Xiao Ci dragged her away without stopping, let alone buying a portion to satisfy her craving.
Song Qinghuan didn't bring her purse when she went out. Because of her age, Xiao Ci said she was heavy, so she kept silent.
After walking for a while, I saw that the road had no end, so I muttered: "Didn't you say eating pot?"
Xiao Ci smiled: "If there is anything delicious in the pot, I will take you to eat barbecue."
After passing through the lively night market, we turned into a relatively quiet alley and saw a shop with lights on in the distance. On the hanging banner, it read "Niu Kee Barbecue".
Song Qinghuan looked funny and asked, "This one?"
Xiao Ci responded, and then she smiled and said, "Roast beef or roast lamb?"
Xiao Ci also laughed, but he didn't respond to her.
This shop looks quiet, but there are quite a few people inside.
Three or five big men sat on a table with a stove, a pot of wine, and a pot of marinated meat. They ate and grilled it themselves. If they got tired of it, they would wrap it with vegetarian dishes and eat it together.
Song Qinghuan followed Xiao Cicai and stood inside. There was a sudden silence in the shop, and the men who had just gathered around to punch, drink and eat meat all stood up.
Song Qinghuan was startled by this scene and looked at Xiao Ci subconsciously.
Xiao Ci looked as usual, with a slight smile on his face, and then pulled Song Qinghuan to lift the curtain and go to the backyard.
Two oil lamps were lit in the backyard, and a woman with gray hair was washing dishes in an apron. Not far from her was a teenage boy standing on a low stool, reaching for the chopping board to cut meat.
Seeing the two people coming in, the boy turned his head and shouted: "Uncle Xiao."
Then he turned around and started cutting the meat seriously.
On the contrary, the woman stood up with a smile and called out: "Master Xiao is here."
After saying that, he looked at Song Qinghuan and smiled at her: "I think this is Mr. Xiao's future wife. She is so good-looking. You can tell she is a kind-hearted person at a glance."
Song Qinghuan blushed a little when she was told that, and nodded to the old woman: "Thank you for the compliment."
Xiao Ci glanced sideways at Song Qinghuan, tightened her hand, and said to the old woman, "Aunt Xu, let's have barbecue."
Aunt Xu responded repeatedly: "Okay, okay..."
As he spoke, he moved forward to move tables, chairs and benches.
When the old woman started walking, Song Qinghuan discovered that her legs and feet were inconvenient. The knee of her left leg was slightly bent, as if she had a swollen bump.
Although this old woman walks with a limp, her left leg can move. If she stands straight, her legs will be the same length. It is probably not caused by a fracture or a short leg.
The weather has been bad recently, and the continuous spring rain has been frightening. According to Song Qinghuan's judgment, it should be a common problem among most elderly people.
Rheumatism.
Xiao Ci was obviously familiar with Aunt Xu, so he moved the dusty chair and bench in the corner to the eaves without her having to do anything, wiped it with a rag, and then called Song Qinghuan.
sit down.
On the other hand, he lifted up his robe and squatted aside to help Aunt Xu wash the dishes.
The boy standing not far away turned his head several times, glanced at Xiao Ci, and began to cut meat faster and faster.
Song Qinghuan's eyes moved wildly as he looked around the small courtyard. Then he remembered that the small shop outside was also very small and seemed to be connected from the courtyard.
At this moment, seeing that Xiao Ci didn't have any airs about being a prince, and was cleaning the table and helping to wash the dishes, he became more and more curious about who the owner of the yard was.
Xiao Ci washed the bowls, poured them with clean water, and put the dried water on the shelf beside them one by one. Then he fetched the stove familiarly, put on the charcoal fire, and served it to the table.
Aunt Xu came back from a trip outside and saw that Xiao Ci had done all the things she was supposed to do. She couldn't help but sweat from the anxiety.
"Mr. Xiao, I'll do all these things for you, old lady. You hurry up and sit with this girl."
He added: "Don't call it a joke."
"What's so funny? It's rare that I have the opportunity to serve her."
Xiao Ci was filling the meat slices in a bowl, pouring in the seasonings on the table one by one, stirring them, and then setting them aside.
After finishing mixing the meat slices cut by the boy on the table, he took a bowl of delicious meat and brought it to the table.
"This feeling is good, this feeling is good."
Aunt Xu smiled, put the washed vegetables into the dustpan, and brought them over. Her eyebrows were curved and she was very kind.
After finishing his work, Xiao Ci took another jar of wine and sat next to Song Qinghuan.
Seeing that she didn't move, he pretended that she didn't know how to do it. He put the marinated meat slices on the stove to grill and poured two glasses of wine.
The meat is thinly sliced, marinated and flavorful, and it's cooked through in just a few moments.
Xiao Ci put the roasted meat slices into Song Qinghuan's bowl, garnished it with a sip of wine, and then said: "Eat it, why are you so polite?"
Song Qinghuan had already smelled the aroma of barbecue, and with a sigh of relief, he picked up the bamboo chopsticks and took a piece of it into his mouth.
It was freshly baked, hot and spicy. Song Qinghuan put it into his mouth, took two casual bites, and swallowed it whole.
He took the wine cup and drank the wine in one gulp.
It was not a good wine. It tasted astringent and spicy in the mouth, making her cough repeatedly.
Xiao Ci didn't feel any distress at all, he laughed happily, got up and poured a bowl of water for her, and then said: "I thought you could eat spicy food, but I didn't expect it to be like this."
Song Qinghuan drank the whole bowl of water, glared at Xiao Ci and said nothing.
Xiao Ci reached out and took out a vegetable leaf, roasted it on the stove until it was almost ripe, then wrapped the roasted human meat slices in it and brought it to Song Qinghuan's mouth.
"Try it, it's not spicy."
Song Qinghuan was not a hypocritical person. When she and her master were living apart from each other, let alone meat, even vegetables and leaves might not be available every day.
Then he opened his mouth, took it in his mouth and bit it.
Only then can the taste of meat slices come out.
He said vaguely: "It's pork."
When I saw "Niu Kee Barbeque" written outside, I thought it was roast beef.
But then I thought about it and realized how stupid I was.
This small barbecue shop looks like it is not owned by a wealthy family.
Cattle belong to the labor force of farmers. It is illegal to kill cattle casually. Unless the cattle are too old to move or have had an accident, they are allowed to be killed.
Even if there is beef trading, ordinary people cannot buy it. Not only is it unavailable, but it is also expensive.
Song Qinghuan ate a few pieces in a row, and then he felt that it was not so spicy anymore, and the more he ate, the more delicious it became.
Seeing Xiao Ci drinking again, he followed suit and took a few sips. Gradually, he no longer felt the astringency of the wine.
Song Qinghuan's mouth was full of meat, she poked Xiao Ci's arm and asked in a low voice: "Who are you, Aunt Xu, and that little boy?"
Xiao Ci filled the wine cup and was not surprised when he heard this. He opened his mouth and said, "It's not me."
He turned his eyes sideways and looked at Song Qinghuan, and was silent for a moment before answering her: "Twelve men in the Niu family died on the battlefield, and only Aunt Xu and the infant Maverick were left.
