Walking on the street, hawking sounds one after another, stalls and shops are set up from the street to the end of the street, there are rouge gouache, jade calligraphy and painting, various snacks, etc. From time to time, there are hawkers with heavy burdens passing by, their faces full of wind and frost.
West Street can't keep up with the bustling East Street, and the market taste is stronger.
Huang Dan heard the babble, which came from the theater. The actors inside were singing, singing their own ups and downs.
There are not only theaters, but also brothels on this street. They are not open during the day. Either the door is closed, or the servants are leaning against the door frame and yawning listlessly. The night is the beginning of their day.
Huang Dan found out that the tailor shop Ye Lan mentioned last time was closed.
He was outside the door for a while, and a kind-hearted person passed by, saying that the owner of the tailor shop had all returned to the countryside, as if fleeing from disaster.
It is best to avoid it, but Huang Dan cannot avoid it, and he has to rush to the place where the monsters are haunted.
Passing by a boiled stall, Huang Dan smelled a spicy smell, and when he turned his footsteps, people passed by.
The little boss, who was wearing a coarse black shirt, was swiftly scooping up noodles in front of the cauldron. He took the time to glance at it, and showed a simple and honest smile, "Little brother, are you one, or two?"
Huang Dan said, "One."
The little boss said, "Then go to the left, there is a place."
Huang Dan found an empty seat and sat down. He sat on the stool and waited, his eyes swept around, the booth was surrounded by a semi-circular wooden table, and there was a large pot in it, which was burning on the stove. A small basket woven of bamboo is full of dishes requested by the guests, and the fragrance is overflowing.
The boiled water in this stall is well matched, there is no choice, most people will not pick and choose, and if there is any taboo, they will take the initiative to mention it.
The little boss is busy and orderly.
Huang Dan looked at the wooden table in front of him. Although it was very clean, it showed an outdated sense of age.
There are dishes and chopsticks on the table, as well as peppers and pickles. Several people are burying their heads and eating boiled water. They are sucked in by the spicy tongue, and they wipe their tears and continue to eat.
Huang Dan propped his head up and saw two old masters squatting beside the shaving load and waiting for business not far away. The guests had a meal and then shave their heads, or shave their heads first and put on a new hairstyle before eating, whatever, happy. Just fine.
After a while, the little boss picked up a basket from the pot, poured the dishes into a big bowl, and brought it to Huang Dan, "Little brother, take it easy."
Huang Dan took the pair of bamboo chopsticks from the chopstick tube, flipped the noodles in the bowl a few times, and took a bite of the poached egg. The tender egg white and the soft glutinous egg yolk were eaten together, which was delicious.
The little boss wiped his hand on the table, his eyes widened, "You, you are Young Master Song?"
Huang Dan ate the egg, "Yeah."
The little boss nodded and bowed hurriedly, "Master Song, eat slowly, if you don't have enough, the branch will be small, and the small will cook for you immediately."
Huang Dan said, "Enough to eat, you are busy with yours."
The little boss laughed again, "Good Le!"
The wooden table is not very sturdy. When people lay down on it, it feels like it will fall over at any time. The yellow sheet blows the noodles and sends them to his mouth.
There have been several murders in this town, and where there are people, there is public opinion.
Huang Dan ate boiled water, and heard the two next to each other biting their ears and muttering. One said that he couldn't live in the town and wanted to go to his relatives, but he didn't know if the relatives were willing to take in his family. son.
Another said that in this world, wherever there is chaos, there is no place for peace. Plagues, famines, bandits, and robbers are not all things that kill people.
The two people sighed, living a day is a day, and sighing turned anxiety into food, and killed the bowl of boiled water.
Huang Dan slowly ate the vegetable leaves.
Behind him, Liu Chu was leaning against the wall, with his legs slanted on top of each other. He didn't have any form or shape. He stretched his head to look after a while. The young man was still sitting at the stall, why haven't he eaten yet
Liu Chu took out his pocket watch, opened and closed it with a click.
About half an hour later, Huang Dan left the booth, Liu Chu walked out from the corner, and the little boss sighed, "Liu Zhaotou, wait a minute!"
Liu Chu stopped.
The little boss boiled the water that had already been boiled in the pot and poured it into a bowl, and brought it to him, saying, "This is what Young Master Song ordered the little one to prepare for you."
The celadon bowl with the knock mark was full of a large bowl of food, noodles, beef, coriander, tofu, dried bean curd, and some under the bowl. I didn't see it, and the aroma came out.
Liu Chu looked strange, "For me?"
"Yeah."
The little boss said with a smile, "Liu Zhaotou, you eat, pay for it, and Master Song's share."
Liu Chu, "..."
In Liu Chu black