May 21st, midsummer.
When the sun rose in the east, Sheng Junqian had already sat on the bench outside the shop selling mutton steamed buns on time. He put the saber in his hand on the greasy table and shouted at the same time: "A bowl of mutton steamed buns." , two flatbreads, don’t add coriander to the steamed buns, but add chili! Lots of chili.”
He was the first one to come here.
And was the first one here almost every day.
While waiting for the mutton steamed buns to be served, a fluttering pigeon flew in front of Sheng Junqian, each one staring at him with big eyes.
The pigeon in front of me is all white, and its round eyes are as red as pigeon blood. Although the metaphor of a pigeon's eyes being red as pigeon blood is strange, this pigeon's eyes are really red.
It cooed twice in front of Sheng Junqian, and then stretched out its dove legs.
A small copper tube is tied to the foot.
Sheng Junqian sighed, took out a handful of millet from his pocket and weighed it in his hand, then took off the copper pipe and sprinkled the millet on the ground.
The pigeons happily jumped down to peck at the grains, while Sheng Junqian opened the copper tube and took out the silk paper inside.
I saw the three characters "Jiang Hu Bang" written on the top.
Remarks, A list.
Unlike many people, Sheng Junqian starts from the beginning when looking at the list. He looks directly from the last one.
As a result, I happened to see it written clearly: No. 100, Shang Jiuge, the Sword Immortal in White.
"Hey!"
Sheng Junqian hit the table in front of him with his fist, and all four legs of the table instantly shattered. The table fell to the ground, and the saber previously placed on it flew out.
The pigeons that were pecking at the grains quickly spread their wings and flew away. The shop owner who was preparing mutton steamed buns for Sheng Junqian also came out quickly and was instantly shocked: "Master, what happened."
Sheng Junqian scratched his head: "Well, it's okay, that's right."
He looked at the store owner sheepishly: "I would like to ask, how much does this table cost?"
The store owner was really shocked: "No money, no money."
"How can we do this without charging money?" Sheng Junqian scratched his head, took out a small ingot of silver from his arms, about two dollars, and threw it to the store.
Keep the change, please.
Saying this, Sheng Junqian picked up the saber, turned around and walked towards the sun.
"Where are you going, sir?" The shopkeeper took the money. This money is definitely enough to pay for the table, and there is still change.
"Go find Shang Jiuge!" Sheng Junqian said loudly.
"You haven't eaten the mutton steamed buns yet," the store owner said.
"No more!" Sheng Junqian said.
"Okay." The store owner looked at Sheng Junqian's tall and straight back: "This is a person from the world of martial arts."
With that said, he returned to the store, looked at the mutton steamed buns that were almost ready, thought about it, and prepared to pour it back into the pot.
At this time, he heard the familiar voice again.
"A bowl of mutton steamed buns, two flatbreads. Don't add coriander to the steamed buns, but add chili! A lot of chili."
The store owner looked around and saw that Sheng Junqian, who had just left in the sunshine, was back again and placed the saber on the greasy table again.
At that moment, the store owner just felt that there was something wrong with the way he opened it.
"That..." The store owner looked at Sheng Junqian.
"That, that, that, can't I remember that I haven't had breakfast yet?" Sheng Junqian said matter-of-factly: "The money I gave you just now should be enough to cover the table, right?"
"Hurry up and serve it, I'm starving!"
The store owner hurriedly went in and brought out the mutton soup and two dough cakes. The mutton soup was fragrant and the dough cakes were as white as snow. Sheng Junqian skillfully picked up the noodles and began to break them apart bit by bit. Cut into small pieces the size of mung beans, then pour into the mutton soup and stir slowly.
He took a deep breath and felt the refreshing aroma.
"This is life."
"Shang Jiuge, wait until I finish this bowl of steamed buns."
"Just wait for me!"
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Xiaohun Inn is full of people coming and going.
The sun made the bluestone floor a bit hot, and the sweat dripping on the stone surface could only raise a puff of white smoke and then disappear.
At this time, being able to go to the inn to rest and drink a bowl of sour plum soup with ice cubes is simply the most comfortable thing.
Therefore, Xiaohun Inn is now full of people taking a rest. Most of them just order a pot of tea and a plate of melon seeds in the lobby, and eat and chat inside the inn. They also watch the girl with twin ponytails in a white skirt walking through the hotel. Like a butterfly walking through a flower, it makes people feel great joy.
"I can't believe that there are so many outstanding women in this small Xiaohun Inn." Someone said while cracking melon seeds.
"Who makes people ecstasy?" Another person added with a smile.
But usually it was just talk, and no one dared to actually tease the girl named Dragon Boat Festival, because everyone heard that the proprietress of this inn was not easy to mess with, and the other waiter was also not easy to mess with.
At this moment, a clear female voice came from the door of the inn.
"Excuse me." Her voice rang at the door and quickly reached the entire lobby.
"Do you want rabbits here?"
Everyone looked toward the door and saw a girl with short black hair and white clothes, wearing wooden clogs and carrying a long stick, with a bunch of fat gray hares with knotted ears hanging on the stick.
Her eyes were as black as paint, but her skin was white and somewhat transparent. She stood at the door and looked at everyone and said.
Then I saw the waiter blocking the door: "Come over, we don't accept rabbits here, you can go to other inns and ask."
Shang Jiuge looked at the young man in front of him who was dressed in soap clothes and blindfolded with black cloth, and turned his head: "Have I seen you somewhere?"
"Anyway, I haven't seen you, and we don't accept rabbits here!" Fang Bie said without hesitation, and skillfully took out ten dollars from his arms, just like sending a beggar: "Take it and buy some candies." Well, goodbye, don’t come back again.”
Shang Jiuge did not accept the other copper coins from Fang: "I want a bowl of sour plum soup, a little salt and seasonings. It would be great if there is flint to sell me. It hurts my hands to rub wood."
Fang Bie even heard a hint of pity in Shang Jiuge's words.
But is Fang Bie the kind of person who cherishes beauty and cherishes beauty?
"We only accept guests, but if you don't have money, you are not a guest." Fang Bie said firmly.
"I have rabbits." Shang Jiuge took down a rabbit and placed it in front of Fang Bing: "It's delicious."
"Rabbits are so cute and you eat rabbits! How could you be so cruel!" Fang Bie shook his head and said, "Besides, do you know that eating game will make you sick, but you still dare to eat game!"
Shang Jiuge was a little dazed by Fang Bie's training.
"But it's really delicious." Shang Jiuge said seriously.
At this moment, someone in the lobby said, "Can I see your rabbit?"
