Dong Ying was stunned for a moment and said: "My family often eats corn pancakes."
"My father-in-law should have a habit of soaking hard corn cakes in water, right?"
"Exactly." Dong Ying looked serious.
Li Qingxian said: "I just calculated my fortune and found that the corn pancakes you ate were stained with mold. In addition, your father's negligence last night allowed half of the corn pancakes to soak overnight. I couldn't bear to throw them away, so I ate them today."
Dong Ying's expression changed drastically and she said: "Before I went out this morning, my mother said that her stomach was a little uncomfortable."
"That's it. If nothing else, I'm afraid your daughter has vomiting and diarrhea and is looking for a doctor. You go quickly and use your true energy to cooperate with the doctor's treatment, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous." Li Qingxian said.
Dong Ying ran away, guarding the sword with her left hand. As she ran, she turned back and said, "If you can save my mother, you will be my great benefactor, Dong Ying. I owe you my life. If you lied to me, go to the dock!"
"Go to Ningshengtang." Li Qingxian shouted.
Dong Ying ran in a muffled voice.
"Qingxian, what's wrong?" Zheng Hui came over with someone.
Li Qingxian said: "Nothing."
"What's going on?" Yu Ping asked.
"We'll find out in the evening." Li Qingxian smiled.
"Mysterious, let's go and eat the mutton soup!" Yu Ping turned around and left.
Zheng Hui and Han Anbo looked at Li Qingxian curiously, but when they saw that Li Qingxian didn't say anything, they gave up.
Li Qingxian was thinking as he walked.
It seems that I tried my best not to use the Qi Watching Technique before I entered a high-level one, especially if it was a high-level one. I would be dizzy after using it once, and I would probably pass out after using it twice.
The qi-watching technique is indeed powerful, but what does that dead tree mean?
It seems to be related to fortune-telling. I seem to have learned it, but unfortunately the important memory is still vague.
After walking for a while, Yu Ping sniffed hard.
"arrive!"
The three of them followed the sound and saw Yu Ping walking in front, as if he had lost his soul, taking three steps at a time and then two steps at a time, turning into the alley that was about ten feet wide.
The three of them looked at each other, smiled, and walked in.
The mottled brick walls on both sides are covered with green moss, and the broken light gray stone road extends to Xile Street.
Outside the entrance of the alley, people were coming and going, and many voices merged into a buzzing sound, which became louder and louder.
The aroma flowing in the air is getting more and more intense.
After bypassing the dirty puddle, the three people walked out of the alley.
The various scenes in the market and the smell of fireworks swarmed up and enveloped the people.
Yu Ping quickened his pace again, and the three of them walked leisurely on the bumpy dirt road.
It's stinging... When the fried cake is put into the pan, it stirs up light smoke, and it smells greasy and fragrant when it gets into your nose.
Gurgling...under the billowing steam, the sauce-red meat undulated.
"Let's start the pot..." The lid of the pot was lifted, and the thick white mist dissipated, revealing the yellow steamed buns.
Li Qingxian looked at everything familiar, listened to the noisy sounds, and felt the joy of surviving the disaster.
In the peripheral vision, a fat and white man was waving vigorously.
Li Qingxian looked around and saw Yu Ping making fierce moves with his left hand, pointing at the lowered tables and chairs with his right hand, baring his teeth and glaring, shouting loudly.
"Hurry up, I've got a seat..."
The three of them quickened their pace.
The greasy white vertical striped cover trembled in the wind, and the dirty word "Zhang Ji" was clearly visible.
Six tables and benches were placed outside the shop, and a gold-lettered and black-backed plaque with Zhang Ji hung on the door of the shop.
Li Qingxian looked around and saw that the store was actually full of people, and there were even two tables sitting outside the store.
"Master Zheng is here! Sit down quickly, haggis or mutton?" Lao Zhang, who was so busy that his feet did not touch the floor, came over and looked at Zheng Hui enthusiastically, while taking off the towel from his shoulders and wiping the table that was splashed with soup.
People nearby looked over and saw Jin Yi with a sword. Some of them shrank their necks, some swallowed, and some continued to eat with expressionless faces.
Zheng Hui waved his hand and said: "We are all friends, you are welcome. You are busy with your business, don't worry about me. Just four bowls of mutton soup, three hard white bread buns, and two cut into cubes."
Han Anbo interjected: "Give me four glasses of water to rinse your mouth after meals."
"Okay!" Lao Zhang said and turned to leave.
Zheng Hui's face glowed brightly and he said: "Lao Zhang is a very benevolent person. I just helped him drive away a few bastards. After so many years, I still remember him. He was so enthusiastic every time that I didn't come here often."
"Captain Zheng is not related to Lao Zhang, but he is willing to help. Captain Zheng is more benevolent and righteous." Han Anbo said.
"Where is it..." Zheng Hui said politely, but smiled from ear to ear.
Yu Ping curled his lips and said: "Captain Zheng, I have occupied a seat for you, why don't you reward me with a bowl of mutton soup? Every time you come, you only ask for mutton soup. Do you still need the face of a tenth-level expert?"
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"Lao Zhang's mutton soup is the best." Zheng Hui didn't bother to look at Yu Ping and got up to get chili oil and pepper from another table.
Li Qingxian glanced at the price posted on the wall, which was five cents for mutton soup and fifteen cents for mutton soup.
Team deputy Han Anbo came over with a clay plate. Li Qingxian stood up suddenly and hurriedly took it and said, "Thank you, Team Han."
"It's okay, it's okay, whoever takes it doesn't take it." Han Anbo smiled and distributed the food plates.
Li Qingxian then distributed bamboo chopsticks and wooden spoons.
"You didn't order my white flour buns again!" Yu Ping sighed.
Zheng Hui pushed the chili oil and pepper and said: "Who told you to be so picky? You have to say that white flour steamed buns should be eaten with mutton soup. It doesn't taste good with haggis!"
"That's right! Everyone talks about mutton steamed buns. Who has ever heard of haggis steamed buns? Give me a salted duck egg." Yu Ping looked at Zheng Hui longingly.
"It's a beautiful thought."
"Just one!" Yu Ping looked away from the salted duck eggs piled on the chaff and looked at Zheng Hui pitifully, "Brother, just one is not enough? I haven't eaten it for more than half a year. I promise, today's salty duck eggs will
Duck eggs are so good, you can spray oil all over your face if you break them open."
"The salted duck egg dog food on the fifteenth day of last month?" Zheng Hui glanced sideways at Yu Ping.
"Woof woof!" Yu Ping looked calm.
Li Qingxian laughed.
Zheng Hui laughed angrily and said, "If you were my son, I would beat you three times a day! Wait until you lose weight before eating."
Yu Ping sighed.
Zheng Hui suddenly glanced at Li Qingxian, then looked at the small piles of salted duck eggs, turned to Ping and said: "Go pick four salted duck eggs, and you'll pay if you don't spit them out!"
"Brother Zheng is benevolent and righteous!" Yu Ping was overjoyed. He cupped his fists and ran over to carefully pick out the salted duck eggs, carefully brought them back and distributed them to the three of them.
"Guaranteed to be sizzling and oily!"
"Four bowls of mutton soup, three white flour buns, cut two into whole pieces, here they go..."
Four people were gently cracking eggshells. Lao Zhang, who was about sixty years old, came over with a middle-aged man with a similar look to him, carrying a tray, and carefully took down the haggis soup and the white-flour buns in the bowl.
"Thank you." Li Qingxian said, gently pushing the mutton soup in front of him, and hurriedly stopped and walked away from the hot bowl.
In a thick white porcelain bowl, the soup is milky white, with slices of haggis cut into pieces such as lungs, liver, heart, and tripe emerging from the top. There are bits of chopped green onion falling on the hill-like haggis pile, and the heat is rising.
Inhale gently, the fragrant aroma is mixed with extremely subtle odor and odor. Inhale again, the aroma of green onion disperses the odor, and the aroma of meat is strong.
This haggis is really filling.
Li Qingxian glanced at the haggis soup served by the customers on other tables. None of them was as thick as the four bowls of meat here.
"Master Zheng, you eat." The father and son stood aside.
"You are busy with your business, don't worry about us." Zheng Hui waved his hand.
"Okay, you can eat and say anything you want." Lao Zhang said and left.
Zheng Hui grasped the white flour bun with his left hand, and pinched the edge of the white flour bun with the index finger and thumb of his right hand. He pinched and pulled off the small pieces as big as his thumb and threw them into the haggis soup, one by one, smoothly and smoothly.
Han Anbo poured half a bowl of diced white flour buns into the haggis soup, put half a bowl of white flour buns aside, lowered his head and started eating.
"A waste of natural resources..."
Yu Ping murmured in a low voice, first poured some white pepper powder, then scooped a spoonful of chili pepper into the bowl, lowered his head and took a deep breath, and while stirring with chopsticks, he said: "Brother Han, the haggis soup should be mixed with pepper and
The spicy food is used to remove the flavor and enhance the aroma. If you eat it like this, you won't get anything out of it."
Han Anbo smiled and continued to eat the steamed buns in haggis soup without adding pepper or chili oil.
Li Qingxian followed the previous eating method, pouring the whole bowl of chopped white flour buns into the haggis soup, sprinkled with pepper, then scooped half a spoonful of chili oil, and prepared to add it to the haggis soup.
"You are recovering from your illness. Please wait a few days before eating spicy food." Han Anbo raised his head and said.
"Yes, don't eat spicy food these days, and use less pepper." Zheng Hui said.
"good."
Li Qingxian smiled and put back the chili oil, broke open the peeled salted duck eggs, and the oil was sizzling, making them shiny.
Take a bite of the egg yolk, it's soft and delicate, and full of salty aroma.
"The rich will eat well, the poor will eat poor, and steamed buns with haggis are also the way to eat them..." Zheng Hui babbled while skillfully breaking off the hard white-flour steamed buns.
The other three looked at each other and started eating faster.
After taking a few bites, Yu Ping suddenly looked around, then stood up, squeezed into the crowd and disappeared.
"Like a monkey, Qingxian, don't imitate him." Zheng Hui shook his head and continued to break the white flour buns.
Li Qingxian lowered his head and blew on the hot noodle soup, and took a careful sip. The pepper masked the miscellaneous smell, the meat was rich in flavor, and the haggis was cooked at just the right temperature. It should be tough and soft.
Seeing that the white-flour bun in Zheng Hui's hand was only half the size of a palm, Yu Ping came over with a drawer of steamer baskets.
"Rang, don't touch..." Yu Ping walked around the people blocking the way, sat on the bench, and put down the steamer and the soft cakes wrapped in paper.
Nine steaming siomai are lined up in the steamer.
The three people stopped and looked at Yu Ping.
"Look what I'm doing, eat your haggis steamed buns." Yu Ping slowly pulled the steamer toward him until it reached the edge of the table.
The three people said nothing and stared at him.
"I don't have steamed buns, so of course I won't be full."
The three of them remained silent.
Yu Ping gritted his teeth, sighed, and said: "One per person, no more!"
As he said that, he reluctantly picked up the chopsticks, guarded the steamer with one hand, and picked up a piece of Shaomai for each of the three people with the other hand.
Zheng Hui smacked his lips after finishing the meal: "Tsk, it's stuffed with beef and radish. It's a great supplement."
Yu Ping lowered his head.
Li Qingxian and Han Anbo were laughing and eating.
After finishing one Shaomai, Li Qingxian continued to eat haggis.
Yu Ping ate two shaomai in a row, then suddenly put another shaomai on Li Qingxian's plate. Under the surprised gazes of the three people, Yu Ping hesitated for a moment and put another one.
"No more." Yu Ping looked like he was worse off than dead, lowering his head and snoring as he drank the haggis soup.
Zheng Hui and Han Anbo looked at each other softly.
Li Qingxian looked at the shaomai in the morning light, which was as shiny as the orange. He smiled happily, picked up the shaomai, put it in his mouth, and chewed it.
After eating Shaomai, drink mutton soup.
Meat warms the stomach, soup warms the heart.
Yu Ping raised his head and looked at Zheng Hui: "Is there any oil coming out?"
Zheng Hui glanced helplessly at the eggshells on the edge of the bowl and said, "Fuck."
Yu Ping breathed a sigh of relief.
Han Anbo pushed the remaining half bowl of cubed white flour buns in front of the surface.
"Thank you!" Yu Ping smiled brightly, picked up the bowl and walked towards Lao Zhang, shouting as he walked, "Lao Zhang, add half a bowl of mutton soup, mutton soup, no mutton."
"okay!"
After a while, Yu Ping came back with mutton soup and happily ate steamed buns made with pure mutton soup.
"This is just right!"
After Han Anbo finished eating, he glanced around, his eyes briefly stopping on a few people wearing weapons.
The sun slowly rises, and there are more and more people on Xile Street.
After the four of us finished eating, our whole bodies were warm and beads of sweat appeared on our foreheads.
"Comfortable!" Zheng Hui chuckled and took out a handful of rusty copper coins from the cowhide bag, counted them, picked them out and paid. Lao Zhang pushed them a few times, but he accepted them after he couldn't push them anymore.
The four of them had not walked a few steps when a person behind them shouted: "Lao Zhang, add more mutton, don't be so stingy."
"Okay, Master Jun!"
Zheng Hui suddenly stopped, turned to look at the man who asked for mutton soup, and frowned.
Li Qingxian was suddenly curious as to why Zheng Hui, who was known for his good temper, suddenly looked unhappy.
Li Qingxian looked over, and saw that the man took off his saber, clasped it on the table, put one foot on the bench, and sat down with the golden sword.
He smiled and sprinkled pepper on the mutton soup. Under the heat, large pieces of mutton were piled firmly into hills.
Far more mutton and haggis than other tables.
Looking up and down, he found that the man had an ordinary appearance, looking like a military attaché uniform from the Military and Horse Department. Like Zheng Hui, he also had a white horse patch from the tenth rank on his chest.
Could it be that Captain Zheng had a relationship with this person?
Just as Li Qingxian was thinking about it, Zheng Hui turned around and walked forward with a sullen face.
"Eat and drink enough, patrol the streets."
Li Qingxian didn't ask any questions and followed behind.
The four of them walked out along Xile Street, like a giant whale rushing into a school of fish, and everyone around them slid away to both sides.
Zheng Hui said as he walked: "After inspecting Wanping Street, the old rule is that the troops are divided into two groups, and finally meet at the Wanping Archway. After finishing their work, they will go back to the Yamen early. Anbo, you go with Yu Ping, I will take Qingxian with you and wait for his body
See you later and change it back."
"Yes." Han Anbo responded.
"Thank you, Captain Zheng." Li Qingxian said.
"What's there to thank you for? As long as you don't cause any trouble for me, it's better than anything else. However, you are more honest than usual today. Are you confused by illness or have you recovered?" Zheng Hui said loudly as he walked away.
The noise on the street muffled Zheng Hui's voice.
Li Qingxian said: "I don't know. I just feel that I need to change my way of life and not be as confused as before. But I can't say exactly how."
Zheng Hui's eyes lit up, he turned around and slapped Li Qingxian hard on the shoulder, saying: "Okay! Mr. Li must be very happy to be alive in heaven!"