"Ride your uncle, ride your uncle." Yu Sheng kicked him away.
He turned back and shouted to the black girl named Mo and his wife, "Dugu Heiniu, come down and purify your coconut cake thoughts. You don't know what to think about all day long."
"Spring has arrived, so this is understandable." Fu Nan said quietly beside him.
He held his chin in his hand, looked forward, pretending to be affectionate, and deliberately lowered his voice when speaking.
Yu Sheng looked at him in confusion, "What kind of monster are you doing?"
Fu Nan glanced at Yu Sheng casually and continued to look ahead, "This is the elegance of a man. You, a little boy, don't understand it."
Then he turned around and whispered, "I heard that this can attract girls." After that, he changed back to his original posture and smiled at a girl in the town in front of him.
"Uncle Yaya, come with me to work in the back, or your position in Jinyiwei will be removed." Yu Sheng pushed him into the kitchen.
As for the black girl, she didn't pay any attention to Ye Gao.
However, the man named Mo who was drinking raised his head and said, "Dugu Heiniu? Who is she? Such a domineering name."
Hei Niu, who looked at Qian Long eagerly, cupped her hands and said, "I am a Hei Niu if I have the vision. What do you call me a hero?"
Since there is no shortage of money, it would be easy to swindle money. This was the idea that Black Girl had in mind.
The man surnamed Mo held up his wine glass and said, "Don't ask."
"Don't ask?"
"Yes, don't ask." The man nodded, thinking that the black girl understood, but he didn't know that the black girl was completely confused.
"Is there anything I can't ask? Is your name ugly? Don't worry, we have rich men and fishy ones here, so don't be afraid of it no matter how ugly it sounds." Black Girl said.
These words made everyone raise their eyebrows. If it sounds unpleasant, the name Dugu Heiniu should not be used in the inn.
"No, don't ask." The man surnamed Mo said to the black girl seriously.
"If you don't ask, don't ask." The black girl was a little annoyed. She treated him sincerely, but this man kept silent. He was really not a man.
"No, my name is Bu Wen, no, Mo Wen." The man had no choice but to explain his name to others every time.
"Oh, oh." The black girl suddenly realized and said with a smile: "Then your old man is humorous enough to give you such a name."
Don't be depressed, why is this name so humorous?
Over there, Ye Zigao, who was counting how many glasses of wine Mo Wen had drank, heard something different. He walked up to the front and pushed the black girl away, "Go, don't make a bad decision."
If a black girl can chat awkwardly with someone like that, as long as the person is not tall, it's definitely for money.
"You can't make money, why don't you let me cheat you." Hei Niu pushed Ye Zigao away and was about to continue looking for a topic to talk about when she saw Fu Nan brought out the porridge and soup dumplings.
Bahuang Liuhe Weizunzun porridge and soup dumplings are ready-made, which is enough for this family who is not short of money to satisfy their greed first.
Since someone else paid a big price, he couldn't be careless for the rest of his life. He put on his apron and was already busy in the stove.
Mrs. Mo Wen, who was full of expectations, was a little disappointed after Fu Nan put down the porridge: "Is this the only porridge in Bahuang Liuhe?"
The name sounded so domineering, I thought it was some delicacy from the mountains and seas, but it turned out to be a bowl of porridge with various grains.
"Don't underestimate this porridge." This porridge not only has spiritual power, but is also so delicious that the people of Yangzhou will never forget it. "You will know how wonderful it is after you take one sip."
Mrs. Mo Wen was hesitant and hesitated to act. She focused on the little fat man. His son was impatient and had a bad mouth. He could try the food.
The little fat man didn't know that his mother had this idea in mind, so he took a big mouthful of porridge and said "ah".
"What, it doesn't taste good?" Mrs. Mo Wen looked at the little fat man.
The little fat man didn't answer. He drank the porridge from the bowl and reached out to pick up the bowl of porridge in front of the lady.
"Pa", the lady opened his hand, "Was the beating just now in vain?"
The little fat man shrank back and took his hand back. The mixed doubles match just now left a big shadow on the little fat man.
But it wasn't like there was nothing else. He saw Mo Wen tasting wine and his mother elegantly tasting porridge, so he set his mind on the soup dumplings.
Mrs. Mo didn't see the little fat man's movements, and took a sip of porridge gracefully. The expression in her eyes changed, and she looked at the bowl of porridge very unexpectedly.
Although the ingredients inside were nothing unusual, the taste was unusual, and it was comparable to the soup made by the magic chef Yi Yazi they tasted in Gusu City.
However, Yi Yazi's soup contains many delicacies from the mountains and seas, and the porridge and wine made from some grains in this inn are comparable to his. It must be said that the cook can also be called the "magic chef".
Unexpectedly, there was such a talented chef hiding in a small country shop. Mrs. Mo put down her spoon and was about to ask who the chef was when she heard the little fat man say "ah".
"What's wrong?" The couple looked at the little fat man at the same time and asked with concern.
The little fat man whose mouth was burned by the soup in the soup dumpling was about to tell the truth when he suddenly rolled his eyes and said with a disgusted look on his face: "It's too, too unpalatable."
"It tastes so bad?" Mrs. Mo didn't believe it.
She just thought that there was a magic chef hidden in this inn, and the soup dumplings looked very exquisite to her, shaped like chrysanthemums, as if they were carved out of a mold.
Although I don't know how it tastes, looking at the appearance, I think it tastes pretty good.
"No, no, it's up to me to deal with such unpalatable food." The little fat man stopped him hastily.
"You kid, are you so kind?" Mo Wen didn't believe that the kid who grabbed everything would suddenly become nicer, and he instantly picked up a soup dumpling with the chopsticks in his hand.
He put the soup dumpling into his mouth and bit it, "Hmm", making a painful sound as he was being burned.
"What's wrong?"
Looking at Mrs. Mo's questioning look, Mo Wen glared at the little fat man and moved the buns towards him, "It's indeed quite unpalatable, I'll handle it."
"Let me do it, who made me your son?" the little fat man said with dignity.
"It's better for me to do it. I am your son...I am here." Mo Wen was determined not to let go.
"What's there to grab here? If it doesn't taste good, throw it away." Seeing them snatching it endlessly, Mrs. Mo grabbed the cage and wanted to throw it away.
"Don't!" Mo Wen and his son shouted, which did not scare Mrs. Mo, but frightened the dog who had just entered the door.
The dog, with its tongue hanging out and panting heavily, shrank back and turned around to run away, but then realized that this was its own territory.
It barked "bark woof" twice at Mo Wen and the three men in dissatisfaction, and walked into the inn with square steps. When it was tired from playing outside, it came back to replenish water.
"Hey, this dog is really ugly." Mo Wen and the little fat man said in unison.
Gouzi ignored them. Now Gouzi has become calm. The people who said it was ugly were all blind people who did not know how to appreciate its soul.
"Hey, this dog is quite proud." Mo Wen said and turned around to see Mrs. Mo taking a small bite of the soup dumpling.
The soup, with the fresh aroma of the soup dumplings, instantly filled the entire mouth. The unexpected surprise made Mrs. Mo tremble, and then her heart was filled with anger.
"This is what you call unpalatable!" Mrs. Mo slapped her chopsticks and glared at Mo Wen and his son.
"Well, we are afraid that you will get burned." Mo Wen apologized and whispered with a smile.
"Really?" Mrs. Mo pulled the basket of soup dumplings towards her, "I was also afraid that you would get burned, so I took care of it all."
"Ah." Mo Wen and his son, who had suffered the consequences of their own actions, let out a sad sound.
The dog finished drinking water and looked up at them. Just as he was about to go out, he suddenly heard familiar footsteps in the kitchen. The dog's whole body trembled, and he ran towards the kitchen with a bump on his back.