One hundred and twentieth eight chapters with food
When the water boiled, the man put the flat food into the pot and it soon became fragrant.
A small table and a low stool, everything looked very simple, but the man's smile was the most sincere.
Song Chengxuan raised his eyes and said, "Why don't you go to a more prosperous place?"
The man leaned against the car, seemingly casually, but his eyes were watching the heat of the flatbread in the pot: "There are several stalls selling flatbread on the East Street over there, and there are also these restaurants in the wine shop. I just make a profit there, and these alleys
There are also a lot of people, and I have been here for a long time and some people are interested in looking for me. Even though I am a paralytic, I have a certain reputation in the neighborhood."
The man babbled, and when he said this, he raised his head proudly: "The taste of my flat food is the first in Beijing. Many chefs from restaurants come to my place to taste it, but no matter how they steal it, they can't
What I cook is delicious.”
While I was talking, the food was already cooked.
"Try it, I'm sure you'll want it next time," the man said, picking up the hot flat food and bringing it to Song Chengxuan, "Here you go."
The hot flat food is really fragrant.
Song Chengxuan was about to eat.
"I told you, it turns out to be here."
A familiar voice came.
Song Chengxuan raised his head and looked over, only to see Xu Qing'an walking over in a swaggering manner, with an expression on his face as if he had achieved the twelfth rank of military merit, and said arrogantly: "I said there is a fragrance wafting out, I can't be wrong."
Behind Xu Qingan is Marquis Anyi.
The three people looked at each other and were all surprised. Xu Qing'an said: "Master Song also came to eat Bianshi... What a coincidence."
This coincidence is really bad.
Seeing that the three people knew each other, the man selling flat food warmly invited An Yihou and Xu Qing'an to sit down at the same table.
The big pot started boiling again, smoking several grown men with steam.
The man was cooking the food with a smile on his face, and would cast glances from time to time, but stopped talking, and thoughtfully spent his time chatting with three acquaintances.
"My father loves this bowl of flat food, and he was looking for this stall just now." Xu Qing'an, with his father Yan on one side and Song Chengxuan with a frosty face on the other, looked like he had thorns under his buttocks. The two of them didn't speak, and he naturally
He had to ask, "Sir Song, do you know this stall too?"
Song Chengxuan was silent for a long time before he said calmly: "We met by chance."
Song Chengxuan was sitting here like a piece of ice, and even the steaming steam in the bowl couldn't warm him. Xu Qing'an couldn't help but feel speechless.
Fortunately, at this time, the man brought two bowls of flat food. Xu Qingan looked at the white flat food and waved to him with a clear face. He didn't care about anything else. He wanted to sacrifice to his five internal organs temple first.
He sucked in half a spoonful of the soup in one gulp, and in the blink of an eye he swallowed a whole piece of soup. Xu Qingan was so burned that he opened his mouth and breathed hot air into the air, like a big carp swallowing bait with its mouth wide open.
An Yihou couldn't help but feel that his face was getting hot, and he would make an earth-shattering noise while eating. On the other hand, Song Chengxuan sat there quietly, with his own rules, as if nothing could affect him.
For some reason, An Yihou thought of King Wei. In this dynasty, succession to the throne has always been passed down through direct lineage. Emperor Zhongzong had already established the late emperor as the crown prince. However, as his youngest son, King Wei, grew up, Emperor Zhongzong discovered that there were many heirs.
Among them, King Wei stood out the most. King Wei was not only smart but also had a correct mind. His behavior was somewhat similar to that of Emperor Gaozong. Zhongzong increasingly had high hopes for King Wei and even revealed his intention to establish a new crown prince, causing turmoil in the court.
, King Wei therefore asked for a fiefdom to leave the capital, which made Emperor Zhongzong completely give up such an idea, which could be regarded as preserving the brotherhood between the late emperor and King Wei.
After the late emperor succeeded to the throne, King Wei carefully adhered to his duties. Although he later returned to Beijing to live in the palace, he rarely interacted with the courtiers. As time passed, King Wei also thought that the throne would bring him
The crisis gradually faded away, but I didn't expect... or...
An Yihou's heart sank when he thought of this. He came here to eat some flat food and found an excuse to see the palace.
Song Chengxuan did not expect to eat at the same table with Marquis Anyi, and outside his dilapidated home. He stayed here just to see if Marquis Anyi could eat safely in such a bloody place.
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Song Chengxuan looked over and saw a hint of sadness in An Yihou's eyes. Song Chengxuan couldn't help but frown. Was this the sadness of the rabbit's death or the guilt left in his heart? No matter what it was, there was no need to be pretentious. When his father didn't want to show up, An Yihou
He visited the house many times to invite him, and in the blink of an eye, the Wei Palace paid hundreds of lives, but it was An Yihou who came to kill him.
Based on this alone, any expression of emotion by this person made him feel ridiculous.
Song Chengxuan put down the bowl. The food tasted really good just now, but now he had no intention of touching it.
After putting down the money, Song Chengxuan turned around and was about to leave. The man selling flat food suddenly shouted and stumbled into the stall. He saw that a pot of hot water was about to be poured down. Fortunately, someone stretched out his hand to stabilize the pot again.
The man breathed a sigh of relief and raised his head to see the cold-faced guest.
Just now, a wild cat came from nowhere and circled the man's feet to beg for food. The man had no idea and fell down.
"Thank you, thank you so much," the man said, "if it hadn't been for your help, I would have suffered a lot."
"Be careful!" Song Chengxuan said calmly.
Before the man could speak again, Song Chengxuan turned around and walked away, disappearing from everyone's eyes in the blink of an eye.
Xu Qing'an said: "Father, don't argue with him. This guy has always been like this." Not only did he not say hello to them when he left, he seemed unwilling to look at them again.
But the man said: "I think the guest officer is a cold-faced and warm-hearted person, otherwise why would he come to rescue me? I didn't even see how he got in front of me."
An Yihou thought for a moment and said, "Has he always been here just now?"
"No," the man said with a smile, "I saw him standing here when I was walking along, so I asked him if he wanted a bowl of flat food."
The man said, pointing to the dilapidated Wei Prince's Mansion: "You must be wondering why this courtyard is deserted!"
There was an elm tree in the courtyard of Prince Wei's Mansion. Now that a section of the courtyard wall has collapsed, the elm tree is exposed, as if it is no longer part of the courtyard.
Song Chengxuan stood under the tree and looked into the yard.
After An Yihou and Xu Qing'an finished eating, the man also packed up his things and pushed the wheelbarrow forward again. An Yihou walked under the elm tree, and a gust of wind blew through the leaves, rustling, and the old tree stood quietly.
There, it seems like you can see all kinds of things in the world.
There was a small tree hole in the elm tree. Marquis Anyi reached in and pulled out a few round stones. He still remembered that the child liked to hide the stones here when he was practicing throwing.
Despite the disaster, some things were preserved after all.
He has come here often in the past few years and often takes out the stone to look at it. For some reason, he always feels that there is still a trace of warmth on the cold stone.
One, two, three………………Nine
An Yihou was counting as usual. Suddenly, one stone was missing. He couldn't help but froze. Who had taken it away?
