Zhao Changhe couldn't tell the boss lady's expression, nor could he tell if there was anything special about her words, but he didn't take it seriously. He just smiled, waved the menu and asked, "It looks like they're all grabbing this and that, I don't think it's very interesting. Since we have Jiangnan Osmanthus Wine, do you have Jiangnan Stir-Fried Food?"
The proprietress smiled and said, "Most people follow the local customs. When they arrive in a foreign land, they prefer to try the local specialties. Why would they go to the north to seek the south?"
Zhao Changhe said: "Just a question, isn't it?"
The lady boss's eyes flickered: "If you really want it, it's not impossible, but you'll have to pay extra."
"Does it mean that things are valuable because they are rare?"
"It means that it's more troublesome to make it specially." The proprietress said, "Different ingredients, utensils, and seasonings are usually not needed by anyone. They will go bad after being stored for a few days, so they are naturally not always available. If you want to order it, we will go out and buy it now. Of course, you have to pay more for the cost and labor, but don't say we are killing your pigs. Is it fair?"
Zhao Changhe clapped his hands and smiled, "It's well-reasoned and fair."
"Hey, Sanniang!" The drinkers were all unhappy: "Why does this guy keep talking to him as soon as he comes? He's not that handsome, but he looks good. He can make a lot of money here!"
Sanniang glared at everyone and said, "I can talk to whoever I want, why do you have any right to interfere?"
Someone asked, "Is it because we want to eat Jiangnan cuisine? Then we can order some."
Zhao Changhe sighed. With the way you lick people, it’s good enough that people don’t call you a slut. Why bother
Sure enough, Sanniang laughed and said, "Because he doesn't want flirty ones. Then I will be a little pure. This is called the art of hospitality."
Everyone: “…”
Zhao Changhe threw down the menu and said, "Just order this hand-torn lamb leg. No need to bother."
Sanniang seemed a little bored, and continued to ask perfunctorily: "Do you need someone to chat with? Very pure."
Zhao Changhe could see that she was being perfunctory, so he simply said, "I want to eat, your fragrance affects my appetite."
"Bah." Sanniang was frustrated and walked away, twisting her waist and cursing: "Why don't you serve the wine quickly? What are you wasting time on?"
Seeing that everyone was treated equally, they were no longer jealous and started chatting about their own things. Someone said to Zhao Changhe, "Brother, many people have tried pretending to be uninterested over the years, but it doesn't work... If you overdo it, you might get beaten."
Zhao Changhe smiled and didn't reply.
It makes everyone feel like they are itching for Sanniang like you do. As for... they have the same figure and are similarly charming as Huangfu Qing, but Sanniang is a little too coquettish. She is not as good as Huangfu Qing, who is moderate. Huangfu Qing is still noble. Huangfu Qing is still better!
To be honest, with such a beautiful thing in front of me, I really don't have much interest in it. God knows which big boss's exclusive delicacy this is. I'm too full to mess with it.
Soon, the hand-torn lamb legs and osmanthus wine were served. Zhao Changhe also gave the waiter an ingot of silver and asked him to take care of Wuzhui while he ate and thought about the problem.
His conversation with Sanniang was all about testing each other. Just like Jiangnan cuisine, no matter if the ingredients are available or not, as long as someone can cook it, it means that the chefs are all from Jiangnan, not hired locally. It can be seen that this is a small group organization composed of Daxia people, and they are from Jiangnan, not just buying osmanthus wine and selling it here.
Sanniang said that although some people can make it, no one eats it that way. There are no Jiangnan ingredients here, which proves that there is no long-term exchange with Jiangnan. Don't try it. At the same time, she also told you that if you want to customize something, you can pay more, and it's a fair deal.
How can these drinkers, whose minds are full of mountains and thin waists, understand it
Judging from Sanniang's hint of a deal, if it was Huangfu Yongxian's people, the Demon Suppression Division, or a certain force on the grassland, these three possibilities can almost be ruled out, while Ying Wu or the Four Symbols Sect are both plausible.
In fact, he didn't dare to trust either possibility too much. He didn't have the Four Symbols Relics, and in the eyes of the Four Symbols followers, he was still an enemy, just with a lower priority. Who knows what would happen if he ran into them.
The people of Yingwu say that they trade intelligence fairly from the organization's standpoint, but in reality, the specific persons in charge may not all agree. After being here for so long, who knows if there will be any tendency. We don't have any personal relationships with each other, so how can we trust each other blindly
But since his identity has not been exposed, it should be possible to use a disguised name to buy some less sensitive information.
Just as he was thinking this, two more people came in from outside the door. Zhao Changhe subconsciously took a look at them and his eyes became a little cold.
They were the leaders of the caravan that night, a middle-aged man and a young boy.
Sanniang came close to Zhao Changhe again, smiled and asked: "Young man, another guest has arrived. It happens that your table is the only one with an empty seat. Can you let someone set up a table for you?"
Zhao Changhe said: "Sanniang's business is really good."
Sanniang smiled and said, "This is a good location. When the guests come into the market, they will salivate when they see the wine flag." Zhao Changhe nodded. This is a really good location. Isn't that how he got here? "If I don't want to share the table, will Sanniang chase me away or chase them away?"
Sanniang sighed and advised: "Why be so lonely when you are away from home? More friends will open up more paths."
The two men seemed to be getting impatient as they listened to the conversation. They stood on Zhao Changhe's left and right and said, "Brother, we are all visitors from the Central Plains. Is it too late?"
Do you think you are from the Central Plains now? Why didn't you say you were from the Central Plains when you sold grain to the Hu people during the war
Zhao Changhe knew that he might be able to dig out a lot of information by just pretending to be nice to them, but he felt disgusted no matter how he looked at it. He couldn't pretend any longer, so he said coldly: "It's reasonable for Sanniang to negotiate with me on this matter. It's okay for me to give Sanniang some face. The negotiation here is not over yet. When will it be your turn to accuse me of something? Well, I won't share the table with you. You can share with whoever you want."
"If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished!" The young man's eyes showed a ferocious look and he suddenly slapped me.
All the drinkers became energetic again. There were so many performances in Huangshaji, and they were different every day.
With a "pa" sound, it was clearly the young man who attacked, but what everyone saw was that he was slapped in the face. The whole person spun several times on the spot like a top before stopping. Then he covered his mouth and spit out something. He spread his hands and saw bloody teeth.
People didn't even see how Zhao Changhe slapped back!
Sanniang looked at Zhao Changhe with interest, as if thinking about something.
The middle-aged man flew into a rage: "How dare you!"
"Clang!" The sound of a sword being drawn was heard, and a sword stabbed at Zhao Changhe's back.
Zhao Changhe was still eating lamb legs and drinking wine. Somehow he twisted his body slightly, and the sword passed under his ribs. Then he easily clamped the opponent's hand under his armpit. With a "click", the opponent's wrist was actually broken by him, and screams echoed throughout the hall.
Everyone gasped and their eyes towards Zhao Changhe changed slightly.
This guy's martial arts skills are another matter. The main thing is that his strength is a bit outrageous. How can he break someone's hand by clamping it under the armpit
Someone subconsciously pinched his armpits and shook his head, feeling that he could not do it no matter what. What kind of divine power was this
Zhao Changhe let go of the man and said calmly, "How dare you, a piece of trash like this, provoke me..."
The two looked at Zhao Changhe in shock and fear, and quickly retreated out the door, saying harshly: "Just wait!"
Zhao Changhe grabbed two chopsticks and wanted to kill them, but then he put them down again. These two people should be the leaders of the caravan, and they might need to collect evidence, so it was not the right time to kill them. Besides, if they got thousands of people to retaliate, we would not be able to do anything here.
Thinking of this, Zhao Changhe turned around and asked Sanniang, who was watching the show with sparkling eyes, and said calmly: "Sanniang, they beat up your customers, and you didn't say anything? Is it because they have more money than me, or because Sanniang doesn't protect her customers at all?"
Sanniang smiled as if she had just woken up from a dream, "Oh, quarrels and fights are common in stores. I didn't realize the nature of this for a while, please forgive me, little brother."
Zhao Changhe asked, "So if they find someone to take revenge, will Sanniang protect her own guests?"
Sanniang smiled and said, "The inn is a safe zone. No matter who you are, don't even think about touching my guests. I won't be responsible for anyone who leaves."
Why didn't you say it was a safe zone just now? Zhao Changhe didn't comment: "That's fine... Tell me, does Sanniang know them?"
Sanniang smiled and said, "Why? Do you still want to take the initiative to retaliate and eliminate the root of the problem?"
"Is it not possible?"
"Then I advise you to take it easy, there are so many of them..."
"So who are they?"
"Second Master Qiao of the Qiao family in Jinzhong, that young man must be out for the first time, and I don't know him."
Sure enough, they are Shanxi merchants... Zhao Changhe thought about it for a long time, but couldn't think of anyone from the Qiao family on the Chaos List, so he asked: "What kind of business are they in? Who are the people in their family? Does Sanniang know them?"
Sanniang's eyes were full of meaning: "There is news, but it will cost more."
(End of this chapter)