Wulong Inn

Seeing the students entering their booths one by one, Mr. Xu breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the chief officer's seat above him. For most of the day, his kung fu was firstly physical activity and later mentally devastated. Now he only feels Weary.

Mr. Wu is very lively, humming a little tune with a different tune, walking in square steps, and patrolling around the examination room, his eyes are full of interest.Speaking of which, the Inner Dragon Gate of Zhongdu Gongyuan is also a place full of legends. In the early years, there were rumors that this shed was haunted. It was said that the Gongyuan was full of resentment from unqualified students, which made candidates feel resentful when they were taking exams. Inadvertently answering, some students died suddenly while taking the exam, which made this statement very popular.Later, in order to quell the panic, the Ministry of Rites specially allocated money to invite a well-known Taoist priest in Zhongdu to exorcise evil spirits.

Of course, Mr. Wu is quite disapproving of this statement. He has been on the battlefield all year round, and he thinks that he is full of evil spirits, but he is not afraid of evil spirits. What interests him is a few very interesting stories he heard from his colleagues. Duanzi, thinking of the mocking look on the colleague's face when he said it, Mr. Wu only felt full of interest.

No, before I walked a few steps, I heard an exclamation in front of me, Mr. Wu thought it was coming, and hurried over.Before he got close, he could smell the smoky smell. Mr. Wu looked out of the window curiously, and saw a thin candidate screaming and flapping the flames on his sleeve. Mr. Wu came over. , he seemed to have seen a savior, and hissed with tears: "My lord, save me!".

Master Wu saw that he was crying miserably, so he put aside his jokes and pouted to the side of the narrow room. The examinee took a look and saw a small clay pot filled with clear water standing against the wall. He reacted quickly. He rushed forward with a stride and poured water all over his body, and then he let out a long sigh of relief. Seeing the student's distressed appearance, Mr. Wu curled his lips in disdain, and said to himself, these sour scholars are really As timid as a mouse, he ignored the unlucky guy who had exhausted his drinking water for two days and strode forward.

Before he had gone far, he heard a sound of dingling and bangling not far away. Master Wu raised his thick eyebrows, thinking to himself what's the matter, and walked forward quickly, and saw thick smoke billowing from the shed. There were a few sergeants poking around there earlier, Mr. Wu pushed aside the crowd and looked into the room. Accompanied by a strong smell of paste, he saw a candidate in a long-sleeved gown fumbling with a few cooking utensils at hand. , I don't know what he stewed into the pot, the smell of paste came from there.

Seemingly embarrassed by the crowd, the examinee finally looked out of the house pitifully, so Master Wu suddenly saw a big painted face blackened by the smoke, and Master Wu looked at it. At this point, I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The sergeants around also endured it for a long time, and they couldn't help laughing out loud when they heard the sound, laughing so hard that the examinee felt ashamed, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Master Wu laughed enough, waved the crowd away, leaving the examinee to fight against the thick smoke alone, and continued to patrol forward, and saw some people who had made themselves ashamed by sweeping the dust in the house, some who were dazed with cooking utensils, and some Holding the moldy quilt is like mourning a concubine.

Along the way, Mr. Wu was eye-opening and at the same time very happy. Since then, he has taken the colleague's evaluation that most of the scholars can't take care of themselves, and he believes that what the colleague told him is that some students can't take care of themselves when they take the exam. The anecdote about being fainted by the bedpan in his own shed is definitely not groundless.

With a rare good mood, Mr. Wu looked down with great interest. He didn't know how long he had walked, but suddenly, he stopped in his tracks a little abruptly.

Sniffing as if aware of it, after confirming that he smelled a scent of rice, Mr. Wu couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise, and then walked quickly towards the source of the aroma.

This time, none of the scenes that Mr. Wu expected appeared, no messy houses, no flustered examinees, and he saw that the square inch of the land had been cleaned long ago, and all the sundries had been put in order. The slender boy was half squatting in a corner of the room, skillfully lighting a fire and cooking. The fragrance came from the rice porridge in the pot.

The heat is just right, Mr. Wu looked at it twice and couldn't help thinking to himself, he saw that the young man was calmly boiling the porridge in the pot again and then simmering it slowly, then he took out a bowl from his side and finished it batter and a few eggs.

Is this for pancakes?Swallowing his saliva, Mr. Wu thought with some uncertainty.Soon, his thoughts were confirmed. He saw the young man spread a thin layer of oil in the frying pan, then slowly poured the prepared batter into the frying pan, waited for a while, and then cracked the eggs into the pan. Scattered, a set of movements flowed smoothly, obviously spent a lot of effort in the kitchen.

Looking at the seemingly soft and delicious finished product, Mr. Wu felt astonished that his eyes almost popped out. What made him even more astonished was that the young man spread out the pancakes, which seemed to be insufficient. Two pocket earthen pots, but it is the noodle sauce and kimchi that have been prepared a long time ago.

With his mouth half open, watching the young man unhurriedly get everything in order, Mr. Wu only felt that the seemingly unbreakable cognition he had just established was suddenly broken. Cook, didn't everyone say that this sour Confucian doesn't distinguish between four bodies and five grains? Mr. Wu was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him.

After standing for a while, Mr. Wu only felt that the more he watched, the more hungry he became. The resentment that he could only see but not eat made him feel bad, so he stopped self-torture and decided to patrol other sheds to relieve his mood.

Before leaving, he looked at the thin young man's back, and snorted angrily, thinking maliciously, this kid has so many tricks, his knowledge must be bad, as if this can make his mood better

Mr. Wu's angry snort before leaving made Gao Fei turn his face in a daze, but he saw nothing except a tangled figure from behind.

Gao Fei didn't care too much. He turned his head, looked at the meals in front of him, and thought about how to use simple ingredients to make the dinner more substantial. That person was hurt, he thought with a worried face.

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