Zhang Wenbiao smiled and said: "It's nothing unsightly. I'm just curious. There must be a poem written by someone here. How did it get scratched off?"
The waiter scratched his head and said, "It's okay if you don't tell me. It's not a good thing. I'll tell the kitchen to make whatever the two distinguished guests want to eat."
Zhang Wenbiao waved his hand and said, "Tell me what's going on first."
The waiter smiled and said: "Why do you ask this?"
Under Wei Cen's slightly twinkling gaze, Zhang Wenbiao took out a hundred dollars and put it on the table and said, "Just tell us a story. I just want to know why."
The waiter was obviously hesitant, but he was reluctant to part with the hundreds of dollars piled on the table. After thinking about it, he finally said in a low voice: "Are the two distinguished guests coming from other places? Don't you know that something big has happened in Qingyang County?"
Zhang Wenbiao raised his head and asked directly: "We just entered the city. I don't know what the big deal is."
"Hey, how should I put it? In fact, it's not just Qingyang's business. I think you two should be big shots. How can you not know the major events that happened in the court recently?"
The waiter narrowed his eyes, and then said mysteriously: "You two, don't underestimate us. There are so many important officials in the Tang Dynasty, even our left prime ministers Feng Yanji and Feng Xiangye have a close relationship with the shop. Deep. Many people come to Qingyang County every year, and they especially like to go to small shops to drink and recite poems. Every day, there is an endless stream of guests!
Well, you see, the top one is the poem inscribed by the Privy Councilor Chen Shixiang, that is the poem by the Privy Councilor Wei Shixiang, and there are many more poems by famous officials! They came here to drink and compose poems, and then wrote them on the walls.
It’s just that there were rumors not long ago that Prime Minister Feng was in great trouble. He was trapped in Dali Temple, and it was probably going to be bad... When you entered the city today, you didn’t hear that many high officials from the imperial court were here. Qingyang? I guess it's all because of Prime Minister Feng's affairs. The court is fighting openly and secretly. Some are happy and others are worried. Let me tell you, did you know that there is a big man living in seclusion in Jiuhua Mountain? He - "
"Ahem!" Wei Cen suddenly coughed heavily, secretly thinking that this guy must have been new to Banished Immortal Residence not long ago, so why did he start talking nonsense, and then glanced at the guy fiercely, his originally beaming expression immediately changed. In panic, the waiter realized that he would be wrong if he said too much. He quickly raised his hand and lightly slapped his cheek a few times, then lowered his head and stepped aside.
"Let me ask you something, and answer it honestly." Wei Cen put away his stern eyes and lowered his voice and asked: "The poem that was shoveled away on the wall is Prime Minister Feng's! This is yours The shopkeeper instructed you?"
Seeing that some of the guards behind Wei Cen had fierce looks in their eyes, the waiter quickly leaned over and said honestly: "Your guest is really smart, that's true! My shopkeeper ordered people to shovel away the poems written by Feng Xiang five or six days ago, and we didn't do anything at that time. I understand, now I understand. It turns out that the shopkeeper is really far-sighted and may have heard some rumors in advance.
After all, if Feng Xiangruo was really convicted, how could his poems remain in the restaurant? Do you think so? "
Wei Cen's heart moved, and he opened his mouth slightly as if he wanted to ask, but Zhang Wenbiao stood up and nodded very naturally: "I see, it's bad luck for people to have the right way, even pigs and dogs hate it! This is human nature. This hundred-article reward is you."
The waiter thanked him profusely and happily pocketed a hundred coins.
"What do you two eat?"
Zhang Wenbiao smiled and said: "We are new here and don't know what you are best at. You can recommend a few special dishes. Money is not an issue."
"That's a lot. The shop's specialty is rock-ear chicken, stinky mandarin fish, Yipin hot pot, wild rice dumplings..." When it comes to his own dishes, the guy immediately started talking about them.
Zhang Wenbiao was stunned when he heard this, and waved his hand: "Stop, I want special dishes. Dishes that are not available anywhere else except what you have here are called specialties. Do you understand?"
The waiter scratched his head and thought for a while and said: "There is no other place besides our house, right? Then how about cooking with food from the Jiuhua Mountains? Jiuhua Saner, Tiantai Shuangdong, Steamed Mountain Phoenix, Braised Four Fresh Foods... .There is also a dish of stinky mandarin fish. Although this dish is widely spread throughout Chizhou, only the stinky mandarin fish in my banished fairy house is the most delicious, because if the fish is not cooked properly, it will have a weird taste and be difficult to eat. And I, who is banished to immortality, am good at this."
Zhang Wenbiao glanced at Wei Cen. He had never heard of any of these dishes. Let's wait and see if he wants them. Wei Cen didn't seem to be thinking about this, he just waved his hand impatiently and said: "Then let's try a piece of stinky mandarin fish."
The waiter was stunned and said: "But... I can't make this dish for you two now."
Zhang Wen showed displeasure and frowned: "Why are you so lively if you can't do it? Are you kidding us?"
The waiter hurriedly explained: "That's right, only my shopkeeper can make this dish. He has a secret cooking method that no one else knows. But now our shopkeeper is not in the store, so it is not convenient to make this dish."
Wei Cen's heart stirred again, and he asked calmly: "Excuse me, has your shopkeeper gone into the mountain?"
There was a trace of hesitation in the clerk's eyes, and then he said with a naive smile: "How dare you ask me about this shopkeeper's matter? Our shopkeeper won't let me mention it. Anyway, the shopkeeper has been hard to find these days. This distinguished guest, do you have something important to do? Are you looking for our shopkeeper?"
Wei Cen suddenly asked: "When did your shopkeeper enter the mountain today?"
The waiter was obviously caught off guard, and then he took a deep breath and smiled: "What do you mean, distinguished guest?"
Wei Cen waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I'm just asking casually. Let's get some of your specialty dishes, some light vegetarian dishes, and by the way, a bottle of good wine."
Then with a twinkle in his eye, he added: "Remember, wine needs hot water to warm it up first, and it should be stored in a silver pot, not isolated from the fire."
The waiter looked surprised, then agreed, bowed in an extremely humble manner, and then hurried downstairs.
After the footsteps disappeared, Zhang Wenbiao, who had been puzzled for a long time, looked at the silent Wei Cen and asked: "Mr. Wei, your question just now is very strange. I really can't understand it. Can you give me some advice?" ?Who is the shopkeeper of this banished fairy house? Didn’t that guy say that he has been hard to find these days? Why did you know that he went into the mountains today? Are these things related to the business we have to do and the people we want to see? ?”
Wei Cen snorted lightly and said with a smile: "Zhang Yuhou, please be patient and wait and see. Have some tea."
Then Wei Cen rolled up his sleeves and took the tea and was about to drink it, but he saw Wei San behind him reaching out to stop him: "Please wait a moment!" After saying that, he took out a silver needle from his armor and tried it in Wei Cen's tea, and then came to I tried it in Zhang Wenbiao’s tea cup.
Zhang Wenbiao chuckled and said: "Why, is Minister Wei afraid that someone will poison him?"
Before the master could speak, Wei San hurriedly said: "The minister is so noble, you need to be cautious when going out. You must be on guard! Zhang Yuhou, it's not like you don't know this along the way, so it's better to be careful in case you fall into someone else's trap." Dao'er..."
"What a waste! Where is this Immortal Residence?"
Wei Cen glanced back with some dissatisfaction, and was so shocked that Wei San quickly put away the silver needle and bowed his head to apologize. Then he relaxed his brows and said calmly: "Well, this is the first time for you guards to follow the truth here. , out of loyalty, I won’t blame you for the truth!”
Wei San swallowed, quickly bowed his hands and said, "Thank you, Prime Minister, for your magnanimity!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs outside, followed by a stern and old voice: "The way to cook wine is to warm it with hot water. To store wine, silver bottles are the first, followed by porcelain bottles. , the tin bottle is at the bottom. All wine is best when it is warm at first, and the taste will be reduced when it is warmed again. If you are eager to serve guests, warm it over a fire. Although the taste is good, it is hot in nature and is not suitable for the mouth... .”
Zhang Wenbiao saw that the sudden human voice was getting closer and closer. He inexplicably kowtowed and held down the sword on the table, and then glanced at Wei Cen.
The guards of the Wei Mansion behind him also showed cautious expressions, and gathered behind various screens to guard the entrance and exit. Only Wei Cen was not afraid at all and drank tea calmly as usual.
"...I will always remember this wonderful way of warming wine by Minister Wei!"
The old voice paused as an old man in black robe entered. The guards of the Wei Mansion were about to rush forward to restrain the uninvited guest, but they saw Wei Cen standing up and stepping forward to stop Wei San and others from being reckless. After this move, he raised his hands in a rare respectful gesture.
Zhang Wenbiao took a closer look and was suddenly confused. Isn't this the old man in black robe who stood alone outside the crowd before the county government today?
The old man in black robe glanced at the soldiers around him and calmly held his hands in his hands and said: "Mr. Wei, you are well and well!"
Wei Cen seemed to be very afraid of this person. He showed a more humble expression and said with a smile: "Wei Cen, thank you, Shopkeeper Song, for thinking about me! May I ask Shopkeeper Song, how is your health these days?"
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