Old things in the south

Chapter 74 Crab shell yellow (1)
Since two months ago, the bus stop changed its location and the license plate was changed to the road around the corner, and we only discovered this soybean milk shop named "Hometown Pavilion".That morning, when Fan was catching the bus, I went to the vegetable market. In front of the hometown pavilion, I happened to see a faded red paper billboard that read: "Our store has early fried crab shell yellow", and we entered the hometown pavilion for the first time. .The room was so small that there were only three small square tables, and we sat down in an "elegant seat" near the corner.No one came to say hello.The young man in the green checkered shirt who was making sesame seed cakes in front of the door wholeheartedly took out the cooked crab shell yellow from the stove, took one out, shook his hand, and took a breath. More than enough, not enough technology.There were only two people in the store, and one squatted behind him washing dishes, huddled there, lowered his head, and only saw a long nose.

"Hey!" I yelled, a little annoyed.

The long nose didn't move, the green plaid shirt turned around and realized that we had been left out, frowning and hastily shouted: "Hey, welcome the guests!"

Just by hearing the accent, I knew he was from Cantonese, and he referred to guests as Renke, and I guessed that he was from Lingdong.He has a tall sky, deep eyes, and a black body. He doesn't look like a small businessman, but like a player from Hong Kong and the Philippines.This call worked, Long Nose stood up slowly, put the dishes and chopsticks away, and then moved to us.At this time, I saw clearly that the nose was too long, and I couldn't help thinking of the novel "The Nose" by Ryunosuke Akutagawa.It also reminded me of the description in "The Nose" that Master Zen Zhi's nose is five or six inches long, and it is indeed possible; because the long nose in front of me, from root to tip, is always comparable to Master Zen Zhi's.The flesh of his entire face seemed to hang down with the weight of his nose.He doesn't laugh, he's bitter; when he smiles, he's gloomy.On the first day, we were blessed to see his smile, because he passed the crab shell yellow we wanted to the opposite table, and the sweet syrup with ginkgo fruit that others wanted, but he brought it to me tremblingly.The guests at our table and the table opposite all looked at him coldly and said nothing. He looked at both sides without moving his mouth. Only then did he realize his mistake and grinned:
"Hey! I've been so confused this morning, I'm so confused!"

As he said that, he switched the two sides earlier.Hearing this authentic Peking tone, Fan and I couldn't help but smile at each other.Although the nose is long and the appearance is cold, there is a sense of intimacy towards us.

For the next few days, we were all guests of the hometown pavilion.Because some people call the green grid shirts "Xiao Huang" and "Old Huang", and they also make crab shell yellow. I nicknamed him "crab shell yellow". of.After a few days, I got acquainted with the hometown restaurant. The crab shell yellow is the boss, and the long nose is the buddy.Although the guy is twice as old as the boss, but because of his status, he has to be scolded by the boss all the time.Originally, he was slow in doing things, and probably he was unwilling to be reconciled to being scolded, so he showed his shortcomings even more to show resistance!One day, Crab Shell Huang asked Long Nose to do something again, but Long Nose didn't move the nest even though he was washing the dishes and chopsticks.Only then did Long Nose stand up slowly, and while delivering the bowls and chopsticks to the table, he muttered to himself expressionlessly: "Crab shells are yellow! Crabs, crawl sideways!"

The six guests on the three "private seats" all laughed, and I almost spit out the original soy milk!I'm laughing. Why did we all give the boss the same nickname at the same time?The long nose made the guest laugh, but he didn't smile, he still had the same cold look.

A few days later, the hometown pavilion suddenly posted a new red paper advertisement. It turned out that in addition to the fried crab shell yellow, deep-fried dough sticks, and original soy milk, an item of "small steamed buns" was added, and there were more in front of the door. There is a stove and a chopping board, and a big, old, black and thick man stands there, kneading bread and buns.Another private seat was forced to be placed in the small room, and the dishwashing department, which Long Nose loved, was squeezed into the corner.

Although guests and work have been added, the slow motion of the long nose has not changed.Originally, the dishes and chopsticks left by the guests have to be washed. If he puts down the bowls and chopsticks to greet the guests, how can he serve soy milk without a bowl?I gradually sympathized with the long nose.He is finally organized. Hearing that he was disbanded by the theater troupe, I have a more intimate feeling for him. Maybe I am still his audience!I don't know what he is singing about?Adjusting the gauze cap, smoothing his beard, shaking his sleeves, and coughing, he is also walking in the soymilk shop at a step!It's just that the crab shell yellow is too young and lacks compassion.I think so often.

The master who makes the steamed stuffed bun is a big man from Shandong, and he fully expresses the traditional character of his hometown.He is big and powerful, and the piece of dough in his hand must weigh more than a dozen catties. He put it on the chopping board, rubbed it over and over, patted it, and slapped it. A piece of noodles, like a fat white woman's body being beaten.The small cages are stacked more than a dozen layers high, and the layers are steaming.He is not as afraid of smoke as crab shell yellow, and he doesn't take it seriously when the hot smoke blows directly on his chest, which is only wearing a line vest.

We ordered a basket of buns.I thought the buns were getting bigger, like small steamed buns, so I said softly to Fan, "Maybe the skin is thicker and the stuffing is less, so it doesn't look like a bun." Hearing this, he said coldly: "Eat it! The meat of the bun is not on the pleats!" I don't know whether this sentence is sarcasm or speaking for the fellow.Although the buns are not unpalatable, they always feel uninteresting.After eating, I left the hometown restaurant. On the way to the vegetable market, I couldn't help thinking: Which hometown is this hometown restaurant?Three people, from three different places: Guangdong, Beiping and Shandong.However, Cantonese and Shandong people cook Jiangnan-style crab shell yellow and steamed buns, and Jing Youzi, who was born in an opera troupe, works as a waiter.

At first, they behaved well, except for the long-nosed sarcasm and a few gossips that Lao Guang couldn't understand, the other two seemed to be able to cooperate.Because everyone sells their own, I don't know how they divide the accounts?But I saw that they always split the money from the steamed stuffed buns separately, probably Long Nose was used as a buddy for the two of them.The business was really good for a while, and Long Nose couldn't be more busy. Anyway, he was not in a hurry, and he continued to follow his steps, but the crab shell was pissed off.One day Fan ordered a bowl of salty soy milk and two steamed buns. The buns were finished but the soy milk hadn't arrived yet. Fan probably violated his temper in the dining room when he was a student. Banging on the table in wordless protest.After enduring this for a while, hearing that the sound of washing dishes behind him hadn't stopped, Fan turned his head and joked to Long Nose:
"We choked on two baskets of steamed stuffed buns. How about the soy milk? Haven't the soybeans been ground yet?"

This time Long Nose smiled sinisterly, as if it had nothing to do with him, and said jokingly:

"That's why the three monks don't have soy milk!"

Crab shell yellow was anxious when he heard it, so he quickly prepared the condiments and scooped up a bowl of soy milk. He lost his temper with Long Nose, and cursed a few words in a hurry:
"I didn't know northerners were so worthless!" He didn't care where the breakfast guests were from.

Long Nose snorted and did not answer, but the fellow spoke up:

"You can't generalize!"

Fortunately, the attitude of the fellow is not very positive, and it is over after talking.The guests didn't agree with each other, because it was their personal business, and they were happy to watch the excitement.It's just that we were paused for nothing, and it seemed that the crab shell yellow was too rude, but we forgive him for his mood.Wait for a while, the crab shell went to the back, the long nose stood up from the dishwashing department, looked at the back of the crab shell, and said three words coldly and slowly:
"Nan-man-zi!"

The guests couldn't help laughing, and the villagers also laughed.At this time, the crab shell yellow came out from the inside, and the green checked shirt was changed again.He didn't understand what everyone's smiles and stares at him were for. He probably thought he was right just now and everyone was laughing at Long Nose, so he turned his head and gave Long Nose a disdainful glance.The long nose just pretended not to see it, and walked to the fellow villager to serve the steamed buns, and muttered again:
"Women's knife ruler!"

He knew that Crab Shell Yellow couldn't understand what he said, so he boldly said it face to face without any scruples.The guests didn't hear clearly either. We were close at this table, so we heard and understood.He is laughing crab shell yellow wearing a green checked shirt dressed like a woman.At this time, Crab Shell Yellow kindly asked the fellow what happened, but the fellow became impatient:
"I don't know!"

He replied in a rough voice, and then slapped the fat white noodles hard, as if he was slapping the woman he threw in Jinan Mansion to vent his anger.

Crab Shell Yellow inexplicably returned to his own grill.The air was a little uncoordinated. After beating and kneading enough noodles, the fellow suddenly said with emotion: "Why! They are all from the mainland!" After speaking, he sneered.

After the guests finished their breakfast, they settled their accounts and walked out of the hometown hall, with a smile on their faces, laughing at the three-person drama in this shop.I thought about the words with a long nose, and I wanted to laugh when I walked out.Van said to me:
(End of this chapter)