Abandoned Master's Cultivation

There is a tin house selling cooked food diagonally opposite the hair washing house. All kinds of cooked food are placed on the oily counter. A small ceiling fan without fan bone is hung on the roof, and a red ribbon droops and rotates slightly to drive away the buzzing green headed flies.

The fat faced drunk middle-aged man leaned on the counter with his arm, holding a bottle of Erguotou in his hand, took two drinks with a bang, and looked at the opposite with obscene eyes.

In particular, I saw the thin man who had just been thin and thin, and I even showed the smile that a man could understand. He smack his mouth and drank a baijiu.

Next to the shampoo room is also a shampoo room. A woman with big wavy jeans stood up to smoke and breathe.

When the middle-aged man saw him, he was like a hungry man. He saw a piece of big pork and waved, "Ah Mei, the new marinated pig placenta, beauty and beauty. Do you want two kilograms?"

"Two catties of pig placenta will do others? You think it's beautiful." the big wave woman disdained.

"Ha ha, the young one is only 50 yuan. You are half old Xu Niang. How much more do you want?"

"Go away, dead dog." the woman scolded and threw her cigarette butts on the ground, ready to go back.

"Do you have time in the evening?" the man asked loudly.

"Give money and you'll have time!" said the woman, pushing the door in.

Looking at the woman's fat and warped skin stock, the man couldn't help swallowing his saliva and quickly drank a mouthful of wine, "this machine costs oil."

At the corner of the street, the black Toyoda Ruizhi slowly drove in. It's already 7:30 p.m. at the moment. Although it's cold, for a city, the busy time should be just the beginning, but the old street seems a little cold.

This ramp is not spacious, but there are not many people and it is not crowded.

Jiang Wuchen located on his mobile phone. His destination is Jianglai hotel. He looked around and said, "this is the Jiaxie road. The big stall of Jianglai hotel is here."

Matsushima Jixiang looked at the outside environment with some uneasiness in her eyes. This mess is a place where civil houses are prone to crime. As a foreigner, she prefers to stay in a prosperous area.

"Here we are," said Jiang Wuchen.

Matsushima Jixiang stopped the vehicle. "Where is a hotel? Is there a navigation error?" she looked at her car navigation. The vehicle navigation was three years ago. The map was old and should have been upgraded long ago. On his map, this area was actually blank.

Jiang Wuchen looked at his mobile phone and said, "it's near here. It's less than 50 meters. It's hard to eat a chicken. I'll go down and have a look." he opened the door and walked down.

The moment the door opened, there was a smell of stew and fire. This smell was very authentic. Jiang Wuchen had been to the capital and had eaten stew and fire several times in the old Hutong.

That pig brine comes out, mixed with pepper, garlic and hemp pepper, which is this kind of fragrance, old, spicy and delicious.

The smell came from the tin house. Jiang Wuchen looked over there, and the obscene middle-aged man was looking at him.

Strictly speaking, those obscene and greedy eyes crossed Jiang Wuchen and looked at Matsushima Jixiang in the car behind him.

Jiang Wuchen closes the door with an indifferent smile on his face. As long as a man, large or small, likes to see beautiful women, which is a male characteristic.

He looked around. He didn't see jianglai Hotel and walked towards the tin house. "Brother, is there a Nanjiang Hotel nearby?"

The man blinked, "eat?"

"Yes."

"I have a new marinated pig placenta here for beauty and beauty. How about two kilograms?"

Lu Beichuan looked at a big iron pot inside. There were all kinds of pigs in it. Next to it was a circle of bread. There were chili and garlic on the table. This is a typical pot of stewed pork in the old Hutong of Beijing.

"I want to eat chicken today."

"Opposite." the man pointed to several shampoo rooms.

The roller shutter door just pulled up opened at this moment. The thin man with ribs came out. The black silk woman behind her had a blush and a smile on her face, "brother, come again."

When the man walked away, the fat man said, "Xiao Hong, your technology has improved. It'll be done in two minutes."

"Cut." the woman rolled her eyes and noticed Jiang Wuchen. She stayed on him for a few seconds. She was a little surprised. She might feel that it was not suitable for her way. She went back to the house and sat down. Under the pink lamp, a small bench knocked on the other leg. I felt pity at first sight.

"Don't look for her to eat chicken. She has excellent skills, thick foundation and strong wrapping. Tut tut Tut, if ordinary people can hold on for three or five minutes, they are experts..."

Jiang Wuchen shook his head. "I'm talking about a large plate of chicken." then he took out a cigarette and handed it over.

"Yellow Crane Tower? I haven't smoked for a long time, so I leave the Yellow Crane Tower in the West and go to Yangzhou in March." the man said, lit a cigarette and took a hard puff. The smoke inhaled into his lungs. He was not willing to spit out at all, and his face was full of enjoyment.

Jiang Wuchen has a thoughtful smile on his face.

"The alley in front is the second one inside," said the fat man. As he spoke, smoke spewed out of his mouth.

"Can I park my car here?" Jiang Wuchen puts half a pack of cigarettes on the counter.

"No problem, I'll see. It's mine if it's damaged." the fat man was very happy and put the cigarette into his pocket.

Jiang Wuchen asks Matsushima Jixiang to pull over, then gets off and walks to the front alley with Jiang Wuchen.

The fat man looked at Matsushima Jixiang's back and salivated, "Ah Mei Fei oil, this lady... Fei Han, Fei Han is also worth it, tut tut."

"How fragrant." Matsushima Jixiang smelled the smell of stewing.

"Have you ever been to the capital?" asked Jiang Wuchen.

Matsushima Jixiang shook his head. "I've been fascinated, but I haven't been there."

Jiang Wuchen said, "there are some special snacks in the capital, among which there are stewed and burned. That's the taste."

"What is it?"

"Pig viscera, water, mainly lungs, and large intestine."

"Er." Matsushima Jixiang felt a chill.

"In the early days, people couldn't afford meat. It would be nice to have some water. The taste of mixed pepper and garlic was very authentic. This characteristic snack is also a product of the times," said Jiang Wuchen.

At the entrance of the Hutong, there is a two-story building at the corner. The skin of the outer wall has fallen off, exposing the red bricks inside. The edges and corners of the red bricks have been polished by wind and rain.

Advertisements for renting, hiring and treating sexual diseases of men and women are also posted on the wall.

This two-story building is Jianglai hotel. Jiang Wuchen spent a lot of effort to notice that a plaque on the second floor reads Jianglai hotel.

The font is regular script, windy and sunny, and the plaque is mottled.

A large number of folding tables and chairs are stacked in the corner. I'm afraid these tables are put out when it's hot in summer. Now it's cold, not many people come, and the stalls are closed.