In the restaurant with the main entrance facing west, there are several large jars of signature wine on the counter to the left and to the north, and there is a long shelf against the wall.
A fat middle-aged man who must be the shopkeeper is checking the accounts for the day.
Liu Manhe rushed up to the second floor from the old staircase at the restaurant's entrance.
I quickly took a look at the layout of the second floor and the situation of the dining guests.
There were not many people at the more than 30 tables. The curfew time was coming soon. People without identification were caught by the police. Not only did they have to pay a fine, but they might even be locked up for a few days.
The Japs were in the corner near the window. On four tables, dozens of Japs were drinking and singing songs.
Goudan led Liu Manhe and his party to find a seat: "What dishes do you want, sir?"
Liu Manhe withdrew his eyes from the group of drinking devils, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and ordered Goudan: "Bring me all the special dishes, and ten kilograms of wine."
The old man pretended to be smart enough, and Goudan gave a thumbs up: "Okay, sir, our store has all kinds of dishes today. We will arrange a pickled beef for you as a cold dish, and a small steamed red date and millet stuffed with sandy pork, sweet and sour. Carp jumps over the dragon's gate, a big plate of hot dishes is served with oily meat, pickled plum meat, and astragalus mutton soup is prepared for you."
But Liu Manhe shook his head, "I don't eat fish, so I'll add other dishes, add a roast chicken, and a big pot of braised pork.
Goudan sneered: "I'm sorry, guest, our store doesn't sell braised pork. The price of eating that thing will drop. Do you want to have a plate of plain mutton?"
Staff Officer Liu Da was stunned for a moment: "Okay then, let's just cut some fat and cut the mutton on top, add some sheep's hooves, and have ten large pancakes."
"Yes, sir, please wait a moment. I'm the one who makes the decision. There is no charge for old tea and peanuts." After Goudan sang the name of the dish, he went straight downstairs. He opened his voice in the middle of the stairs and walked towards the floor. Sign up for the dishes in the backyard kitchen below.
After Liu Manhe sat down, he pretended to look around at the environment.
The Japs from the advancing team occupied almost a quarter of the second floor not far away.
Captain Matsui looked at another group of people coming up and looked at them habitually. It seemed that this group of diners looked like small businessmen in the county.
Eating and drinking with these shabby market vendors, Matsui couldn't help but frown.
The restaurant in the small county didn't even have a private room, and the original screen was moved to the entrance of the restaurant by the shopkeeper to block the wind for the waiting guests. There was no way to get angry about this.
Fortunately, the quality of the people who just came upstairs is pretty good. They are not as noisy as the Imperial Alliance Army just now. Even with so many people, the environment is still quiet.
There is no need to kick the guests out. After all, this restaurant has some relationship with Okazaki. If they give each other face, life will get better and better, right?
However, if these bastards start shouting after drinking, they must look good.
As for his group of subordinates, they also drink a lot of wine now, but they have always remained civilized.
Of course, the imperial elite talked a little louder when they drank, so what did it matter?
This is an area occupied by the imperial army. Isn't it appropriate to be a little more arrogant?
Seeing the vendors sitting at the table, not even daring to look at him, Matsui withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.
Within two minutes, the sound of footsteps was heard on the stairs again. The waiter who had just gone down unexpectedly brought seven or eight more young people with him.
These people were also dressed in rags, and there were even patches on their clothes.
After these people went upstairs, they were taken to a place near the corner by the waiter, where they also sat quietly.
It looks a bit like a rich man who would like to take care of his family or have a New Year's Eve dinner with his family.
Thinking that these poor people must have waited two or three hours for the second round after the respectable people had eaten, Matsui, who narrowed his eyes slightly, couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority in his heart.
Matsui had not thought about it for more than ten seconds when another person came up to the stairs in his sight.
But it was the waiter who served the food, carrying a large wooden tray with a pile of brown clay bowls, two plates of Anke peanuts, a plate of beef, and a large jar of Laofen wine.
The waiter strode to the table of the first arriving guests.
A sergeant next to Matsui stood up and said, "Captain Matsui, thank you for taking care of me, cheers!"
Matsui looked away, stood up and picked up the wine glass: "You have worked hard too!"
After saying that, he covered the wine glass with both hands and drank it down in one gulp.
Seeing that the captain's cup was empty, the sergeant immediately picked up the pig's mouth he had brought with him and poured wine for the captain.
Matsui smiled and raised his glass, watching the sergeant pour slowly and carefully, speeding up in the middle, and finally finishing slowly. He couldn't help but admire: "My pouring technique has improved, and I don't spill a drop of it all over the glass."
"You're flattered!" Sergeant bent down to express his gratitude to Matsui for complimenting him.
A Japanese man next to Matsui kept his eyes half-closed, looking at the situation in the restaurant in boredom.
Even if he occasionally drinks a glass of wine, he still remains very conscientious and vigilant.
The devil suddenly shook his head and opened his eyes to see the virtues of those who had just come up to eat. It was truly indescribable!
That's just a country bumpkin who is just trying to get food and grab shit from a dog!
The food served by the waiter never takes more than a minute after it arrives on the table, and is immediately snatched away.
Isn’t that dish delicious?
The Japs in charge of vigilance and observation couldn't help but lift up their chopsticks, took a piece of beef from the plate and put it into their mouths. The taste of chili pepper was completely different from the taste of mustard, so they spit it out quickly!
When I looked up again, I was dumbfounded. A dish had just been served on the table over there. It definitely didn’t take more than a minute, and it was all sold out again!
I couldn't help but get interested and carefully observed the way those guys ate!
Bang, another plate hit the table, the Japanese could see clearly, it was too fatty!
Those meat slices didn't look hot at all, because they were wrapped in thick soup and sweat, and the meat inside was absolutely piping hot!
The eight people around the table paid no attention to anyone looking at them, and they didn't even speak. The waiter who was waiting for the food just retracted his hand.
Eight pairs of chopsticks immediately started working together, and the back and forth did not take more than three seconds. The plate was full of oil and meat!
The Japanese guy watching the excitement was shocked. Who could eat so fast? Isn't it hot?
Then, they realized that the matter was not over yet. One of them actually held the plate and stuck out his long tongue to lick the soup!
Feeling a chill, the devil lowered his head and glanced at the plate in front of him, wondering if this plate had also been licked by someone?
There was an immediate contraction in my stomach.
But the one who licked the plate acted as if no one else was there, and didn't even notice that there was an elite next to him who was preparing to vomit because of his licking action.
He retched and swallowed back the sour taste that poured into his mouth.
He pulled Captain Matsui next to him and pointed to another diner not far away who was handling his plate.
Several Japanese soldiers noticed that the captain's face was darkening and quickly followed his gaze.
The man was like a dog, sticking out his long tongue, and was licking the plate to the end. His disgusting movements shocked all the elites present.
A sergeant stood up immediately, with a ferocious face, and raised his finger to point at the disgusting person: "Hey, don't do such a disgusting thing!"
Liu Manhe kept paying attention to the movements of the group of Japs next to him from the corner of his eyes, and now he heard the Japs speaking familiar Chinese.
His heart skipped a beat, a smile appeared on his face, he picked up the wine glass and walked straight to the sergeant.
The ferocious military officer Lu narrowed his eyes, suddenly changed his face, and began to smile. Obviously, this person should have come to apologize!
His smile was because he suddenly had an idea and was ready to wait for this young man who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old to come to him.
His idea was to slap him in the face!
So I calculated carefully to see if I could slap this guy around a dozen times.
The sergeant couldn't help but move his shoulders. He looked at the young man who was getting closer and closer. He was secretly proud of himself. He clenched his fingers into fists and then opened them into palms.
But suddenly he discovered that the young man who came over was a head taller than himself!
This slap doesn't seem to be easy to slap.
Because he was short, the hesitating sergeant suddenly noticed that something in the young man's sleeves flashed his dog eyes.
bayonet!
The sergeant shook his head, trying to clear his head, and immediately subconsciously exclaimed: "Enemy attack!"
As soon as he finished yelling, he saw the young man smashing the glass full of wine in his hand directly at his door.
Then, a sharp bayonet appeared in the young man's hand.
The sergeant's face was filled with joy. He actually dared to use a knife in front of a certain swordsmanship-style imperial elite?
This guy's head was definitely caught in the door!
Looking at the bayonet, the sergeant's expression darkened, even with a hint of expectation!
The sergeant didn't pay attention to other places on the second floor. Those who were eating seemed to have exploded and were in chaos.
They didn't even know that more than twenty young people who didn't bother to wipe their mouths had already drawn their bayonets and were surrounding the corner of the advancing team.
Captain Matsui, who reacted the fastest, immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly reached out to pull the pistol at his waist out of habit.
His head seemed a little dizzy, and he suddenly remembered that his pistol and its holster were hanging on the wall behind him.
Shanxi (the Taihang Mountain area, but not all) don’t eat fish, and the Japanese don’t have any more toasts when drinking. The small bottle of sake is really like a pig’s mouth.
(End of chapter)
