A restaurant specializing in Yunnan cuisine in Qingpingfang,
"Life also has a destiny. How can we walk and sigh and sit still in sorrow?"
Mr. Wei drank too much again, twirling the broken clay wine glass he brought from Guobei County in his hand, muttering poetry in his mouth, and looking at the candlestick on the table with hazy eyes.
He used to teach and was selected as a scholar, but he didn't know why he didn't continue to take the imperial examination, and he didn't know why he went to that remote small county and became a teacher.
As a down-and-out literati, you will get sour gas after drinking too much alcohol.
Three dishes and a soup were ordered on the table.
Yundian is located in the southwest of Daliang, about a thousand miles away from here. In summer, the rainy season is frequent. The most delicious delicacy in the mountains of Yundian at this time is this fungus.
Also called mushrooms.
I don’t know how the boss here preserves the fungi from thousands of miles away, but they are always kept fresh when they are transported to Shangqiu City.
Porcini mushrooms stir-fried with dried chili pepper and meat oil.
Stir-fried dried mushrooms from ham slices.
Steamed tofu in a wok and sprinkled with spices.
There is also a pot of hen and gastrodia stewing into a thick, milky-yellow soup.
By the way, there is also a plate of salted peanuts.
I ordered a pot and took a sip of my favorite cheap spirit, using a chipped clay cup I brought from home.
After eating a few bites of food, drinking a sip of wine, and reciting a few poems to express his inner sadness, Mr. Wei drank more and more wine.
Seeing Mr. Wei eating deliciously, Wang Huo Chong beside him could not feel the joy of delicious food.
He never expected that the boss who hired him as a handlebar would be so bold this time.
He had just traveled less than a few hundred miles when he encountered this kind of trouble. He was just a cart puller, and if something like this happened to him, he would be doomed.
Glancing at Mr. Wei who was still drinking next to him and whose figure had begun to sway with the candles in the candlestick, Wang Huo Chong took out the pipe from his waist in depression, moved closer to the flames in the candlestick on the table, and clicked
, sucked it up loudly.
Hammer, why are you so unlucky?
pinch.
There happened to be several inns next to Fenxiang Xilou, which sells Yunnan cuisine. The two of them found the nearest one, called Junle Inn.
Around midnight, the two of them left their luggage at the inn, tied up the carriage, took the keys to the door, and asked the innkeeper to check their luggage before coming to the restaurant for dinner.
Chirp! Chirp!
A fat pigeon with a red body and bright tail feathers was struggling to get its head out of a bowl that stood up on its side.
Today, when he checked into a room at the inn and was unloading his luggage from the carriage, Wang Huo Chong discovered that a fat pigeon as big as a palm was sleeping among the dishes and chopsticks that a few people had not cleared away after a picnic a few days ago.
There were a few grains of rice left in the small crucible where several people were cooking and in the bowls that several people had used.
At this time, the rice in the pot was stubbornly stuck to the bowl and had disappeared. Looking at the fat bird with smooth fur, Wang Huo Chong understood.
It turns out that cherishing food starts with birds.
Being held by King Fire Insect in his hand, the fat bird didn't panic at all. He just struggled a few times, fluffed his feathers, and then lay down.
Mr. Wei saw the fat pigeon and after listening to Wang Huo Chong's words, he looked at it twice more and stopped caring about it.
No one can connect this silly, fat bird with the Chongming bird that fights mythical beasts and tears tigers and leopards alive.
When the two of them came to eat just now, they simply took the bird with them, picked some vegetables from various plates, asked for a bowl of rice from the store, and then threw it aside.
"You guys are so angry here, what are you going to do?" Wang Huo Chong crossed his hands on the table, leaned sideways, and asked in a low voice.
Mr. Wei, who was swaying from his drink, heard the words of the people around him and slowly turned around, "Oh! That's right... they haven't come back yet."
Rubbing his temples and pondering for a while, Mr. Wei continued leisurely, "Go... put this "roll" at the door."
"Singing loudly and wildly after drinking, don't think about things in front of the door..." After saying this, Mr. Wei stood up unsteadily, lifted up the red note on the table, which read "Get out of here"
"The wine jar was lifted up and shook slightly.
Wang Huochong hurriedly put down the pipe in his hand and put his hand behind Mr. Wei. He was worried that the man would slip under the table.
The last bit of wine in the wine jar was poured into the cracked clay cup. Mr. Wei did not put the wine jar down until the last drop was gone.
"I drank so much, but my hands didn't shake." I looked at the wine glass that was filled to the brim after pouring, without any spillage.
Wang Huochong muttered and stood up, picked up the wine jar on the table and walked out of the door, bypassing the guests coming in and out, walked to the side of the steps outside the restaurant, inadvertently put the wine jar on the ground, and then
He walked slowly back to the dining table.
One was drinking, one was smoking, and the other was chirping.
The candlelight on the table was swaying, the shop was bustling with people, and the food and wine were fragrant.
The same is true inside Qingpingfang outside the door, with bright lights, bustling people and busy traffic.
"Quick, quick, quick! Autumn Equinox! It must be here. I have been dancing on the eaves here for almost an hour. I am almost starving to death."
Mixed in the crowd, this voice seemed so small.
"Hey, that wine jar, "get out of there"? It seems like it's here!"
On the ridges of the stacked roofs of Qingpingfang, two figures kept jumping up, and then stopped on the roof of Junle Inn.
Han Qiufen and the scholar saw the wine jar placed at the door of the restaurant, and quickly went around to the deserted alley behind the inn, and jumped down from the height.
After a while, a man wearing a navy blue straight skirt, with two thick machete-like eyebrows, and a smiling face walked out of an unnamed alley in the busy street.
Following closely behind him was a handsome young man wearing a dark red robe.
The two quickly walked into the Xilou with a wine jar at the door.
Kick, kick, kick!
The scholar walking in front suddenly turned around and ran towards the street. Han Qiufen looked at him doubtfully, but unconsciously clenched his fists.
"Wine jar!"
He ran out and picked up the wine jar lying on the ground. The scholar ran back again, holding the edge, and waved it in front of the autumnal equinox.