatballs and isinglass from the oil pan, and paired it with rich soup. The hand holding the pepper pot stopped in mid-air, waiting for Famas's answer.
"Want the hottest."
When a large bowl of hot offal soup was brought to Famas, Master Mao's dishes were also brought to Ying's table.
After paying the bill with the Mora he stole from the treasure thief group, Famas returned to the dining table where Ying and Paimon were sitting.
Crispy Jueyun crispy rice, Wanmintang's boiled fish with a strong aroma of chili peppers, and the colorful Sifang Heping... Wanmintang's craftsmanship is truly well-deserved, and every dish is full of color, flavor and flavor, regardless of the control of the heat.
The control and taste levels are all very good.
Staring at the two bowls of Central Plains offal brought by Famas, Paimeng hurriedly snatched one bowl, almost half-stuffing and half-pulling it. He finished the whole portion without even a mouthful of soup left.
"Huh... so spicy."
There was a stimulating spicy taste in the mouth. Paimon was so spicy that he stuck out his tongue and hurriedly scooped up a spoonful of the special dish he ordered, slime mushrooms, and put it in his mouth, squinting his eyes as he enjoyed it.
"Ying! Famas! You guys also have a try!"
Famas knocked on the little head of Paimon who was eating and drinking. His body was slime. Although he did not have high dietary requirements, he had to let him eat slime...
Ying, on the other hand, looked at the plate of crystal clear things that seemed to be still squirming, and instinctively shrank back: "Is this... really edible?"
Paimon picked up the spoon, scooped out a piece and put it directly into Ying's mouth: "Try it and see, how do you like it?"
Facing Paimon's big eyes full of twinkling little stars, Ying could only swallow the food in her mouth a few times. For a moment, a strange feeling filled her brain. She shook her head, trying to absorb the strange feeling.
The feeling is thrown out of my mind.
The mushrooms covered in slime had not yet reached her throat. Ying couldn't stand the strange smell and started retching.
"Don't force others, Paimon!"
Famas patted Ying's back in a funny and annoyed way, and the warm touch of his palms passed over Ying's exposed back. Ying, who almost vomited out his breakfast, lowered his head and grabbed Famas' clothes tightly. p>
"Eh? How could it be so unpalatable..."
Paimon asked strangely and took another mouthful of slime.
The clear night sky is like a transparent black crystal, filled with stars.
Famas has already felt a calm and indifferent aura on the second floor of Heyu Tea House not far from Wanmin Hall.
He stretched out his hand to catch the bright light, but he only covered his eyes and held on to the brilliance of memory with all his strength. However, the years slipped through his fingers like a long river. The helpless feeling was exactly the same as a thousand years ago.
Famas looked through the teahouse's carved wooden windows and auspicious pattern railings.
Sitting in the tea room was a very elegant young man, with a martial temperament in his movements.
Her long, slightly brown hair is spread behind her back, her eyes are dotted with dark red eyeliner, a pair of light golden beast pupils, and there is a shining golden earring hanging on her left ear.