A crazy old man appeared on the streets of Yangzhou. He asked everyone "Are you okay?"
Some people couldn't help but stop, wondering why the little old man was asking this question.
There are even good-hearted people who go back three times in the hope that the little old man will ask him, "Are you okay?"
But the little old man was very bad. He crossed the line three times and said to others, "Are you okay?"
The troublemaker couldn't help it anymore and stepped forward and said to the little old man: "I'm fine."
The little old man pointed at the porridge stall behind him and smiled, "If you have nothing to do, just have a bowl of Bahuangliuhe Only One Porridge."
"Shhh", the passers-by who stood waiting for the answer all booed the little old man in unison.
But it also drew their attention to the porridge stall, where they saw two signs: "Sadness Building" and "I am the only one who respects porridge in Bahuang Liuhe".
Everyone invariably looked back at the signboard "Yangzhou's No. 1 Porridge" on the upper floor of Shangsin Tower.
This is obviously to destroy the brand.
I was interested in watching the excitement, and just when I was about to sit down at the porridge stall and ask for a bowl of porridge, I saw a small sign that said "five hundred yuan a bowl."
"Did you write an extra hundred?" they reminded kindly. Bai Gaoxing shook his head with a smile and insisted: "Five hundred dollars a bowl."
"You must be sick. A bowl costs five hundred and only a fool would drink it." A passerby cursed in dissatisfaction.
Bu Ju slapped the table, turned around and shouted, "What did you say?"
"I said..." The passer-by regretted the words as soon as he said them. He knew this man, the Bu family's young master was not easy to deal with, perhaps even more difficult to deal with than Zhuang Zisheng.
"No, I, you..." The passerby couldn't argue, so he could only slap himself, "I'll tell you to be mean, I'll be mean to you."
Bu Ju turned around and said, "You think I can spare you this way?"
Zhou Jiuzhang grabbed him and said, "Okay, okay, don't be as knowledgeable as him."
Passers-by breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Mr. Zhou was there, handed over their hands to apologize, and hurried away.
Chu Ci said: "Don't blame them, they just don't understand the taste of this porridge."
Today’s Bahuang Liuhe Weiwozuzuzuzuzun porridge is different from yesterday.
The water used to cook the porridge yesterday came from well water, and the grains used to cook the porridge were also common things.
Today, Bahuang Liuhe is the only porridge. The water for cooking the porridge is obtained from the system - exchanged from the system well water column.
Several ingredients are also redeemable with merit points.
Therefore, after taking a sip of the porridge, while they were amazed by the deliciousness of the porridge, the three of them were also surprised by the spiritual power in the porridge.
Chu Ci was a Sanqian martial arts master. He dined at the inn several times, and his spiritual power could only be detected by careful inspection.
But the spiritual power in the porridge was too abundant for him to ignore.
He had only tasted this kind of spiritual power from rare treasures such as danmu fruits.
Those natural and earthly treasures cannot be bought with just five hundred dollars.
He has only tasted two danmu fruits in his life, and the city lord sold them to the four major families in Yangzhou at a cheap price.
Bu Ju said to Yu Sheng: "Shopkeeper Yu, we want all these porridges, what do you think?"
Of course not! Before Yu Sheng could shake his head, the cold voice of the system sounded in his mind: One person is limited to one purchase.
Bu Ju was a little disappointed, but Zhou Jiuzhang's eyes lit up.
He called a servant and said, "Quickly, call Sister Fu and Brother Fu here and tell them I'll treat them to some porridge."
This porridge is of great benefit to those who practice martial arts. He must let his brothers and sisters take advantage of it.
Chu Ci was also inspired and sent someone to call his second brother.
Zhou Jiuzhang asked Bu Ju, "Why don't you call your eldest brother and sister?"
Bu Ju smiled bitterly, "Do you think they can sit down on the street? Let's go to the inn to enjoy it in the future."
Zhou Jiuzhang knew that the Bu family maintained their own identity and had many rules, so he didn't say more.
The three of them were slowly enjoying the porridge here, but someone over there had already reported everything in front of the door to Cai Wannian, the manager of Shangxinlou.
Cai Wannian led his servants to stand upstairs and looked down, saying disdainfully: "I am the only one who is the only one. What a big statement."
He turned back to his servants and said, "Drive them away."
There are many people who question Shangxinlou’s “No. 1 Porridge in Yangzhou”, so they don’t even bother to argue one by one.
After all, the "Yangzhou No. 1 Porridge" sign is recognized by peers and people in the city, not by Shanxinlou itself.
If colleagues and customers in the industry really feel that Shang Xin Lou is not worthy of its name, then Cai Wannian will be anxious.
The servant reminded: "The young master of the Chu family is drinking porridge at the stall now."
Cai Wannian frowned, feeling something was wrong in his heart, "Then just wait until they leave."
Before Chu Ci and the others left, three more people came running. Two of these three were really eye-catching, and they were all from the Zhou family.
A pair of wooden clogs stepped on the bluestone floor, making a "bang bang" sound.
When Yu Sheng heard the sound and went away, he saw the people around him ducking away, as if something was "ramping".
After the crowd dispersed, it occurred to Yu Sheng that it was not an object, but a girl.
This girl has a strong body and round shoulders, thick eyebrows and big eyes, dark skin, a few inches of hair, and she walks as fast as the wind.
"This is my sister..." "Zhou Jiufeng."
When the woman stood still, Zhou Jiuzhang said to Yu Sheng that the woman had already interrupted to introduce herself.
She looked down at Yu Sheng, "Yes, although he is not very black, he is not white either. If he is taller, he will definitely be a good man."
What standard is this? Yu Shengxin said, looking up at her, "Sister Feng, what a man."
"Haha." Zhou Jiufeng patted him on the shoulder, "That's well said."
She pulled out a young man behind her.
The young man was as skinny as a stick and could not be seen behind Zhou Jiufeng.
He is about the same age as Yu Sheng, about fifteen or sixteen, and is shorter than Yu Sheng. His face is pale, his forehead is sweaty, and he looks at people with a cowardly look.
"Yu Sheng." Yu Sheng reached out to him, but Zhou Jiuzhang slapped it away, "Huan Ring."
"Oh," Yu Sheng finally remembered, "Sorry, I forgot."
"This is my brother, Zhou Dafu." Zhou Jiufeng said boldly.
This is obviously the boss's name, isn't it?
Seeing Yu Sheng's expression, Zhou Jiuzhang said: "My brother has been frail and sick since he was a child. The Taoist priest could give him a name to calm him down, so he called him Zhou Dafu."
Yu Sheng nodded, "What a good name." It's just a bit familiar.
Zhou Jiufeng took a step back and grabbed a young man who was three steps away from her.
This young man's appearance was not too different from Chu Ci's. He originally wanted to run to Chu Ci's side quietly, but he still did not escape the bad luck.
"His name is..." Zhou Jiufeng stopped mid-sentence and burst into laughter.
Yu Sheng looked at Zhou Jiufeng inexplicably and cleverly.
Zhou Jiufeng smiled and bent over. Seeing that Yu Sheng was not smiling, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't you think it's funny?"
Sister, you have to tell me his name so that I can laugh, right?
The young master had no choice but to straighten his collar and said to Yu Sheng, "I am Chu Sheng."
"Haha~" Without waiting for Yu Sheng's politeness, Zhou Jiufeng laughed again, so loud that Maomao even took a step outside.
It nudged the back of the person next to it, signaling him to make more room for it.
This man is a bitch, and he is helping people arrange business.
After being disturbed, he turned around impatiently and saw that it was a donkey. He was about to curse when Maomao sprayed saliva on his face.
In the huge city of Yangzhou, there is no other house that is so scornful.
"It turns out to be Maomao." Yaren wiped his face, smiled and pulled the two businessmen aside.