The light shone out of the door, and what came out was an ordinary middle-aged man who couldn't be more ordinary, gray clothes and gray pants, and his physique looked healthy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Do you want to stay at the hotel?" He looks at you with a smile, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth, just like an uncle who is buying rock sugar gourds with his children on the street.

The white cloth on the bamboo pole was blown by the wind, and after repeatedly confirming that the three words on the plaque were written on Xinyue Building, Mo Weiyang pulled the silent Fu Cheng and walked in.

Several tables and chairs are neatly placed in the hall, and a few candles are hung on the beams, which look spacious and simple, and there is a table not far from the door, on which is placed an abacus and two thin account books, which are very clean.

"Fifty taels of silver a night." A low, deep voice.

It turned out that there was another person behind the table, who looked weak and slumped in the chair, Mo Weiyang followed the voice and looked over when he met the person's eyes that were inadvertently raised, slender and long, very good-looking, but unfortunately there was no life in his eyes.

Fifty taels of silver a night, this price can be eaten by a large family for a month, even if you haven't gone out for a few years, the price can't rise like this, Mo Weiyang didn't speak.

The uncle standing next to him said casually: "Girl, this is today's minimum consumption." ”

Minimum consumption, this word sounds very lofty, Mo Weiyang resisted the urge to twitch the corners of his mouth and motioned to Fu Cheng to pay for it.

"In your bag." Fu Cheng replied, and glanced at Mo Weiyang's bulging luggage by the way, and his little eyes and luggage were all stared at by him twice.

"Fifty taels for the living." The man sitting behind the table continued.

The money was about to be given, Mo Weiyang simply took Xiaobai out of the package, Fu Cheng could ignore it in his pocket, but after taking it out, he heard him snort from his nose and turned around and went upstairs.

It can be seen that Fu Cheng really doesn't like Xiaobai, if he hadn't bought him with a humanoid sandbag early in the morning, it is estimated that the two of them would have parted ways a long time ago, you must know that it took her a whole week to make the humanoid sandbag.

silently took the door number worth one hundred taels of silver, and sighed that it was really difficult to raise a small thing, not only was it disliked by others, but even the cost of travel was so high.

In the time of entering the house, the meal was already on the table, and there was a plate of rare meat, because there were few poultry on this continent, and wild meat was generally poisonous, so edible meat was precious.

Fu Cheng was already sitting on the side and pretending to drink tea, he had walked for half a month, he still looked like a refreshing little Zhengtai, but Mo Weiyang was dusty, but even if it was dirty, Mo Weiyang still decided to finish eating, it was too long since he had seen such a normal meal.

As soon as he picked up a piece of meat and didn't chew it twice, Mo Weiyang's eyebrows wrinkled, the taste of the meat slices was too fishy, although it smelled okay with a few spices, but it tasted like it didn't put it, only the salty and fishy smell remained.

It seems that there is really nothing new about the meat here, Mo Weiyang put down his chopsticks and picked up the plate of meat and said to Fu Cheng: "Wait for me, I'll be back immediately." So he went downstairs.

Fu Cheng was about to stop her, but before the words could be spoken, Mo Weiyang was gone.

"Uncle, I want to borrow this kitchen for use." Mo Weiyang looked at the uncle who looked ordinary in the hall on the first floor, there was a pot of tea on the table in front of him and a plate of meat slices that were the same as his hand, except for Mr. Weak who was spread out behind the table, he was alone in the empty hall.

The uncle flashed his white teeth, looked at the plate in Mo Weiyang's hand and smiled: "Isn't the food to taste, this is a rare craft." ”

Well, even if the meat slices are rare, but the craftsmanship is really not flattering, Mo Weiyang said so-so: "The knife work is still good, but it is a little light." ”

The uncle smiled heartily: "The kitchen is in the back, you can use it casually." After taking a sip of tea, he looked at the man behind the table and said, "Today's chef is going to be sad." ”

Mo Weiyang followed him and saw the weak gentleman behind the table, compared to the uncle, the presence of this weak gentleman was even weaker, he kept his head down and looked at the book without raising his head, Mo Weiyang decided to ignore him and ran directly to the kitchen with meat.

The candlelight on the table floated faintly.

Cangjin put down the book in his hand and said, "It's just a passerby, the general doesn't need to be serious." ”

The voice is not loud, it sounds a little clear, but it is said casually, and it does not matter.

"Those two children look like they just came out of the fifty mountains." Bai chased a cup of tea: "Fortunately, I just want you to take a look at the store for a while, otherwise there will only be these two little customers." ”

Mr. Weak stroked his sleeves and stood up from behind the table, so that he was not short, but he was very thin and wore a wide dress, and he looked weak against his sick complexion.

"I haven't held a knife for a few years, but you've become emotional." Picking up the candle that was sent by the account table, the thin and long fingers looked a little cold under the dim light, and the blurred face buried in the shadows really had the aura of a great demon king.

Watching Mr. Weak slowly walk upstairs, the corners of his clothes flew up, and the few lights in the hall were clearly extinguished, and they shook a few times, and they went out. Only the wick on the uncle's desk remained, and it was still lit even after shaking.

"There's not even a single tea drinker, gone."

Mo Weiyang came out of the inner room with hot slices of boiled meat, took the last candle on the table by the way, and went upstairs briskly.

As for downstairs, there's no one anyway, so it's dark.

The red dried chili peppers, the golden oil and water, and the thin and tender slices of meat are really appetizing. Fu Cheng made a small face, but unfortunately his spicy flushed face destroyed the seriousness, and said, "You still bring food with you when you go out?" ”

Mo Weiyang waved his chopsticks and picked out the largest piece of meat in the bowl, and replied as a matter of course: "Of course, otherwise what to eat." ”

Poked Xiao Bai, who was lying on the side eating radish, and said, "How about tasting the meat." ”

"Isn't it spicy?" Fu Cheng's voice was a little unhappy, puffing out his mouth that was spicy red, and he seemed to be very serious, but the work in his hands was non-stop.

"Recently, I've been thinking about changing its appetite, and it's not a good habit to be picky eaters."

Mo Weiyang said indifferently, ignoring the two resentful glances in the room.

It's a good day to have meat.

When the warm sunlight hit his face, all kinds of noisy sounds came from the window, hawkers, hurryers, playing, and sometimes the sound of horses' hooves in between. The town was as warm and alive as the sun had risen.

I didn't expect this inn to look ordinary, but the overall lighting and location are still good, facing the sun, and it is not far from the crowd is not a chaotic downtown area.

"Poof...... Poof......"

A yellow strange bird flew in from the window, with an eagle-like body, slender legs, sharp claws, and ignoring the earthy yellow miscellaneous hair all over its body, this bird still looked very imposing.

The bird's claws stretched out towards Mo Weiyang, and Mo Weiyang also wanted to stretch out in a friendly way, but seeing the light shining on the tips of the claws, he thought about it and silently took a small roll of cloth from the bird's legs.

"South."

It was the master's handwriting, but it was just this one word that was turned over and over, Mo Weiyang threw the strip of cloth to Fu Cheng with a headache, looked at Ah Huang, who had already flown away, and said, "Let's go, let's go downstairs to eat." ”

"What do the two little guest officers want to eat?" A man in a waiter's suit asked them as he greeted the table in front of them.

This shop seems to have changed a bit.

Unlike yesterday's empty hall door, today's people are a little crowded, is this a change of boss overnight?

Mo Weiyang is the truth.

The table is still the same table, but the person sitting in the back has become a man who is not confused by his squinted eyes.

"Where's your bookkeeper yesterday?" Mo Weiyang asked.

Xiao Er touched his head: "The guest officer said that it was funny, the interior of our store has been renovated in the past few days, and it will only open today." ”

Mo Weiyang was a little confused, and then asked, "How much money do you have for one night?" ”

"Five taels, the room price will be reduced by 20% for the second night in a row, do you want to continue your stay?"

Little second brother, don't you think your statement is a bit inconsistent? It didn't open yesterday, but you can continue to live today, you are really good to the contemptible.

My one hundred taels of silver, black shop!