[Xianze] Danbo Bookstore Jiangnan Branch

*This chapter is also known as Jiangnan Tourism Ambassador Fan Xian and Xiaolongbao Food Blogger Fan Jun

Once he accepted the setting of Li Chengze as "Fan Jun, Dean of Danbo Bookstore Jiangnan Branch", Fan Sizhe gradually faded away his fear and fear of Li Chengze, and began to discuss the development of the bookstore with him seriously after a few days.

Although Li Chengze claimed to be ignorant of the ways of merchants, he had his own set of management rules for the branch bookstore. From the accountant to the bookstore staff, there were regulations. The system was orderly and the penalties were clear.Often, Li Chengze only needs to say a simple idea to his subordinates, and the subordinates can immediately perform their duties and implement his requirements in place.

Fan Sizhe was so amazed that he almost didn't worship Li Chengze as his teacher.Fan Xian held him in the position where he was about to prostrate, and whispered, "I'm afraid you have forgotten that what he almost wanted to manage was not the small bookstore, but the whole world."

Only then did Fan Sizhe recall the voice and smile of His Royal Highness the second prince who was decisive and ruthless, and walked aside with a smirk.Fan Sizhe secretly broke into a cold sweat for Fan Xian: Although he knew that his brother always fell into a well with a huge rock, wouldn't mentioning this matter add salt to Li Chengze's deepest wound?

On the contrary, Li Chengze didn't care much, he tilted his head, and recalled: "You probably don't believe it. When I was a child, I made a prayer for sky lanterns during the Mid-Autumn Festival. I made a wish for the first time when I was five years old. My first wish was: to repair books, collect books, and open a bookstore." .”

"For a prince from Kyoto, isn't this wish very simple?" Fan Sizhe said.

Li Chengze shook his head with a smile and said: "For a prince from Kyoto, this wish is too extravagant. Later, this lamp did not fly to the Heavenly Palace, but landed in the royal father's bedroom. He was furious and scolded me for being idle and careless." The world, severely punished me."

Fan Xian folded his hands and said with a smile, "I'm similar to you. The first time I made a wish, I said: I want to live a good life. The fat housekeeper in Danzhou made fun of it, saying that this young master of the Fan family has no ambitions and cannot become a talent."

"'Live well'?" Li Chengze let out a "ha" and nodded Fan Xian's head from the air with his hand, "Fan Xian, you turned the capital upside down, upside down, but your original intention was to survive. Eldest Princess Quan I know, I must spit out Meng Potang in anger."

"Brother Fan Yun, let's be each other," Fan Xian did not want to be outdone, "You, a force in the capital that turns your hands into clouds and rains your hands, once only wanted to be a literary youth. Bundi..."

Fan Sizhe had been listening to their chat with a smile, but suddenly realized that the atmosphere was going in a strange direction.And he still didn't understand when the tone of the two sides gradually changed from joking to attacking each other.

"I was forced by the situation."

"Coincidentally, I was also forced to be helpless."

Seeing that the two men's words became more and more sharp, and Fan Sizhe was caught in the middle, he suddenly understood why the deputy of the bookstore was afraid when he thought of the three-day naming battle for the name of the branch.Once these two people meet, they will fight each other, and neither of them will give in.The unlucky ones in the end...of course, are the innocent people watching.

In the end, Fan Xian simply touched the table with both hands, stepped forward, and fixed his eyes on the thin man in front of him: "If you can do it, don't make any noise. Now that Xie Bi'an is not here, why don't we see this time, whether it is Jian Kuai or I catch you faster?"

Li Chengze simply moved his head closer, his forehead hair had already touched the bridge of Fan Xian's nose.He smiled strangely, but his tone was as dangerous as glass that was about to shatter, killing everyone around him.

"Ha! Try it, little Fan Shixian, you can try it."

Fan Sizhe saw that the situation was getting more and more out of hand, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and he shouted in desperation:

"—Aha!"

Sure enough, it immediately attracted the attention of the two.Under the stare of two pairs of deep and dangerous eyes like wolves, Fan Sizhe clenched his fists, and courage burst out of his chest.

Mother said that a real man is not afraid of danger, and this moment is his heroic moment!

Fan Sizhe arched his head, exposed his front teeth, smiled like a sunflower, and asked, "Brother, I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"

The former second prince once said that the beauty of Kyoto lies not in the mansions but in the back alleys of the streets, although the main impression he left on the people of Kyoto is that wherever he goes, the fields need to be cleared without any grass growing.

When the words of the former second prince were buried in the coffin together with his name, Fan Jun, who was born in the south of the Yangtze River, had a different attitude towards the street scene.

Fan Xian led Fan Sizhe and Li Chengze, who were still pretending to be frantically hungry, out together, and Fan Ruoruo followed.As for Li Hongcheng, after receiving Li Chengze's task, he set off back to Beijing in good spirits, and made an appointment to report the progress by flying pigeons today.

A few people first swam into the alleys of Hangzhou in a carriage, then got off the car and walked together, with Fan Xian leading the way, they walked around the Qingshiban Road in seven turns and eight turns, and finally walked into a streetside shop with many diners and a strong aroma.

"Xiao Er," he opened the curtain, sat down on the free bench with ease, and said, "Two baskets of meat buns, two baskets of tofu buns, and four bowls of soy milk."

Xiao Er was obviously familiar with him, so he happily called Master Fan, thanking him for taking care of the business, and then entered the steamy back kitchen to prepare.

Fan Xian suddenly remembered Li Chengze's troublesome problem of being unpopular, but when he turned his head, he found that Li Chengze had already sat down on the simple wooden chair on his right side, with one leg crossed habitually.

Li Chengze just bought a story book at a second-hand book stall passing by, and he is currently immersed in reading it with relish.Feeling someone's gaze for a while, he raised his head in confusion, and saw Fan Xian staring at him with piercing eyes.

"...Huh?" He raised his chin, meaning that if you have something to ask, don't disturb my reading.

"Huh!?" Fan Xian frowned, meaning you didn't find anything unreasonable.

Li Chengze looked around with a calm expression, looked at the people around him who were engrossed in eating deliciously, raised the corners of his mouth and nodded: "Yeah."

"Yeah, um." Fan Xian also nodded, and suddenly realized that he could afford extra performers today, so he didn't need to maintain aloof personality. *

So Li Chengze continued to lower his head to read the book, and Fan Xian also turned his head to chat casually with the shop owner who was busy in the back kitchen, leaving only Fan Sizhe sitting in the middle with question marks on his face, and finally broke out: "No... what do you two mean by talking for a long time? It's constipation. It's still a mime, who can explain it?"

Fan Ruoruo grabbed his hand and made a silent gesture.

Fan Sizhe couldn't help it: "The two of them were arguing to the death just now, and I devoted my whole life of acting skills to resolve the crisis. Why did it start in the blink of an eye? Hmm! Hmm! Eyes and signals, why am I so wronged?" I?"

"Oh," Fan Ruoruo covered her mouth and smiled, "There is a word that can be used for enemies and people who have a good heart."

"What word?" Fan Sizhe leaned forward curiously.

Fan Ruoruo said mysteriously: "Bringing in."

running in?Fan Sizhe chewed these two words for a long time, and couldn't think of anything except the old donkey grinding corn. Just as he was about to ask, he heard Xiao Er yelling: "Xiaolongbaozi, tofu steamed buns—"

Four drawers of fragrant steamed buns were placed on the long table, and Xiao Er quickly took out four bowls of fragrant white soybean milk from the cauldron, and each added a pinch of white sugar that Ms. Ye benefited the people of the Qing Dynasty. It was brought up twitchily, please use it slowly.

Li Chengze had just been hooked by the smell of meat and flour around him, so he could only quench his thirst by reading. Now he moved the book away, moved the tip of his nose a few times, and a sincere smile appeared on his face.

The small steamed buns in front of them were round and hot, and the whole body was white, only the bottom and tip of the buns showed a little brown broth, and fresh green onion and white sesame seeds were sprinkled on the top.People in Jiangnan have a small appetite, and each steamed bun is made into a fat, glutinous rice ball-sized bun, which is particularly gratifying.

Li Chengze grabbed the chopsticks and was about to grab them, but Fan Xian quickly stopped him with the chopsticks: "Wait." In Li Chengze's real killing intent, he explained slowly: "At first glance, he looks like a foreigner. He doesn't even know how to eat. I don't know."

As he spoke, he fetched four small dishes from the table, poured some soybean soy sauce and mature vinegar on each, and dropped a small spoonful of red chili sauce made of chopped millet pepper into the mixed vinegar sauce, and handed it to the remaining three people.

"Small steamed buns in the south of the Yangtze River have different styles even if they are separated by a few villages. In the north, I like to eat thin-skinned soup dumplings, but here I like to eat meat buns made of dough. Stick it with vinegar, swallow it in one bite, and bite in half, each has its own flavor."

"Yeah, yeah." Li Chengze only had Fatty Bai in his heart, so he agreed perfunctorily. He lifted up his chopsticks and savagely stirred the steamed buns in the vinegar, and then stuffed them into his mouth.The outer skin was cold, but the meat filling and the inner skin covered with broth were still hot. He was so full of breath that he ate it, and said nonsense with his tongue: "Okay, delicious!"

He lowered his chopsticks and moved it to the tofu steamed buns. The steamed buns were all thin-skinned and filled with marinated fresh tofu and soup. When he lifted the tip of the buns, the soup inside the buns was still rolling back and forth.Li Chengze dipped a soup bag in vinegar, bit off a corner of the dough and sucked the soup, the umami taste spread in his mouth, he was so hot that he refused to put down his chopsticks, a thin layer of sweat emerged from his head.

After his demonstration, the Fan family brothers and sisters also understood the specific way to eat, not to mention that Li Chengze ate eagerly and happily, which made people have an appetite for no reason.So the two began to bury their heads and eat heartily, and all three people on the table exclaimed, "It's so hot, it's hot", "It's delicious", and "One more basket".

Looking around, it also looks like a busy market.There are diners alone, and there are diners with their families. Every table is steaming hot, exuding the aroma of meat buns and tofu. From time to time, someone urges Xiaoer to have another bowl of soy milk, and there is an oil seller not far away. pass by.All living beings are integrated into one scene, each with its own differences.

After a while, there was only the last one of the several drawers of meat buns in front of him. Fan Xian picked it up with chopsticks, but Li Chengze knocked it off and stuffed it into his mouth provocatively.

"Have you never eaten in your life?" Fan Xian complained, and moved his chopsticks to the last tofu bun, which was snatched by Fan Sizhe halfway.He finally understood that he had lost in terms of momentum.

"I'm just here to let you have a taste, and I want to take you to eat fried dough sticks later, eat slowly!"

Eat it, Fan Xian murmured in his heart, luckily I also had KFC McDonald's Haidilao brother Laoguan Bingkuo drop a little bit of Heytea...you can't even envy you.

But after Fan Xian thought about it, he could make a recipe for fried chicken, so that the second child of the Li family, who had never seen the world, could see the good crystallization of modern civilization.Look at his eating like a starving ghost...

As soon as Fan Xian turned his gaze, he saw Li Chengze put the last bun into his mouth, took another sip of sweet soy milk, two blushes rolled on his cheeks, his mouth bulged as he chewed, and the corners of his eyes turned red. Drunken and moved.

... quite a sense of happiness.

Li Chengze rolled back and lay on his side on the slender wooden chair, the ends of his hair tied on top of his head were about to touch Fan Xian who was sitting beside him.He let out a long sigh, and exclaimed, "Fan Xian, I deserve it."

Fan Xian turned his head and saw Li Chengze lying in a mess, his eyes half-closed as if drunk, muttering something.He suddenly thought of that night, when he was wearing moonlight and turned into the palace to go to a dead end, Li Chengze was also lying on the ground like this.

He personally mixed poisoned wine for Li Chengze, and deliberately sandwiched the porcelain into the page of poems he had read to his eyes—even he himself did not understand why he did this.He waited for the night to fall, for how one of his old enemies in this world would read his poems by candlelight and drink death down his head.

Li Chengze swayed and fell to the ground in front of him.Like a handful of fragile but still highly poisonous mercury, it fell on the ground and splashed in all directions, black blood flowed from the corner of the mouth, and the eyes were determined.Such a rapidly withering death is destined to be beautiful, it means some kind of unforgettable perfection, and it also reminds Fan Xian of the death of the swan: the swan will swim to the center of the lake with the last bit of strength when it knows that its death is approaching, and in the moonlight At the moment when the color and cicadas are in full bloom, gently bend your neck, and proudly solidify into a ball of pure white snow velvet.

The same is true for Li Chengze. He maintained his dignity until the last moment. His dying pupils gradually slackened, but he stared at Fan Xian, as if telling Fan Xian word by word: I am not waiting for you to persuade you. Me, asking you to save me is to let you remember me, always remember my death, my collapse, and my obsession.

Until the dead.

Then, why did this proud and vicious man choose to take the same antidote and become the dean of the academy lying on his side again? Is it because of his freedom?But in the final analysis, what is the freedom in his eyes, and what is the freedom in his own eyes.Could it be that freedom can be achieved only by leaving the capital, leaving Emperor Qing, and leaving royal disputes?

So far, only Xiaolongbao freedom has been realized.

Fan Xian pulled himself out of his thoughts, only to find that Li Chengze had been staring at him from top to bottom when he was distracted, with indescribable emotions in his fixed eyes.But Fan Xian met his eyes, but Li Chengze turned his head away.

Fan Xian found it funny and asked, "What do you see me doing?"

Li Chengze sat up, brushed off the broken hair on his forehead, regained his original noble royal posture, and easily retorted: "Why does little Fan Shixian think that I am looking at you...and why do I want to look at you?"

Fan Xian picked up the three people's leftovers and devoured them without confronting him directly: "Forget it if you don't admit it. In my fairyland, there is a special word to describe a person like you."

Speaking of fairyland, Li Chengze became interested: "Let's hear it."

"It's tiring."

"……Um?"

"Aojiao has always heard of it."

"Never."

Fan Ruoruo, who had been watching for a long time after eating, interjected, "Brother, you only said one word just now, why did you say two different words all of a sudden?"

"These two words have the same meaning. It's just that one is Japanese and the other..." Seeing that everyone was getting more and more confused, Fan Xian tried to explain: "Dongying is a country that is rich in paper people."

Fan Ruoruo shook his head: "I've never heard of it, brother, which side of the map is the country of Dongying? Who is the neighboring country? Is Japanese the language of other countries?"

During the three consecutive questions from my sister, Fan Xian rubbed his temples, and finally sighed regretfully, "...forget what I just said."

"Brother," Fan Sizhe patted Fan Xian on the shoulder at the right time, with a look of understanding his pain, "I won't say anything else, I'll just ask...do the paper man make money?"

When the three brothers and sisters laughed together, Li Chengze listened quietly with his chin resting, and glanced thoughtfully at Fan Xian——when he faced the Fan family brothers and sisters, his expression was always relaxed with all guards off, but just now Because of this, Li Chengze grasped the gap.

He intuitively realized that just now Fan Xian had revealed an unknown flaw, and this secret was probably known to very few people, perhaps not even the brothers and sisters of the Fan family had noticed.

TBC