blue shirt oath

Chapter 60 Bamboo shoots and meat

The three came to the city.

There are obviously fewer officers and soldiers on the street.

Wang Qinruo was dizzy, and the government was in a mess, so he didn't have the time to catch any "I'll do it".

No one was watching, and the officers and soldiers below were even more lazy and slippery. Walking on the street, few of them were serious about arresting "I'll come."

The spring is just right, if you don’t enjoy the spring, you go to the Suocui Tower to drink wine, go to the Pingkang Pavilion to listen to the little songs, but you have to catch the hero "I am here" in the hearts of the people and offend the elders in the streets and alleys of Hangzhou The folks don't talk about it, even their own family members talk about it non-stop.

The police and the yamen servants didn't say anything, but they were really unhappy in their hearts.

Du Qingshan and the others came to Shocui Building, the building was already lit up, and there were a lot of diners coming in and out. When the bartender saw Song Guichen at the door, he was taken aback for a moment, then looked around for a while, and hurriedly ushered them into the building.

"Xiaochen, you are too bold, you dare to come to Shuocuilou at this time."

"It's okay, Brother Zhou, Wang Qin was fainted from the fright." Song Guichen snapped his fingers, "This is called, the wicked have their own way."

When Zhou Qiang saw Song Guichen who hadn't seen her for a few days, and saw that she was taller and fairer than the last time she saw her, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly.

"It's better to be careful."

As Zhou Qiang said, she led the three of them into the No. [-] Pavilion on the east side of the second floor, and said to Du Qingshan:

"Although this pavilion can't see the scenery of the West Lake, it is better than quiet. If you want to talk about things, you should choose this pavilion."

Du Qingshan couldn't help admiring Zhou Qiang even more. Not only did he have a good hand-crafted skill, but he was also thoughtful and thoughtful. He really shouldn't just be buried as a bartender in Shengcuilou.

"Thank you Brother Zhou. When Brother Gu comes later, I will trouble Brother Zhou to bring him to this pavilion."

Zhou Qiang nodded, and was about to speak when Uncle Wu was already sitting in front of the round table, knocking on the table with a chopstick in one hand, and said, "Uncle Wu wants to eat."

Today, apart from eating a few pieces of roasted chicken legs in the morning, he has never eaten again. Uncle Wu said with a sad look at Song Guichen. In the dust bag.

But today she went out for a whole day, making him hungry.

Zhou Qiang didn't know the reason, but thought that Uncle Wu was very hungry, so she nodded and asked, "What would the old man want to eat?"

Uncle Wu thought for a while and asked, "Is there any cake?"

"What kind of cake does the old man want to eat?"

"Bread is just bread, are there many other kinds?"

Song Guichen smiled and said: "Of course, there are three types of sesame cakes, steamed cakes, and soup cakes in Shocuilou. Fired cakes are collectively referred to as sesame cakes, and there are six kinds of cakes: door oil, chrysanthemum, wide coke, side thick, marrow cake, and full hemp. There are different flavors; steamed cakes are cakes steamed in a cage, and come in three flavors: oily white meat, pork pancreas, and vegetables. The name of the soup cake is cake, but it is actually noodle soup.”

After hearing this, Uncle Wu hesitated for a moment: "Then let's have some soup cakes."

Zhou Qiang said again: "Soup cakes are divided into eight kinds: soft sheep noodles, paulownia noodles, meat-stuffed noodles, pig and sheep noodles, silk chicken noodles, three fresh noodles, bamboo shoots and pork noodles, and fried chicken noodles. Which one to eat?"

"Yeah, it's terrible." Uncle Wu was stunned and put down his chopsticks. "Uncle Wu just wants to eat a pancake. There are so many choices, it's dazzling. You just give me a bowl!"

Song Guichen laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, he bent down and pointed at Zhou Qiang: "Brother Zhou, don't talk too much, and bring Uncle Wu a bamboo shoot noodles."

"Where is Xiaochen, what do you want to eat?"

"Splashed meat with bamboo shoots."

Zhou Qiang looked at Du Qingshan again, and Du Qingshan pointed at Song Guichen: "Same as her."

Zhou Qiang retreated with a smile, while Song Guichen kept laughing: "Uncle Wu, I want to ask a question—"

Uncle Wu glanced at her, and let out a monosyllable "um" from his nose.

"When Uncle Wu lived alone in Huxinting, what did he eat?"

Uncle Wu touched his nose and thought about it seriously: "Uncle Wu is not picky about food."

Really don't pick.

Song Guichen smiled, Uncle Wu is the same as Du Qingshan, these days, they eat whatever she does, and he and he really don't seem to have raised any objections.

When he was in Gushan before, Master was always very meticulous about eating this, just like maintaining his plum blossoms. When he was interested, he would also develop new dishes by himself.

Song Guichen was influenced by Lin Bu, and he usually likes to nest in the kitchen and mess around when he has nothing to do.

Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of Song Guichen's mouth froze for a moment, and then continued to smile: "The bamboo shoot noodles made by Aunt Mu are delicious, Uncle Wu will eat more later."

While talking, Zhou Qiang led a few bartenders to bring up three big bowls of noodles. Zhou Qiang personally brought ginger ginger, spicy radish, pickled vegetables, plum ginger, lettuce, bamboo shoots, spicy melon and other snacks, and put a full bowl of them. table.

Uncle Wu stared blankly at the crowd orderly laying out snacks and pasta, then quickly evacuated, and praised: "As expected of the No. There are so many things."

Zhou Qiang explained: "This is all brought up by Xiao Chen, saying that if a lonely diner comes to a restaurant by himself and just wants to order a bowl of noodles to fill his stomach, if the restaurant only serves a bowl of noodles, he will always be lonely. , it’s better to provide some snacks to add some excitement.”

Song Guichen chuckled, moved his chopsticks first, and took a sip of the broth contentedly.

Du Qingshan asked: "Did you often eat alone before?"

"what?"

Song Guichen almost choked on the soup in his mouth, looked up at Du Qingshan, and saw that he was no longer laughing as usual, but was looking at him seriously, as if he wanted to see through his past and future.

"Forget it."

Song Guichen didn't dare to look at him, turned his eyes away embarrassingly, and buried himself in eating noodles.

Uncle Wu looked at the two people in front of him with his chopsticks in his mouth, tsk tsk, Du boy, do you think the girl's eyes are so tender, Uncle Wu, I have goosebumps.

"Ahem!" Uncle Wu covered his mouth and coughed, "Boy, do you still eat that bowl of noodles? If you don't, Uncle Wu will help you."

"eat."

Du Qingshan hurriedly held down the edge of the bowl, for fear that Uncle Wu would snatch it from him.

Uncle Wu scolded: "Stinky boy, give me all the chicken legs that I can't finish eating this morning, and now I won't pull out any more."

"Uncle Wu, let's—"

Before Du Qingshan could finish his sentence, the door of the room opened suddenly, and Xiao Yifei also ran in, and threw himself on Song Guichen.

"Xiaochen! Why didn't you say anything when you came here? I miss you these days."

Song Guichen didn't believe her nonsense: "Really?"

"Of course, more real than real gold."

Xiao Yi looked at Song Guichen with a smile.

"Xiaochen, do you know that Wang Qinruo saw a ghost last night, hahahahahahaha, I heard that he was so frightened that he started talking nonsense, I laughed to death, this is really a human being, God is watching"

Xiao Yi talked a lot, Song Guichen had experienced it before, and quickly interrupted her: "I know, otherwise how do you think I dare to appear here at this time?"

"Oh, that's right."

(End of this chapter)