At this time, it was almost late at night, but as one of the several major restaurants in Langjing, the "Drunkard Building" was full of cars and horses, and the guests were endless, and the banquet was staggered, so it was not lively. Sun Wu was so busy that he was sweating profusely, and when he turned around, he seemed to see the shopkeeper coming in from the side of the drunkard building with a man.

"Shopkeeper!" Sun Wu hurriedly asked Zhao Liu, who was beside him, to take care of the guests at hand for him, but before he could pass, the shopkeeper and the guy disappeared under his nose!

He craned his neck and looked around.

"Sun Wu, it's not now to be lazy." Although the little leper was too busy to touch the ground, when he passed by Sun Wu, he still threw such a sentence in a small voice.

"You," Sun Wu just wanted to refute, but he saw several guys not far away looking up at him in unison, and over there, there were guests waving and shouting.

"You wait." He gritted his teeth and said this, and immediately changed to a smiling demeanor, like a live fish merging into the vast sea, "This guest officer, what do you want?" ”

The little leper squinted at Sun Wu, smiled contemptuously, and looked up at the second floor of the drunkard building, just now, if you read it right, behind the shopkeeper, it should be Shen Nineteen, who has just arrived, right?

"Nineteen, you have put away this token." In a remote private room on the second floor, the old man in the drunkard building closed the doors and windows, and cautiously handed the black token in his sleeve to Hu Shijiu.

Hu Shijiu took the token and couldn't help but secretly exclaim in her heart, in her last life, she remembered that Han Mochen also had a token similar to this.

It is made of dark iron, and the upper part of the front is engraved with an auspicious cloud pattern, and the lower part is a dignified and rigid "Ling" character.

The difference is that on the back of this token, there is a white tiger with a copper head and iron forehead, while behind Han Mochen's token is a red bird reborn from the ashes.

The old man saw that Hu Shijiu was silent, mistakenly thinking that he had scared her, and said slowly: "Child, don't be afraid. Put it away, maybe you can use it when it counts. ”

The old man's words made Hu Shijiu suddenly wake up from her memories, and she hurriedly presented the token with both hands. "Master, I can't ask for it."

"Why?"

"This ......" Judging by the reaction of the night guard just now, the origin of this token should not be underestimated.

And at this time, it actually appeared in the hands of the old man who was the shopkeeper of the restaurant, this token, in Hu Shijiu's heart, was no less than a piece of coal, she wanted to say something, but she couldn't speak.

"Take it." The old man saw that Hu Shijiu's expression was different at this time, but he still insisted that she accept the token.

The old man's voice had a majesty that could not be disobeyed.

"Master......"

"Since you call me a master, why, just after entering the master's door, you didn't listen to the master?" When the old man heard Hu Shijiu call himself like this, his expression eased slightly.

At this time, there was a rhythmic knock of "dong dong dong" outside the door.

Hu Shijiu hurriedly received the token into his sleeve. The old man smiled with satisfaction.

It was a strange guy who came in, holding a rectangular copper plate in his hand, with a few plates of home-cooked side dishes in it, and looked at Hu Shijiu with an inquiring meaning.

The old man nodded, and placed the plate on the table in silence.

"Thank you!" Hu Shijiu hurriedly helped him take out the dishes from the plate, but as if he was scared of him, he withdrew his hand and quickly looked at Hu Shijiu.

Hu Shijiu was also taken aback by his reaction, and stood aside at a loss. Soon, the man lowered his head and placed the dishes on the table in order.

Then, he quietly withdrew.

"Let's eat." The old man picked up the bamboo chopsticks and asked Hu Shijiu to sit down as well.

Hu Shijiu was full of suspicion, but the old man didn't seem to want to talk about anything. When the words came to his lips, he swallowed them again.

The exquisite dishes exuded an enticing aroma, and Hu Shijiu couldn't help but feast on it.

"Master," Hu Shijiu said tentatively until the hunger in his belly subsided slightly.

"Eat." The old man didn't give her a chance to speak.

Hu Shijiu nodded, and said casually, "This dish is so delicious!" ”

There was a smile on the old man's face.

"Is it still to your liking?" At this time, the old man, it seemed that as long as Hu Shijiu didn't refrain from the token, he would return to the kind and gentle Ah Weng.

"Hop! Special Fit! Hu Shijiu ate in a big mouthful, and sandwiched a piece of sweet and sour loin, which was just salivated and put to his mouth, but as if he thought of something, he put it in the bowl again, "It's ......"

"What's it?" The old man looked at her and suddenly stopped eating, and asked with some puzzlement.

"It's such a delicacy, nineteen eat it in the stomach, but I don't know who made it, it's like a cow chewing a peony, it's a pity!" After saying that, she shook her head and sighed.

Looking at this piece of sweet and sour tenderloin, Hu Shijiu was really depressed, and she didn't eat the meat in the bowl, this was the first time for her......

This little guy has a lot of ghost eyes.

The old man nodded with a deep understanding, "Yes." ”

Hu Shijiu was a little weak-hearted, and he didn't know if his little insect carving skill would be useful in front of the master.

"These small dishes are all made by that child." Although the old man saw through Hu Shijiu's careful thoughts, he still told her with a smile.

"I've been here all these days, and I don't think I've seen him!" Hu Shijiu stared at him and said, there are many guys in the drunkard building, and it is not surprising that one or two have not seen each other. However, the silence when this guy came in aroused Hu Jiujiu's curiosity.

"In the future, you can call him Jiu'er." A hint of pity flashed across the old man's face. "This kid can't speak, and his hearing isn't very good."

The so-called ten deaf and nine dumb, no wonder he helped just now, but he frightened this guy named "Jiu'er".

Nine, nineteen, only one word.

Hu Jiu felt a little sorry in his heart, and he also had an inexplicable kindness to the silent Jiu'er just now.

As he spoke, Jiu'er came in. He brought a teapot, Hu Shijiu looked familiar, and only then did he remember that this was the same teapot that the old man used to talk about tea with him last time.

Jiu'er was still so quiet, but there was a little less wariness of Hu Nineteen in her eyes.

He opened the lid of the pot, poured hot water into it, poured one light for the old man, and then filled it for Hu Shijiu.

Hu Shijiu hurriedly thanked him, but thought that Jiu'er might not be able to hear it, so she gently came to Jiu'er's side, faced him, nodded heavily, and opened a big smile, and in front of him, she ate a large bite of the dish that had been cold, showing an intoxicated look.

Jiu'er was stunned for a moment, and then a dazzling light flashed in her fawn-like eyes. He laughed shallowly, and that smile was the cleanest smile Hu Shijiu had ever seen.

Then, he brewed the tea leaves in the pot for the second time for the old man and Hu Shijiu. Jiu'er's technique is exactly the same as that of the old man. Although it is not as chic and relaxed as the old man, it is also meticulous and skillful.

With the experience of the last time, Hu Shijiu didn't think how difficult the first brew of this tea was. On the contrary, I am looking forward to the fragrance after that.

After Hu Shijiu's teacup was filled three times, the air was once again filled with the kind of cold fragrance that made Hu Shijiu unforgettable, Jiu'er bowed slightly to the old man, nodded to Hu Shijiu, and left quietly.

The tea is dense, the tea is fragrant, and Hu Nineteen seems to be real and illusory.

She stood up and stared at the beautifully carved door of the private room, feeling like she wanted to step out and see if it was all just a dream.

In the sleeve, something hit the amber rosewood table with a "bang", which was the token given to him by the master!

"Master," Hu Shijiu took out the token from his sleeve and presented it with both hands. The black token made of dark iron flowed a dark red color under the candle flame, like a dried bloodstain.

This girl is really stubborn.

"Nineteen, the wine cellar you see today is the secret wine cellar of the drunkard building." The old man didn't take the token, but also slowly stood up, looked at Hu Shijiu and said.

Secrets, wine cellars?