In the past twenty years, Li Yizhu visited Geling Town dozens of times. Instead of going to the ostentatious restaurant in Qipuo, he chose an inconspicuous small restaurant called "Cheng San Table". Three Eight Immortals tables were set up, the proprietress was lying on the counter with a stern look on her face, and the waiter was listless and too lazy to talk to them.
Li Qixian stopped, frowned his delicate eyebrows, and muttered: "Dad, this place is dirty and dark, I won't go!"
Li Yizhu smiled "hehe", stepped into the restaurant first, sat down with a golden sword, patted the table and shouted: "Waiter, come over and order!"
Li Qixian couldn't resist him. He muttered and followed in unwillingly. Li Yizhu smiled and said: "Girl, don't show your face to others. When have I ever wronged you?"
The waiter greeted weakly: "Sir, what food and drinks would you like?"
"Here comes a roast goose, five pounds of beef cut into pieces, a large bowl of fried tofu, six sheep's hooves, a sheep's head, and a barrel of home-brewed liquor." Li Yizhu blurted out a long list without thinking.
Li Qixian sighed, stretched out his little finger and tapped on the mottled paint bench. No grease or dirt was found, and then he sat down carefully. After her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she realized what was special about this "Cheng San Table" store, that is, it was clean. The beams, columns, walls, floor tiles, counters, benches, and Eight Immortals tables were all wiped spotless. On the contrary, it makes people feel that the guests who come in are not very clean.
Li Yizhu noticed the subtle changes in his daughter's expression. He touched his unshaven chin, smiled and asked the two apprentices to sit down, not standing there like two logs.
The first bowl of food was brought to the table quickly. It was an ordinary coarse porcelain bowl with green edges and ordinary fried tofu. It was browned on both sides and looked unspectacular. Li Yizhu picked up a piece with chopsticks and threw it into his mouth, nodding his head as he ate. Li Qixian knew that his father was quite picky about his diet. If he could make him appreciate it so much by frying tofu, it would definitely taste good. Unable to resist the temptation, she took out a plain white handkerchief from her arms, wiped it carefully on her chopsticks, took a piece and put it into her mouth, savoring it carefully.
The tofu tastes mellow and slightly salty. Li Qixian smiled happily after eating it and asked curiously: "It's so fresh - what kind of umami taste is it?"
Li Yizhu said: "Guess which one of you guesses it correctly, and I will teach him a proud swordsmanship!"
The waiter in the shop brought another barrel of fragrant white wine, which was homemade, cheap and good quality. Guo Chuanlin was very discerning, got up and took the barrel, and steadily filled Li Yizhu's bowl without spilling a drop of the clear wine.
"The hand is very steady, the physical strength is good, and I can't practice swordsmanship. It is a good material for using a gun!" Li Yizhu praised in his heart, pinched the edge of the bowl with three fingers, raised his neck and drank it all in one breath, leaving no trace left.
Guo Chuanlin poured another bowl for his master, then his senior brother and junior sister, and finally it was his turn.
Li Qixian held the wine bowl with both hands and took a small sip. A spicy hot line flowed from the tip of his tongue through his throat and penetrated into his lower abdomen, like fire. Her cheeks were slightly red, she stuck out her tongue and exhaled, "It's spicy!" She fanned it with her hands and picked up a piece of tofu to relieve her hangover.
Guo Chuanlin took a few sips of wine and guessed: "Is it the delicious taste of the crickets?"
Li Yizhu slapped his thigh, "Not bad!"
Li Qixian rolled his eyes at Guo Chuanlin, put down the wine bowl and pushed it aside, and asked, "What is a cricket?"
Li Yizhu said: "It's a kind of dried seafood, extremely delicious. Chuanlin, where did you taste it?"
Guo Chuanlin paused and said sarcastically: "Mr. Han likes to eat, so he specially sent people to the southern seaside to buy it all the way to make porridge."
"So that's it... I heard that his ancestors were from Weiyang and later moved to Hetao. No wonder..." Li Yizhu was thoughtful.
"I haven't heard him talk about it." Guo Chuanlin took it to heart. He remembered that Han Bing said that "Qingcheng Sect offended Huashan Sect", which resulted in the disaster of annihilation. Li Yizhu found out Han Bing's origins like this Clearly, there must be a reason.
While they were talking, the waiter brought a large bowl of dry-cut beef and a bowl of spicy lamb trotters. Li Yizhu raised his chopsticks and made a circle, saying, "Come on, don't just talk, drink and eat meat! Qixian, please be respectful." Your two senior brothers!"
The beef was dyed red with red yeast rice, half fine and half fat, and the lamb's trotters were stewed to perfection, spicy and hot. Li Yizhu devoured the meat, and the big shots drank. He drank half a barrel of white wine in no time, and the sweat on his head was thick, and the blood accumulated in his chest. The blood was loose and dissipated with the smell of alcohol.
Li Qixian thought the sheep's trotters were too tender, so he only ate a few slices of beef, but didn't touch the white wine. When the sheep's hooves were served, he even flattened his mouth, frowned and muttered: "Dad likes to eat this kind of food." Countertop stuff!”
Li Yizhu said with a "hehe" smile: "Girl, try it, close your eyes and take a bite, you can't eat such delicious food in Luoyan Peak!"
"No - want -" Li Qixian said nothing and was not fooled. She only chose tofu and beef. The sheep's head was steaming hot, and her eyelids were half open and half closed. She didn't even dare to look at it.
Guo Chuanlin was having a mouthful of food when he saw light and shadow flickering out of his eyes. Another customer stepped into the restaurant and sat down at the counter. He asked loudly for a bowl of fried tofu, a sheep's head and a bucket of white wine.
Li Yizhu said: "Did you hear that? Those who come here to drink are all knowledgeable people. The fried tofu and sheep head in this store are extraordinary and cannot be eaten elsewhere..."
Guo Chuanlin felt that the new guest looked familiar, so he glanced at him quickly while pouring the wine. The man was of medium build, with a weathered face, a thick neck, bulging shoulders and chest full of strong muscles, his clothes were patched, and with poles and ropes at his feet, he looked like a hardworking mountain porter.
To the east of Jiaguan, there is a saying that "Henghe river trackers, Geling porters". There are countless porters making a living in Geling town, among which there are more distinctions between "mountain porters" and "river porters". Mountain porters trek through Geling. The river porters came to and from the dock without disturbing each other. The porters couldn't keep any money on hand, so they made a few money, and most of them ate and drank all their money. "Cheng Santable" was Xiaoguixiao, and the food and wine were not cheap. It was not a place they often visited. Li Yizhu was quite surprised and couldn't help but look at it a few more times. Eye.
A flash of inspiration flashed in Guo Chuanlin's mind, and he immediately remembered that the porter had appeared at Qin's house, coming and going in a hurry, his appearance hidden, and he just happened to catch him. When he asked about this person afterwards, Mr. Han said that he was the "Crow" under the command of the Marshal. There were seven or eight people in a group who dressed up in disguise and sneaked into the pass to inquire about the military situation. There was a trace of disdain in his tone, and he obviously did not think highly of them.
That "crow" was most likely coming for Li Yizhu!
Guo Chuanlin slowly gnawed on the sheep's hooves. There was no meat in the sheep's hooves, and the taste was all in the skin. Several thoughts flashed through his mind, and he quickly made up his mind to submit a "nomination". He dipped his index finger into a little white wine and placed it on the table. Write the word "fine work" on it. Hong Kun's face changed slightly, and his body was like a taut string. Li Yizhu remained calm. He drank up the white wine in the bowl and wiped the wine off the table.
