The weather in Bo'an City in summer is changing, just like the elusiveness of his girlfriend's face, the sun was still shining brightly yesterday, and the scorching sun seemed to melt all the stubborn things in the world, and today's Bo'an City is covered with dark clouds, and the wind and clouds are rising suddenly, and God is brewing how to water the human ants who dare to go to the street at this time.

Last night, the east wind rose in the small building, blowing open the paper window that was not strict, and in the sound of the inn downstairs all night, Lu Fusheng, who had panda eyes, slowly crawled out of the quilt, sneezed fiercely, habitually found a piece of clothing to put on his body, and sat at the round table in front of the bed with sleepy eyes, waiting for Xiao Chen An to bring today's morning food, but he didn't see Xiao Chen An's sound for a long time, according to the old days, Xiao Chen An should have sent it to his room with a food plate.

Lu Fusheng, who just wanted to open his mouth to urge Xiao Chen An to hurry up, only then remembered that Xiao Chen An had been sent out on a mission by himself yesterday, and suddenly felt that it was good to be alone outside on weekdays, but these days suddenly there is a small follower by his side, and he will feel that he is still a little inseparable from the care of others, and sure enough, people are animals that can only enjoy, it is easy to go from bitter to sweet, but it is not easy to go from sweet to bitter.

Stretching his waist, he secretly decided that when this task was over, it would be time to find an entourage to serve him.

Since no one sent the morning food, Lu Fusheng, who completely "woke up" after washing his face with cold water, remembered that he had promised the king a few days ago that he would go to the royal city for a follow-up visit today, changed into the Taoist robe he wore on weekdays, and carefully watched himself in the bronze mirror in the room for a long time, and said with sincere emotion: "The young man in the mirror is so handsome." ”

Lu Fusheng rubbed the black under his eyes vigorously, pushed the door and went downstairs, and happened to see Anne lying on the long table in the lobby downstairs and the innkeeper leaning on the side were still asleep, and the two clerks who were tied to the chairs crooked the corners of their mouths and couldn't stop drooling.

People who haven't experienced it really don't know what Lu Fusheng experienced last night, Anne's tone is the most ugly voice Lu Fusheng has ever heard, and even Bo'an can't say it, not to mention that it is still a drama that requires children's skills.

Rigid imitation is like parroting the tongue, and it can't get into the ear. Lu Fusheng looked at the haggard innkeeper and felt a little heartache, he was fortunate not to come down on the second floor last night, how could the torture be as deep as the innkeeper's face-to-face.

Looking at the four people in the lobby, it was obvious that no one would prepare a morning meal for themselves, so they had to helplessly push open the door made of two wooden planks yesterday, the temporary wooden planks were not placed neatly at all, and the sound of the bottom of the door rubbing against the ground creaked loudly, but it failed to alarm the four people in the hall who were sleeping in various postures. Lu Fusheng habitually shook his head, walked out of the inn, and squeaked to close the "door" of the inn.

Walking through the streets, the inn is still some distance away from Wangcheng, just passing by the East Market, Lu Fusheng, who has not yet eaten the morning food, was led in by the faint smoke from the restaurants or stalls in the East Market.

It should have been in response to the old saying, the wind was halved, and the rain was all over. But this sentence does not apply to the eastern city of Bo'an City, even if the clouds are thick today, there are still people who do not believe that God will set up a heavy rain, as usual, go out of the house early to satisfy the empty stomach after waking up early.

Since entering the first restaurant on the left in the East City, the restaurant is not big, and the restaurant even puts tables and chairs outside the store so that more customers can use it in time to eat, for food, the truth passed down since ancient times is that which restaurant has more people to eat, even if you need to wait in line, foodies are worth it for a bite of food.

Lu Fusheng, who was seduced by the smell of delicious food, is naturally a standard foodie, and there are only a few kinds of human desires, but it is the easiest to satisfy the desires brought by food, or it can be said that there is no one in the world who is not a so-called foodie.

The East Market sells all luxury goods, and the people who come and go are all high-ranking officials and nobles who eat and drink every day. The East Market is different from the West Market, and the merchants from all over the world come and go, so the restaurants in the West Market have a variety of tastes and serve all countries. The East Market is more inclined to serve the nobles in Bo'an City, and the food taste is only the most noble Anyang cuisine.

The fact that this small restaurant can be opened in Dongshi is the best guarantee of taste, Lu Fusheng stood outside the store and looked inward at the crowd in the small restaurant, and was even more sure that the food in this small restaurant must be extremely delicious.

"Let's give it a let's oh, the freshly baked buns. Xiao Er walked around the crowded benches with a steaming basket of steamed buns, holding a pair of long bamboo chopsticks in his hand, and a few sounds were heard as he passed by the waiting diners at each table.

"This table, three buns. ”

"Take two buns. ”

The restaurant's junior is also dexterous, and the pair of bamboo chopsticks are playing with tigers, and when he hears the request of the diner, he will stop and pick out a few buns and send them to the white porcelain plate that has been prepared on the diner's table. Served with self-congee and pickled vegetables, the most common morning food is full of appetite. After a while, only a yellowish drawer remained in the cage drawer in the small second-hand room.

Lu Fusheng had already taken a plate of pickled vegetables and a bowl of boiled thick white porridge according to the appearance of a regular customer, the hall was full of people, fortunately the weather was cooler today, and there were still a few seats left outside the hall, if it was according to the past, Lu Fusheng, who came at this hour, did not know how long he would have to wait to be seated.

When the new steamed buns were steamed and Xiao Er passed by the dining table, Lu Fusheng also learned from a few old men around him and shouted, "Hey, here, five steamed buns." ”

Xiao Er instantly picked out five freshly baked buns and sent them to Lu Fusheng, the buns were not big or small, just one bite could bite off a third, and the folds on the seal were just eighteen.

When you bite into it, your mouth is full of the fresh fragrance of meat, and you will unconsciously suck the bright soup flowing out of the bun, and you feel that it is slightly salty and not tight, and the cool white porridge in the bowl will work, and you will drink the white porridge with the trembling of the throat, and the taste is just right.

If you feel that the bun is filled with too much fresh meat and is a little tired, then take a bite of the crisp pickles on the table, the creaking sound is unstoppable, and the secret seasoning of the pickles makes Lu Fusheng feel that this small plate of free pickles is more delicious than the buns. If it is accompanied by a bite of white flour steamed buns or freshly baked hu cakes, the taste will definitely not be bad.

There is definitely not only one person with a foodie taste like Lu Fusheng, and there are already people at the table where the pickles are placed with the small jars they bring to hold more pickles and want to take them home and enjoy them slowly.

Bo'an people never take advantage of others casually, not to mention the people who come to Dongshi for breakfast are worse than those copper plates, in the eyes of foodies, compared to a mouthful of deliciousness, money is really nothing.

There were not many diners with pickles, and they put down the wooden spoon in their hands after only enough for a meal, so as not to let the people who came behind them taste the deliciousness.

The diner holding a small pot of pickles in his hand put down a few copper plates on the table to buy additional pickles, the back kitchen is not far from the front hall, and there is no curtain to block, so that the front hall can clearly see the back kitchen production process, and it is also considered to be clean and rest assured, and the back kitchen can also see what is happening in the front hall.

Seeing this practice, the owner of the small restaurant who was still making steamed buns in the back didn't care about the stuffing that was still stirring in his hand, and rushed out of the back kitchen to return the copper plate on the table to the diners, and muttered in his mouth: "Everyone is from Bo'an, don't see outside, the small dishes in my store are for everyone to taste, how can I break the rules, or quickly take back the money." ”

The diner obviously didn't come to patronize much, and the other real old customers were all looking at this scene and laughing, this situation happened almost every day, and they had all experienced the boss's push, and an old man sitting next to Lu Fusheng outside the hall said to the "pickled vegetable diner": "It's better to take it back quickly, if you feel that you can't get by, just come and patronize it more in the future." ”

The "pickled vegetable diners" who couldn't survive the boss had to take back the copper plates, and politely said: "Then I'll take it, and I'll come back tomorrow." Come back tomorrow. ”

Outside the hall, Lu Fusheng slowly enjoyed the most common food in front of him, and listened to a few old men sitting at the same table chattering with idle words, most of them were lamenting the current prosperity of Anyang Kingdom, and also sighed slightly How could a country with such a good development not produce a high-level cultivator Zhenguo, otherwise there would be a matter of the two superpowers recognized by the two continents, the Holy Luo Kingdom and the Jitian Kingdom.

This is the most ordinary morning in Bo'an City, and the Bo'an people under the prosperity will not lose everything they are proud of all at once.

Lu Fusheng, who ate the last bite of the soup dumplings, put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, followed the example of others, put down the corresponding meal money next to the used dishes and chopsticks, and got up to leave.

God just started to rain at this time, and he didn't let Lu Fusheng eat with the rain. But the group of old men at the same table with Lu Fusheng had no good luck, the old man ate slowly, although it was drizzling, he couldn't help but be anxious, the old man had to protect the food he hadn't eaten on his chest and ran to the small hall, while his mouth was broken and recited by God This rain that did not go their way.

The same scene happened in the breakfast shop of the entire East Market, except for a few vendors wearing clothes and selling umbrellas, there was no one in the usually noisy East Market at this time.

For rainy days, some people are happy and some are worried, and the poor are worried that the house is broken and leaking, and the rain water will enter the house, and the child will be sick from the cold, and the family really has no spare money to go to the doctor. The bricklayer came to the business, and took the apprentice out to drink and eat. The aristocratic rich are more pleased, and they can enjoy the bamboo and water in the rain and the beauty.

Lu Fusheng is a little dislike for rainy days, the humid and low weather will always make people feel depressed, and some things are not as easy as usual.

A group of "flanks" of the newly established yamen dressed in special brocade clothes of Dali Temple ran quickly on Xuanwu Street. Since yesterday, you can see the "flankers" under the management of King Wei constantly shuttling through every street and alley in Bo'an City, as if they are urgently carrying out some secret mission, and it is the rush of this group of people that makes Bo'an City, where the sergeant murder case happened yesterday, as usual, and reassures the proud residents of this city.

Lu Fusheng, who took out an oil-paper umbrella from his treasure bag, walked in the direction of Wangcheng with the drizzle on Xuanwu Street, and the soldiers on both sides were still strong in the rain, guarding the sun and moon flags behind him. The wind blew by, and the flags sounded, like a horn on the battlefield that urged people to die, stirring the hearts of every soldier.