Misfiring

Although Ying Yang said he wanted to eat the most expensive buffet, Cheng Mo still took him to a health porridge restaurant.

After getting out of the car, he leaned on Cheng Mo and went to the door to have a look. Ying Yang immediately felt cheated and was about to explode, but Cheng Mo blocked him back with one sentence: "This one is also expensive."

"……Fine."

The name of the store is simple and rude, and the owner probably wants to take the path of vulgarity and elegance. The vermilion lacquer plaque is engraved with four big green characters of "Youjia Congee Restaurant", with strong strokes and full of style.

After entering the door, Ying Yang finally confirmed that what Cheng Mo said was true.The magnificent antique building almost blinded his eyes as soon as he saw it. The store is not very big. There are only about a dozen tables by visual inspection, but the attendance rate is very high. All kinds of diners are partly knowledgeable and partly admiring. When they came, the busy waiters dressed as waiters and warmly greeted them to sit down.

"A guest is here—please come to the two masters."

The sharp-eyed waiter, seeing the gauze on Ying Yang's forehead, led them to a relatively quiet window seat, separated by a semi-arched carved wooden railing, and the voices of people in the store instantly disappeared.

"This is the menu of the shop, please have a look."

The menu is a small rattan blue thread-bound book, which is almost the same as a martial arts secret book. After opening it, Ying Yang only knows two of the five words, so he pushed the book towards Cheng Mo with a straight face: " You order."

Cheng Mo also decided to come here after seeing the good reviews of this store when he was just navigating. It was also the first time for a big girl to get on a sedan chair.

After receiving the menu, I saw a dish on the top page, accompanied by a picture drawn in ink and wash. I expected that ordering the dishes should not be difficult.

However, it's a pity that there are a few rows of Zanhua Xiaokai in a row below the accompanying picture, in traditional characters, and the names of the dishes are mysterious, and there is a corresponding poem next to it.

Not to mention the friendly four-character quatrains, Cheng Mo couldn't help but cast a sympathetic look at Ying Yang.

He is most afraid of Qilu or something.

I struggled for a while between the elegant "Jade and White Jade" and "Fairy Mushroom and Golden Phoenix", thinking that Ying Yang's passion for flesh and blood has probably weakened his foundation by wine, sex and wealth, and he should be supplemented well, so Cheng Mo thoughtfully chose the latter: "That's it. Add another side dish, uh... coir raincoat cucumber. Let's do it first, thank you."

"Okay, one each of fairy mushroom, golden phoenix, coir raincoat and courgette—" After shouting, the waiter bowed slightly to take away the menu, "Master, please wait a moment, the dishes will be here soon."

Immediately afterwards, someone brought a long-mouthed copper pot and refilled tea for them respectively. Ying Yang was dumbfounded, and when he finally calmed down, Cheng Mo couldn't help laughing and said, "How about it, is it the treatment of 'Master'?"

Ying Yang quickly cleared up his expression and coughed lightly: "Cough, usually there are still songs."

"This is a porridge restaurant."

"Hey, where are you thinking? Why are your thoughts so erotic? There can't be entertainers in porridge restaurants? There are still face-changing people in hot pot restaurants."

"Yes, yes, yes." Cheng Mo couldn't speak to him, "What do you want to hear?"

"Eighteen touches."

Went around and came back.

Cheng Mo just picked up the teacup, but luckily it hasn't been brought to his mouth, otherwise he might have choked on it: "You still know eighteen touches."

"That's right." Ying Yang could be proud, "How about it, sing a chant for the master, is 100 yuan enough for you once?"

Cheng Mo said with a wooden face, "Not enough."

"Then two hundred and five."

"Minus fifty." Taking a sip of tea to soothe his throat, Ying Yang wanted to argue, but Cheng Mo argued with him, "Master, let's start."

"My master can only do it, but can't sing." In fact, Ying Yang can't really remember the words, "Besides, if my condition is introduced, it will be worth at least five figures."

"Well... more than that."

"Such a compliment?" Ying Yang was coaxed into joy by him, "Sure, I'll give you a [-]% discount for being so good, how about it, just make an appointment for tonight, lord?"

Unexpectedly, Cheng Mo was about to withdraw after driving up the prices: "I can't afford it."

Ying Yang was not angry, instead he lightly kicked the toe of his shoe under the table, and said seriously, "I'll give it to you."

"what?"

"Six-figure market value, do you want it? After passing this village..."

"No." Cheng Mo said as he retracted his legs.

"...and this store, fuck, chain store!" After speaking, Ying Yang finally couldn't help but glared at him, "Are you looking for a beating?!"

Just at this time, the attentive waiter came over with a pot full of hot porridge: "Come on—the fairy mushroom and golden phoenix are falling into the mundane world, you two take it easy."

Ying Yang raised his eyes and finally knew what it was.Fairy Mushroom Golden Phoenix, commonly known as Oyster Mushroom Chicken.

And cucumbers in coir raincoats—actually dismembered cucumbers coiled around a plate—were also served. Cheng Mo took the initiative to serve two bowls of porridge, and gave the bowl with chicken legs to Ying Yang: "Just kidding."

"Who wants to make fun of you." Ying Yang folded his arms and leaned back, staring at the hot porridge that was carefully served in front of him. Feeling."

"If you don't eat it, the price will drop."

"Wouldn't that be better." Ying Yang sneered, "So someone can afford it."

In Cheng Mo's eyes, Ying Yang's behavior at this time was no different from an angry and rebellious student, so he drank a few spoonfuls of porridge on his own and deliberately let him dry for a while.

Not long after, seeing that Ying Yang was so angry that the gauze was about to burst due to his unwillingness to be ignored, Cheng Mo put down his spoon and persuaded in a slow voice: "Eat quickly, it won't be good to let it cool down."

"Hmph." Ying Yang childishly turned her face away and did not speak.

"How about I feed you?" Cheng Mo deliberately buried him.

Ying Yang's eyeballs turned back slightly, staring at the blue and white porcelain bowl in front of him, as if to say, "If you dare to feed me, you dare to eat it."Receiving his gaze, Cheng Mo really picked up Ying Yang's spoon, scooped up a small piece of chicken and fed it: "Ah——"

After waiting for a few seconds, realizing that Cheng Mo didn't intend to back down, Ying Yang tentatively opened his mouth to accept his feed.

Now the expressions of the two of them became a little strange.

Ying Yang held the small piece of breast meat in his mouth for a while, then swallowed it without chewing, snatching the spoon from Cheng Mo's hand: "Okay, okay, I'll eat it myself! It looks like it's crippled." Same."

Cheng Mo lowered his head and picked up the spoon again, a fleeting arc could not help but flash across the corner of his mouth.

The two wiped out the whole pot of chicken porridge.

More than half of it was due to Ying Yang, and Cheng Mo couldn't help but hold his belly in the middle of the meal and truce.The stomach pouch was hot and filled to the brim with the semi-liquid porridge.

"You are so easy to raise, you eat more balls than you." After finishing the last piece of cucumber, Ying Yang wiped his mouth casually, not showing any reluctance.

Cheng Mo looked at Ying Yang's lower abdomen across the table, as if he wanted to see if his stomach was bulging.

Ying Yang was always paying attention to him, so he caught his sneaky behavior all at once: "I'll let you see it when I go home. If you like it, you can just touch it."

Cheng Mo immediately straightened up, raised his hands and shouted nonchalantly: "Xiao Er pays the bill!"

"Come on—" the waiter came on stage with his own extended voice, "Sheng Hui two hundred and five."

Cough, what a coincidence.

Ying Yang's focus was not here, he just looked at him suspiciously: It's only two hundred and five, is that what you said expensive?Cheng Mo ignored his gaze and took out his mobile phone, but the waiter said, "Master, this shop doesn't accept bricks."

"..."

Ying Yang took this opportunity and threw three big bills out: "There's no need to look for it."

The quality of the waiter was improved, and he did not appear to be open-minded about money. As usual, he collected the money respectfully, and then slapped Qianer: "Thank you for the reward—Master, please go slowly, welcome to come next time."

I have to say that the taste of this store is really good, and the service is also good, but there are some rules that often make people laugh.

After getting in the car, Cheng Mo thought about Ying Yang's act of throwing money just now, and his mind was full of the words "prodigal stuff".

50 yuan!

I can buy a whole chicken.

Or go shopping for three pairs of underwear that fit better.

It's a pity that Ying Yang's nouveau riche face is far more than that.

As soon as the car started, Cheng Mo heard him order: "Go to the bank." Out of the corner of his eye, he flicked his wallet, "Check how much money is in the card."

"Oh."

Cheng Mo replied blankly.