For a normal cultivator, it would take about twenty minutes to fly 800 kilometers using the sword flying technique. Although the distance was a bit far, for Wang Ling it was just a teleportation distance.
Wang Ling asked Dad Wang and Loopy Ha to stick to him, and the two of them arrived at the door of the restaurant in an instant.
This is an old-school-looking restaurant, with walls made of wood and bricks, giving it a dangerous feeling of crumbling in the wind. The plaque at the door of the restaurant reads "Late Night Dining Hall". The corners of the plaque are a little cracked, so the store owner carelessly put two pieces of universal tape on it to repair the holes. It makes this restaurant look more contemporary than the old buildings left in the Xiao family compound...
When he arrived at the door of the restaurant, Wang Ling suddenly remembered that he had passed by here before when he was in school. But because the speed was too fast, he didn't see it clearly. But today, Wang Ling finally recognized a problem... It turns out this is not a public toilet!
"Don't look at how shabby this store looks. The shabbier the store, the better the food... Isn't that how the previous Internet celebrity store Kitchen God Shop came to be?" The father and son stood at the door of the store, and the cool breeze blew by. , Father Wang shrank his neck. Wang Ling always felt that this was a very unfounded statement.
The store has no door, and a rag faded by the sun hangs at the entrance. Above the store, there is an old-fashioned iron rolling shutter door. When closing the store every day, you need to use the long-handled hook next to the door to pull down the door curtain to lock it.
Two people and one dog pulled apart the rag and entered. The shop was so small that it could only fit four wooden tables with plastic stools stacked on the sides.
When Wang Ling walked in, he found the owner of the shop leaning against the kitchen door, smoking.
The boss had a shaved head and was about in his early forties. His cheeks looked unhealthy and sunken, and his eye sockets were deep. There is also a ten centimeter long scar on the right eye, which runs along the forehead through the right eye and extends to the neck.
Obviously, this is a man with a story.
"Oh, people came quite early today." When the shop owner saw the customers coming, he quickly broke off the cigarette with his hand, pointed to the handwritten menu hanging in the center of the shop, and then put his hands on his hips: "In the shop Except for Laotan pickled cabbage beef noodles, you can order whatever you want, as long as I can cook it..."
Dad Wang: “Do you have thick noodles with fish balls?”
The boss shook his head: "No thick noodles."
Dad Wang: "What about fish ball rice noodles?"
The boss shook his head again: "No fish balls."
Dad Wang: "There's nothing... Then why do you open a store?"
The boss raised his eyebrows and said quite righteously: "It's not that there is nothing, but that you don't know how to order. I think back then, my master taught me cooking skills, and I was his most proud disciple."
Dad Wang: “…”
Wang Ling: "..." If your master saw that his most proud disciple was hanging out in such a bad shop, he would definitely choose a dog leash!
Father Wang really didn’t know what to order, so he simply looked at the recipe and said, “Let’s start with two medium bowls of Lao Tan Pickled Cabbage Beef Noodles…”
The boss nodded without saying anything. I turned around and went to the kitchen to get ready. Immediately afterwards, Wang Ling saw the boss turn on the range hood, and the sound was like a tractor roaring...
In about ten minutes, two bowls of Laotan pickled cabbage beef noodles are ready. The boss held a bowl in one hand and placed it in front of the Wang family and his son. They also thoughtfully prepared a plate with a shaved beef bone on it, which was specially prepared for Loopy Clams.
Loopy Toad looked at the cow bones with interest, and then licked the fly that landed on the cow bones into his mouth with satisfaction...
boss:"… "
To Wang Ling's surprise, the two bowls of noodles looked pretty good. Even though the bowls were a bit old, they couldn't be said to be dirty.
Father Wang took a sip of the noodles, and then raised his head in surprise—the taste was actually quite good!
The only drawback is that the sauerkraut is not sour enough...
Father Wang frowned: "Boss, your pickled cabbage doesn't taste like pickled in Laotan? It's not sour at all."
The boss asked strangely: "Who told you that I belong to Laotan Pickled Cabbage?"
Dad Wang pointed at the sign: "Can you read? Lao Tan Pickled Cabbage!... Let me tell you, I am also a cultural person! Please give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise it will deceive consumers!"
The boss curled his lips: "Xiatan Siming, people who know me well call me Laotan. I made this pickled cabbage beef noodles. So I named it Laotan pickled cabbage beef noodles. Is this reasonable explanation?"
Wang Ling and Dad Wang: "..." This explanation made it impossible for the Wang family and his son to refute!
It was almost eight o'clock in the evening, and the Wang family and his son had just finished eating their noodles when there was another movement at the door.
Wang Ling saw that this was a young man with slanted bangs and a broken guitar on his back. He looked like a rather down-and-out wandering singer.
Because they cannot afford to rent a house in the city, young people can only live in rented houses in the suburbs with the little money they earn in the city every day.
Wang Ling read these through memory and read them from the young man's mind in an instant.
This was not Wang Ling's deliberate attempt to read it, but a quite natural cognitive mode. Some people always like to have their emotions written on their faces. It was very easy for Wang Ling to read the memory of such people. If it were a man with a story, such as an old antique, or the shop owner standing in the kitchen, if Wang Ling hadn't taken the initiative to read it, he would never have known what past they had.
Obviously, this young man is already a regular customer of the store. When the boss saw the young man, he nodded slightly and asked in a slightly magnetic voice: "Are you still following the old rules?"
The young man nodded silently, carefully leaned the guitar against the corner, found a seat and sat down.
Although the young man didn't speak, the boss's eyes seemed to be able to see through his thoughts: "I know, you went to participate in the draft today. It seems that it didn't go well?"
The young man lowered his head...
The boss was preparing dinner for the young man in the kitchen and comforted him: "Young man, there is still a chance. It doesn't matter. Look, we have new guests here today. Why don't you just sing the song you participated in the music talent show? Can everyone listen together?"
The young man suddenly stood up excitedly: "Really, is it okay?"
The Wang family father and son put down their chopsticks at the same time and nodded seriously.
Listening to the singing of a down-and-out wandering singer in a deserted village restaurant, Wang Ling felt that this was probably a rare experience in his life. There is a very strange feeling.
The young man bowed deeply to the shop owner and the Wang family, then cleared his throat and started singing a cappella.
"You stirred up the wind and cloud... and swept away... me..."
"You stirred up rags... and abandoned me..."
Dad Wang: “…”
Boss: "Little brother... your Tiancan potato shredded bibimbap is ready. You'd better eat first."
The penetrating singing voice and the familiar cooking thoughts made Wang Ling feel doubly shocked: "..."
(End of chapter)