[Comprehensive martial arts] I heard that you want to draw cards

"As soon as General Zhao heard this, it was a big deal. As soon as he pulled out the big knife of the guard next to him, he slashed towards one side. When the knife went down, guess what, the scholar suddenly disappeared, and the only thing left on the ground was a green shirt..."

The tea is clear, the snacks are delicious, the temperature is comfortable, and the stories are novel.

Due to such a quiet and peaceful environment, the listeners are not consciously affected, and become a good listener who is civilized and polite-the melon seeds, shells and peels are not thrown around, and the tables, chairs and benches are not touched randomly.

As a storyteller with style and requirements, Yang Bowen was originally very satisfied with this environment.

——Yes, originally.

Originally, his audience listened intently to his lecture, and the salary offered by the small boss was high enough, so there was no need for him to disrupt his rhythm in order to ask for dozens of bounties.Although the number of audiences is not as large as when setting up a stall outside, it is full of knowledgeable people, applauding when it is time to applaud, applauding when it is time to applaud, it is still lively and lively.At the end of every day, I will take the initiative to leave rewards. This book is really comfortable.

but now--

Yang Bowen shook the folding fan in his hand, looked under the stage, ho!Of the 25 or six people in the audience, at least half of them were absent-minded. Today, they didn't put their minds on the storytelling at all, and they would glance towards the backyard from time to time.

Yang Bowen kept talking, but he couldn't help but intensify his inhalation, and looked towards the backyard.

In order to make it easier for Zhang Wu and Zhang Yong to transport things back and forth, the cotton curtain that separated the hall from the backyard was pulled back. It was too cold and the distance was not too large.In late autumn, in order to keep out the wind, Liang Sanyuan specially asked someone to make a custom-made door curtain, which fit perfectly with the door frame, and now a crack has been opened so that people don't have to struggle to open the door curtain.

And the reason why all the listeners are uneasy is precisely this gap that was originally only for the convenience of the guys to walk back and forth.

A tyrannical and strange fragrance passed through this gap, directly reaching everyone's side, lingering in the nostrils, making people's hearts itch.

Many people are wondering.Logically speaking, they shouldn't be. They are full for lunch, and melon seeds and peanuts can give people a sense of fullness while listening to the book. How could they be lured by this vague aroma to lure the gluttons in their stomachs?

The person sitting on the side couldn't hold back anymore, he beckoned to Zhang Yong who was waiting by the side.

Zhang Yong bent down and approached the guest, and asked in a low voice, "What's your order?"

Glancing at Yang Bowen, who seemed to have nothing else to do on stage, the guest also lowered his voice: "What are you doing in the backyard? It smells so good!"

Zhang Yong replied: "Boss Liang should be stewing braised meat. The marinade in our house is made of old hen and pork ribs. Dozens of precious seasonings are added. They are all good things. Our boss’s ancestral recipe. Have you tasted our boss’s craftsmanship? It’s delicious to show your hands casually. This pot took a lot of effort from him. Just think about how delicious it is! Not yet When it was good, I secretly tasted a small piece of it. The juice was thick and mellow, and the meat was crispy. I remembered this taste for three days! Now the stewed meat is finished, and the taste is amazing... "

He has never eaten pork but has seen pigs running. Zhang Yong is a good talker. He often watches Liang Sanyuan cook and learns a lot. At least this mouth is enough to bluff people.The people around him stretched out their ears to listen to him, Zhang Yong glanced over him from the corner of his eye, and many of them swallowed secretly.

With the rich aroma from the backyard and Zhang Yong's vivid description, some people have already decided to have dinner here, but some people are hesitant because of the price.

Zhang Yong is ready to make persistent efforts.At this time, the door curtain suddenly opened, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

I saw a little girl walking in with a small basin in both hands, and the porcelain bowl was full of things.In the pot, there are stewed trotters with bright red color and oily slag, big meaty, tender and delicious whole stewed chicken, brownish red stewed beef with strong sauce flavor, and some bits and pieces of duck gizzards and pork belly.

The meat is mellow, fat but not greasy, and the tempting smell permeates everywhere, instantly filling the entire hall.

Just by looking at it and smelling it, one can imagine the crispy, salty and juicy flavor.

In the world of martial arts, drinking and eating meat in big bowls is the favorite of most people. What food is more suitable than pure meat?

Being stared at by a group of elders with green eyes, He Ji was a little at a loss: "This..."

Zhang Yong stood up in time to help her out: "Xiao Ji, where are you going?"

Seeing someone she was familiar with, He Ji felt more at ease, and she replied, "Brother Liang asked me to send it to Ji Changchen's family."

Ji Changchen is the little fat guy from the school, and his home is not far from the inn.He has helped He Ji a lot, big and small, and Liang Sanyuan will remember this kindness for his sister, and will send some good things to Ji's family if he makes something good.

After going back and forth like this, Ji's family and the inn have developed some friendships as neighbors.

Zhang Yong naturally understood, he said with concern: "Be careful on the road."

He Ji nodded, tried his best to ignore the increasingly reluctant eyes behind him, opened the door and left.

Watching a piece of delicacy disappear before their eyes, the listeners lost their interest in listening to the book, and Mr. Yang, who has always been dedicated to his job, also lost the interest in storytelling. Like everyone else, now he just wants to have a good meal.

Yang Bowen closed his fan and put away the Xingmu and other things on the table.Everyone saw that he had packed up his things, he had no more scruples, and no longer cared about the copper and silver in his pocket, and hurriedly asked Zhang Yong if the inn could provide food now.

It was just past time, and it was not the time for the inn to sell dinner on weekdays.However, there is a saying that goes well—you don’t make money but you are a bastard. Zhang Yong thinks that although he is not as handsome and elegant as his little boss, he is still a handsome young man after all, and he is definitely not a bastard.

He was about to introduce today's dishes to the guests, but suddenly he heard a scream from the door.

It was He Ji's voice.

Having been together for many days, Zhang Yong already treated He Ji as his own sister. He had never heard He Ji make such a loud and ear-piercing sound. His expression changed, and he rushed to the door without caring about so many guests.

After the last unreasonable disaster, Zhang Yong had a better mind, and before he went out, he finally remembered to ask a guest to go to the backyard to call some people out.

When the small boss who was obsessed with cooking heard the news from the guests and put down the spatula, Wang Yao, who was eager to love her daughter, hurried to the main entrance of the hall, and saw a very funny scene——

At the door, He Ji hugged a small basin that was bigger than her face, trying to shrink herself behind Zhang Yong.In front of Zhang Yong was an old woman with a mean face, her voice was hoarse and her spittle was flying everywhere.Liang Sanyuan can even clearly see its crystal jumping traces in the soft winter sunlight—with the old lady as the center, the radius is 3 meters.

Liang Sanyuan silently rubbed aside, trying not to be affected by this biochemical weapon.

However, he may have avoided the old woman's saliva, but he couldn't avoid her voice, and the vulgar and sharp curses pierced through the eardrums.

In addition to the three protagonists He Ji, Zhang Yong and the old lady, there is a circle of people around, half of them are the book-listening guests in the inn, and half of them are all kinds of idlers attracted by the old lady's yelling to watch the excitement.

The old woman's eyes were extremely sharp, and she saw Wang Yao who had just come out in the crowd at a glance. She changed the subject, ended the abuse of He Ji, and brought the topic to Wang Yao.

The old woman's voice was shrill: "Everyone, come and have a look, look at this ungrateful daughter-in-law of our old He's family! After her father died, I felt sorry for her and had no one to take care of her, and let her marry into my family directly. Bones is serving her with water and cooking, I don’t feel wronged, I just want to have a harmonious and beautiful family, but she followed her fickle mother, as shameless as her mother who died early!"

Liang Sanyuan frowned slightly.

Ever since he was possessed by Yimulian with a holy buff, he, who is already easy-going, has automatically added a soft filter to everyone.In his opinion, a big man who was so excited to throw his cup and bowl while listening to a book in the inn can be regarded as being frank and cute if he is three points reckless-of course, if cute is cute, he still has to pay for it.

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