Female president's private killer

Duan Tiandao knows a lot and thinks of a lot, but he didn't expect song Hongzhuang to have a lot of research on eating.

Some studies have found that she still has a restaurant under her name.

The restaurant also has a very strange but interesting name.

Call Houmen.

The place where Hou men is located is a little remote. On a mountain near the suburb of Yunhai, the stone steps on the mountain are low and inclined. In ancient times, a good horse can drive straight up. Of course, there are four lanes on both sides that can accommodate two cars. Anyway, it is a wilderness. No one says how wide the lane wants to be built.

At the end of the 108 stone steps is a red copper gate with a width of 18 feet. The giant beast with a copper ring on the door is solemn and ferocious.

That's all. There are eighteen big men on both sides of the door. They are also wearing armor, holding a long halberd, wearing a waist knife, hanging arrow pot, and wild goose wings like a stone man.

Looking at their posture, even if a fly stops on their nose, they will not reach out to catch it. Even if a poisonous snake is entangled, they will not move. Even if a girl passes through the door without clothes, their eyes will not blink.

In fact, there is no trace within a hundred feet around here. Not only are there no entangled poisonous snakes, but also there are no naked beauties, and even flies can't fly in.

But the access control is so strict and the spirit is so grand.

Therefore, when someone sees this scene, his subconscious first reaction must have an illusion that "entering the Hou door is as deep as the sea".

When Duan Tiandao's motorcade approached, he couldn't help but wonder: "are you sure this is really a place to eat?"

Song Hongzhuang smiled, and some slight complacency diluted her sadness: "just because it doesn't look like at all, it's not easy to come here for a meal. It doesn't only need a lot of money, but also queue up."

Duan Tiandao turned his mouth and couldn't help raising some expectations.

It is said that all the women of the Song family are commercial wizards. They can manage a restaurant like this. As expected, they have a deep meaning of surprise and victory. The food there must be delicious

Well, the most important thing is that I'm a little hungry.

"Someone stop!"

When the motorcade stopped slowly at the door, eighteen big men at the door suddenly drank together, took out the scabbard and put the arrow on the string: "Hou door forbidden area, those who enter without permission will be cut!"

Duan Tiandao: "

This is obviously another surprise.

When they surrounded Duan Tiandao's car, song Hongzhuang's small hands had stretched out from the window.

Song Hongzhuang's hands are very beautiful, as if they were carved from a strange transparent white jade. On her ring finger, there is a jade card hanging with black silk thread. On the jade card, there is a very strange pattern, as if it were an immortal, a beast, a devil, a ghost and a God. It's like nothing.

This pattern looks like only one thing.

It is just like the ring handle on the red copper gate, solemn but ferocious.

The red copper gate, which was one foot eight feet wide and one foot eight feet high, suddenly opened.

The jade plaque in the small sedan chair in green clothes appeared. A group of big men had collected their weapons and ran in one after another. A moment later, the copper door opened.

It's not a door.

The purple beast copper ring, the Marquis door heavy, heavy and heavy, opened again and again, thousands of guards, and everyone avoided the road.

The car went straight in, and I don't know what weight it fell on.

"As the old saying goes, only three generations of officials know how to dress and eat." Song Hongzhuang slightly picked up on the tip of her eyebrows: "not everyone can do this."

The people brought by Duan Tiandao have been taken away and enjoyed by the reception layer by layer. Only Duan Tiandao himself followed song Hongzhuang into the innermost attic.

It was a small pavilion built on the hillside. There were wide corridors on all sides, vermilion railings and green screen windows.

It can be seen that in spring, unknown mountain flowers must be blooming all around here. They are colorful and fragrant. They enjoy flowers and drink by leaning on the vermilion railing, and light wine has become a good wine.

But now the red paint on the railing has peeled off, and the red flowers have been replaced by white snow. White snow has ruts and horse hoofs. You can even hear a horse hissing in the wind behind the house.

Stepping into such an attic is like walking back into the Jianghu of ancient martial arts novels. I am filled with the joy and melancholy of getting drunk and cutting off the dog's head with a knife.

The small attic is ancient, and the furnishings in it are also ancient.

The pen and ink books on the table exude a faint scholarly fragrance and charm. If it were not for the snow night, the moon in front of the window and the setting sun in the corner of the room must have a different mood.

Suddenly, the light rain turned into snowflakes. Winter in the mountains always came earlier than in the city.

The snowflakes sprinkled gently on the window, just like the whisper of a lover.

Although it was not yet winter, a fire had risen in the warm Pavilion, and the windows on all sides were tightly closed, so that even a trace of wind could not blow in.

Duan Tiandao sat down in silence on a large red sandalwood chair covered with tiger skin. This chair, I'm afraid, is older than his age, but it is well maintained, and there is not even a creak.

Song Hongzhuang didn't speak. Ran Ran sat on his side, picked up the wine pot on the case stack and gently put it on the warm wine rack.

Then the small courtyard outside the warm Pavilion sounded the sound of broken footsteps, and the branches in the winter snow seemed to be whispering Acacia.

A white woman as beautiful as a ghost came in with the autumn wind outside the door, then sat in front of the piano table by the window, "Ding Dong", and the clear voice came out of the house.

Duan Tiandao didn't speak, but his heart strings were shaking like piano strings.

Song Hongzhuang poured a glass of wine for herself and Duan Tiandao with the crystal luminous cup on the table and looked at him quietly.

They drink quietly, listen to her play and listen to her sing.

Everything in the world is born and died because of dreams. How about dreams?

Duan Tiandao was having a good time, but suddenly there was a "Dong" sound, and the string suddenly broke. The sound of the piano suddenly disappeared and the room was lonely.

Duan Tiandao was slightly stunned: "is this?"

Song Hongzhuang showed her neat jade teeth and said with a smile, "this is the dish."

Soon, the woman in white withdrew, but a beautiful little girl came in with a copper pot and put it on the copper stove. It was a pot of Osmanthus lotus seed ginkgo porridge, and the fragrance immediately filled the warm Pavilion.

Duan Tiandao couldn't help taking a long breath.

Drink a cup of wine, sing a new song, let a beautiful little girl put a freshly peeled orange, sprinkle a little white Wu salt, and put it in her mouth

Such a freehand life, no wonder so many people spend a lot of money, shooting a long line, but also want to come in and enjoy it.

Now, I'm afraid I can't find such a way to enjoy the feudal royal family anywhere.

The little girl lightly took off her coat for Duan Tiandao, put on a pure silk robe for him, took away his shoes, let him stand barefoot on the wool carpet, and slowly sipped a cup of amber wine.

Duan Tiandao suddenly felt that this might be a wonderful night he would never forget.

Ginkgo porridge is just a pre meal, and the dinner will come up soon.

An endless stream of beautiful women shuttled like lanterns, and a table was prepared in front of Duan Tiandao in a moment.

The table was made of six square tables, covered with a brand-new tablecloth sewn with apricot yellow satin.

There are about forty or fifty kinds of soup and dishes on the table. Some dishes are recognized by heaven and can be seen what they are made of. Of course, there are chicken, duck, fish, game and seafood.

There are also some dishes. Duan Tiandao doesn't recognize them. He hasn't even seen them.

There are few things he hasn't seen in the world, but it's not difficult to do this. For example, you can't recognize the fish and make it into a five pointed star.

Song Hongzhuang's mouth always has a slight arc: "these are just side dishes. Today's main dish is called 'scuffle among the eight sides'. What do you think?"

"Oh? Take a look first. "

A wooden frame was immediately put on the table, about three feet long and three feet wide.

A earthen pot was brought up and just could be placed on the wooden frame.

"What a big pot."

The lid of the pot was lifted, and a strong smell of meat immediately spread like magic. There was a pot of meat stewed red and still bubbling.

"What a melee." Duan Tiandao took a deep breath with his nose. "There are at least eight kinds of meat in it."

Song Hongzhuang covered her mouth: "Mr. Yin really deserves his reputation and is a great expert."

Maybe the temperature in the warm Pavilion is slightly higher, and her beautiful face is a little ruddy: "to eat this kind of meat, we should have a special way to eat it. Eating meat alone will become oak, but turtles eat barley and spoil good things."

"Yes." Duan Tiandao nodded again and again: "eating meat alone can't show the good taste of meat. You must set things off."

"Yes, that's right."

How to eat correctly?

Then I saw a group of beautiful women spread a pancake about two meters in diameter on the table.

The cake should be baked thin and strong so that it is not easy to break.

When the cake is ready, take a three foot long Baoding jade and white onion, pinch the green onion, only the green onion is left, stained with good flour sauce, and put it next to it.

Then use a wooden spoon to lift three or four scoops of big meat, about a kilo to a kilo and a half, in the middle of the pancake into a long pile; Then cover the left pancake, then cover the right pancake on the left pancake, roll up the tail, roll it into a long tube, hold it in two hands and put it in your arms, and you can start eating. Take a bite of onion paste and a bite of cake. One on the left, one on the right and one in the middle.

Duan Tiandao's eyes lit up: "when you take this bite, you immediately drain oil along the corners of your mouth. That taste is really better than anything you eat."

He was elated, but song Hongzhuang sighed.

"In fact, these are not the best to eat."

"Oh? Is there anything better? Come on, come on! "

"Yes." Song Hongzhuang's little face suddenly became more and more ruddy: "Mr. Yin, please wait a moment, I'll prepare now."

Then she really left.

Although Duan Tiandao was very hungry, he looked at the boundless food in front of him, but he was self-improvement and didn't move his chopsticks.

There are too many delicious things and too many choices.

Since there are better things to eat, you can't waste your belly space on them at will.

He had to keep drinking, but the more he drank, the more hungry he became.

Fortunately, song Hongzhuang didn't let him wait too long. Soon, a group of beautiful women came into the house again. This time, twelve beautiful women went out together and carried a long and narrow wooden case, which was covered with a huge cloth.

Under the flowered cloth, it is high and uplifted, and a sweet smell is slowly exuding. It is obviously the biggest and most anticipated food today.

But the beauties didn't seem to want to reveal the secret of this delicious food for Duan Tiandao. Even the beautiful little girl on the side of the waiter quickly withdrew from the room. The "click" was the crisp sound of locking outside the house.

Duan Tiandao was stunned.

Is the temptation of this delicious food so great? And lock the door and enjoy it secretly? Are you still afraid that someone will break in and grab it?

Song Hongzhuang doesn't come either?

Does this kind of food have to be enjoyed alone?

Many questions are like greedy insects in Duan Tiandao's stomach. He couldn't help swallowing saliva, got up slowly, came to the long chopping board, stretched out his hand, grabbed a corner of the flower cloth and slowly lifted it.