Tianyin and Wuyu followed behind the three of them, and Qi Yu was curled up here. At this time, it has been an hour since the few people were separated. The girl was a little tired from strolling around. She looked up at the increasingly hot sun and narrowed her eyes. Come.
The light of the sun was a bit dazzling, Qi Qiuqi felt a bit dry and itchy in his throat, his eyes were astringent, he spit out a stale breath, and suddenly smelled a scent. The girl sniffed hard, and the scent became more intense, making Qi Qiqi curl up. The greedy worm hits his head, speeds up his steps, and then the smell passes.
Just a few steps away, a small stall appeared in the girl’s sight. On the edge of the intersection of the two streets, a thatched shed was opened to block the sun, and a shade of white water appeared. It evaporates from there.
When Qi Niaoyu approached, he realized that it was a small stall that made pasta. There were only three small square tables, a tiger stove on the left, and a wooden sign on the right with the words "Lao Jiang Wantun" written on it.
"Wonton, what is it?"
The girl was curious, and began to inquire about the stall carefully.
At this time, there were only three or two guests. The girl glanced at the guests who were immersed in the meal, and saw that they picked up the chopsticks, picked the noodles, and spooned something into the mouth. This kind of novel noodles. Point, Qi Niaoyu hasn't eaten yet, thinking about this, the girl sat down with Yin Li and Wei Heng.
"Big sister, what do you want?"
The question was a little girl about ten years old with a petite figure. Although she was wearing ordinary linen clothes, her skin was white and tender, and her eyes were very watery.
"What is your wantan here?"
"Big sister has never eaten wonton?"
"Well, it's the first time I'm in the royal capital."
"Ah, that elder sister must try my grandpa's wonton, even the most famous restaurant in the capital, Choi Xing Lou, can't taste that taste."
The little girl was timid and cowardly speaking, but when she talked about wonton, her back straightened a bit and her voice was raised a little higher.
"Okay, then give me three bowls of wonton!"
Qi Niao readily ordered three bowls, and heard the girl ask again.
"Sister, do you want net wonton or wanton noodles, and is it beef filling or shrimp filling?"
"What's the difference? It's up to you, just give me two bowls of shrimp mince and a bowl of beef mince!"
"Well, let me give my sister three bowls of wonton noodles!"
The girl thought for a while, raised a bright smile, turned her head and shouted at the old man who was burning the wood.
"Grandpa, three bowls of wonton noodles, one bowl of beef, two bowls of shrimp!"
The little girl's voice sounded delicate and crisp at this time, with a local accent from a different place, with a rising end, like singing.
"okay!"
The girl’s grandfather poked his head out from behind the pile of firewood, fiddled with the stove a few times and stood up, patted his apron with both hands, and wiped it with the wet towel next to the stove, then lifted the lid of the pot with his left hand and his right hand. Grab a handful of wontons and put them in, then the left hand opened a lid, and then opened another small pot next to it, holding a pair of bamboo chopsticks that are twice as long as ordinary chopsticks, stirring it a few times inside, and lifting it with the right hand. The slender noodles came out from the inside and settled firmly into the bowl of the old man's left hand. The water vapor over there has not dissipated. The old man has picked up the iron spoon that he just put down, and flipped it three or two times with his wrist in the cauldron, and he gathered dozens of floating wontons, three times downwards. Buttoning his right wrist, the wontons fell into the bowl one by one. The old man's left hand did not know when he had already raised a long-mouthed copper pot, and steaming pale yellow broth poured out of it, flowing into the bowl.
The three of them were already dumbfounded. They acted for the old man, but saw the old man grab a handful of chopped green onions and sprinkle them evenly on the soup.
"It's so wonderful, it's like the martial arts cheats used by the warriors."
Qi Ling's eyes glowed with excitement. When the girl brought the wantan noodles, the girl had already picked up the chopsticks and was looking forward to it.
"The three of you, be careful when you eat it!"
"Thank you!"
Yin Li nodded, thanked the girl, and gracefully picked up the chopsticks to eat the noodles.
As expected by Curly, the finely chopped green onions floated in the noodle soup, and the fresh fragrance of the broth floated into the girl’s nose, making people move their index fingers. The bamboo chopsticks stirred a few times, and the chopped green onions spread out. There are exactly six prawn wanton, dustpan-shaped, and underneath is the noodles with distinct roots.
Scoop up a wonton, take a few breaths less, and put it in your mouth. The skin of the wonton is smooth and tender, and the filling of the shrimp is moist and delicious. When the mouth is hot, the skin will slip into the throat, and then eat some vigorous noodles. , It is the fragrance of the tongue, and a trembling tremor sprang up from behind.
It's so delicious!
The three of them ate under the hot sun and sweated their foreheads.
Qi Ling drank the last sip of the soup, took out Bai Juan and wiped his mouth, enjoying aftertaste, squinting his eyes contentedly.
"Is everything in the human world so delicious? It's a pity that you won't be able to taste this sizzling thing, the immortals and demon of the other two worlds."
The girl talked in a low voice, glanced at the other two people on the table, and smiled crookedly.
"Three of you have a cup of herbal tea. May heats up, so don't get heat stroke."
The little girl in the stall saw that several people had eaten the wonton noodles, brought three cups of herbal tea, and cleaned up the tableware. A small rag wiped the table top, and it was clean and tidy again.
"okay."
Qi Qi smiled friendly and took the black deep-mouth tea cup and started drinking.
The herbal tea is also an ordinary taste of plants and trees, but after drinking it, only a sweet taste comes from the tip of the tongue, and the chest cavity is very cool, and the brain is also clear.
The three of them drank tea quietly, and a group of people came from the south. They were dressed like a royal person, but they were very tall and dressed in gold and silver, shining under the sun, stabbing people. Eyes hurt.
There are probably more than a dozen people in that group, and they walked toward the small stall arrogantly and arrogantly. Qi Xiu Niao originally thought they would leave because this old Jiang Yunton was ordinary and lived in a corner of the corner, but who would think, these people Smelling the fragrance, I stopped in front of the wantan stall.
"The fragrance is so fragrant that I drool, so I have a bowl here."
The leading man in the team yelled at the back, and the wicked ones needed to find a place to sit. At this moment, the stalls were noisy, it was all the piercing noises from the movement of tables and chairs. The few guests who had just eaten wantan saw this. In normal scenes, all the money left was left early, and only the three Qi Niao were left.
"What about people?"
The man sitting down made a rough noise, and when he looked around, he saw a pair of grandparents, the old man with gray hair, and the girl behind him trembling with fear.
"If the guest wants something, the little old man will do it right away."
The stall owner obviously did not expect that this strong and rude man would come to eat wontons by himself. The old man had never heard of the character of the king, but he thought of his granddaughter later, so he mustered up the courage to speak, and the voice was still trembling.
"So much nonsense, give me a few bowls, um—"
The man who spoke did not recognize the words on the sign in front of the stall, and paused for a while in an awkward manner.
"Yes, just what they have eaten at the table just now."
The man curled his index finger to Qi Yao, and the angry words came out again.
"Well, old man will do it right away."
Old Jiang didn’t dare to say anything. He didn’t even ask what stuffing they wanted, so he quickly made wanton noodles, but suddenly remembered when he spread the noodles and poured the soup. Niang Li, who sells buns on the street, told me a few days ago. Own, General Chang Gengtuo of the barbarian family has come to the capital. Is this group of people the son of the barbarian family? Old Jiang shook his hand holding the pot.
The man turned his head, raised Erlang's legs, and waited for the wonton to come, while Yinli's eyes darkened when the man fingered the three of them, and his eyes stopped on the man's index finger for a long time.
Mr. Jiang made the wantan noodles in a short while, and he personally served them to the group of people, and then there was the sound of eating noodles and chewing.
The three people drinking tea on the side frowned, but they were worried that their grandparents and grandchildren would be bullied. They waited patiently to see if the group had finished eating and then left.
A small bowl of wonton, those barbarians finished eating in a few bites, and the man who had just spoken also exclaimed.
"The weak chickens in the capital will really enjoy it!"
The little girl came over carefully to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, but when she was about to take the bowl of the leading man, she was held down by one hand.
"Oh, the little baby is really good-looking."
The little girl's hand was grabbed by the man, and the man squeezed it into her arms. The girl flushed and was about to cry, but the man laughed more wildly, and Jiang Lao wanted to pull back his granddaughter. But it was stopped by several other people.
"You barbarian, stop!"
At this moment, Qi Curula rushed over like a wind and roared, stopping the man's evil deeds.
This rude man was the General Chang Gengtuo of the barbarian tribe. He looked up and saw that the girl who had just fingered him was already in front of him. But in his twenty-eight years, his skin was white and delicate, like a pearl in the sun, and his facial features were extremely Exquisite and beautiful, Chang Gengtuo was a little funny, pushed away the little girl she was holding, and stood up from her position.
"Heh! There are so many beauties in the royal capital, here is another one!"
Chang Gengtuo's pair of thieves' hands stretched out towards Qi Qiu, but before they even touched their hands, a bamboo chopstick flew towards him and pierced Chang Gengtuo directly.
"Ok."
Chang Geng escaped dangerously, but he was still rubbed on his arm and a blood stain was drawn.
"Which counselor, attack Lao Tzu."
Chang Gengtuo followed the direction where the bamboo chopsticks flew, and saw a black-clothed man appearing behind the girl. His figure was longer, his complexion was a bit whiter than the average man, and he had a good appearance.
But the barbarian general can’t appreciate it. In his eyes, the man should be just like himself, sturdy and mighty, looks so good-looking and can’t go to war, but Chang Gengtuo saw the girl and the man standing together, Very good match, couldn't help but get angry, picked up a big knife and swiped it at Yin Li.
With a touch, the black long sword that suddenly appeared in Yin Li's hand stopped the menacing sword.
"Damn! I killed you!"
It has been several days since Chang Gengtuo came to the king's capital, and no one has done so boldly against himself. Now these three people are obviously going to provoke their majesty. Chang Gengtuo sneered in his heart, and then he had cruel thoughts.
"Give it to Lao Tzu, the man kills, the woman takes it back!"
Chang Gengtuo gave an order, and the few people who came together hurried up. The barbarian fighting was not like a warrior. Every move and every style was for learning. Instead, they hit the key with a knife and went ruthlessly. Suddenly, wonton. The wooden table on the stall was chopped into several pieces, and the grandfather and grandson hid behind the stove, looking worriedly at Qi Liao and the three.