The most terrifying thing in the world is nothing more than seeing your own body from another angle. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yang Huairen has experienced all this, and it is really a unique feeling to look at the "self" that is gradually cooling away in the darkness in another exorcism.

Before this, Yang Huairen's last memory is clear and vivid, as a young proprietor and chef of a well-known Hutong restaurant...... As an assistant, he was picked up early in the morning by the chef's father, rode his brand-name electric tricycle, and picked up a truckload of fresh vegetables from the vegetable stall of the little sister of the Zhang family in the morning market, and flirted with her before leaving.

As for the future, it seems to be broken, and I can't remember anything.

In the midst of the silliness, the surrounding scenery gradually brightened, and even in the morning, the first rays of early summer sunlight were a little scorching.

Yang Huairen felt that it was necessary to bury "himself", which was a bit weird to do, but it was imperative, and it was not so fun to expose "himself" to the wilderness.

"Dude, I'm sorry."

Yang Huairen muttered, and searched the wallet, key, and watch on "himself", except for a small bag of dried chili peppers, and a large bag of fresh vegetables were all smashed. He found a branch and began to dig a hole.

It wasn't until he dug up seven or eight branches the thickness of the mouth of the wine bottle that he dug up the grave and reluctantly buried "himself", it was already noon.

After washing off his stinky sweat by the stream, Yang Huairen saw his current appearance clearly - a poor scholar who was only one meter tall and in his early seventies, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with fair skin and thin body.

"Your grandmother's dead child, God, two lifetimes, can't you let me be a handsome guy once?"

A face reflected by the stream, the facial features are also exquisite, but compared to the word handsome guy, there are at least eight streets away.

After finding a long flat stone bar and filling the tombstone, Yang Huairen left an epitaph for "himself" - "This demon lives here, day and night, good at sucking human blood, and the whistle is the signal." ”

After taking off a sentry keychain and sandwiching it between two pieces of bluestone, Yang Huairen pouted and smiled with satisfaction, "Look who dares to approach Uncle Ben's territory!" Hey hey ......"

After walking two or three miles along the stream, I saw a big road, and when I got up the road, I saw people.

Yang Huairen learned the tone of the ancients and asked the path clearly, before turning the direction and heading east.

It's past noon, there is no wind, the willows on both sides of the official road are half dead by the scorching sun, they can not do much, although Yang Huairen resisted the scorching sun, but can not withstand the heat wave.

Sweat continued to drip from his forehead, smashed on the tamped loess pavement, and immediately disappeared without a trace.

The rising hot air distorted his vision, and Yang Huairen felt that he was hallucinating, otherwise why had he walked for so long, and the road still didn't come to an end?

"Dog God, bear God, others have crossed over to be either the emperor or the prince, and the last time is also a gentleman from a high-ranking official family, how come you are a little broken scholar to me?"

Growing up so big, Yang Huairen experienced hunger and hardship for the first time, and finally understood that happiness is actually quite simple, for the present, a glass of cola with ice is enough.

After all, Coke didn't have it, and complaining wouldn't do anything, so he had to continue to walk on the endless road on the hot road.

I don't know how long I walked, and when he saw a city from afar, Yang Huairen was so excited that he almost cried, but unfortunately the water on his body was roasted to the point that there was not much left, and there were not a few extra drops to waste on tears.

Tokyo City is the largest city in the Great Song Dynasty, but Yang Huairen entered the city, but he didn't see a few pedestrians, except for a few ragged people named Hanako and a hairless old dog hiding in the shadows under the city wall, the whole city seemed to be hot and still.

I didn't have time to admire the pavilions and pavilions of different shapes in Tokyo City, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of raw water by a well, and the first thing Yang Huairen needed to solve was to fill his stomach first.

People are iron, rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry.

Zhili quotes are often very true, but for Yang Huairen, who is penniless, it is a big problem.

Learn from beggars to beg along the streets, and there is no one on the road; learns from the monk and turns into a fate, and the appearance is not right; Learn from bullies to take it by force, and I don't have that money.

Therefore, Yang Huairen's head turned for a long time, and the only way to come up with it was to eat the overlord meal, which might be more heroic than starving to death.

Of course, it is also possible to be beaten half to death, or even not beaten, depending on how Yang Huairen chooses.

Eight Immortals? No, in a three-story restaurant, the thugs have at least passed the martial arts test.

Liu Jiazheng store? No, the two big wolf dogs at the door with big mouths are too scary.

vetoed several large stores in a row, and Yang Huairen finally took a fancy to a small soup cake shop at the end of a small alley.

This small shop called "Wang Ji Soup Cake" does not even have a plaque, one side of the washed yellowed banner hangs in front of the door, there is no special kitchen in the store, the door is a boiling iron pot stove, on each side of each placed two polished shiny low square tables, the whole look is very clean.

There were no customers in the store, just a little girl of thirteen or fourteen who was napping on the noodle table.

"Have a bowl...... Two large bowls of soup cakes! More cakes and less soup! ”

Yang Huairen puffed up his chest and stepped into Wang Ji Soup and Cake Shop, and swaggered to find a place by the door and sit down.

The trick to eating a bully meal is nothing more than two points, the first point is to find a location by the door to facilitate escape; The second point is that even if the pockets are cleaner than the face, I have to show that my father is the richest man and my buddy is not bad for money.

The plan went well, the little girl woke up, saw a guest come to the door, hurriedly wiped her face and began to put soup cakes into the pot, it didn't take much effort, two bowls of steaming soup cakes and a small plate of pickles were served.

"The guest officer will use it slowly, and I will send you a plate of pickles."

The service is considerate, Yang Huairen thought. At this time, you must not lose your square inch, even if the flat belly has been protesting for a long time, you still have to eat slowly and methodically, and you must not gobble up the horse's feet.

After taking the first bite, Yang Huairen began to shake his head.

This soup cake is really unpalatable, the noodles are dead, and the taste is so bad that it can't be done; Even if the taste is poor, the problem is that there is no taste; Even if there is no taste, the braised soup is not a little oily flower.

Forget it, who made this an overlord meal? It doesn't cost you anything to fill your stomach. Yang Huairen sighed, blaming himself for choosing for a long time and still not choosing well.

"Have a bowl...... Two large bowls of soup cakes! More cakes and less soup! ”

Hey? Rob brother's lines? Yang Huairen followed the prestige, and a thick black man with a height of more than one meter and nine meters rushed in with great strides and sat directly opposite Yang Huairen.

"Your grandma, where is it not good to sit, do you have to sit opposite me to block my escape route?" Yang Huairen was thinking about the black man in his heart, and stared at the rough black man opposite with resentment in his eyes.

The rough black man saw a plainly dressed white-faced scholar staring at him opposite, and finally stared back with a pair of big eyes in anger.

"You white-skinned guy, what are you doing staring at the Sprinkle family?"

As he spoke, he saw that there was a bowl of soup cakes in front of Yang Huairen, so he reached out and grabbed it in front of him, picked up a pair of bamboo chopsticks, lowered his head and pulled the soup cake into his big mouth while muttering, "I will borrow you a bowl first, and I will return your bowl of hot ones in a while." ”

"Uh......" Yang Huairen opened his mouth wide in surprise, there is still such a person?

Bacheng is also a bully meal, look at this man with dark skin and a burlap green shirt, he is not a good bird at first glance.

Not to mention the facial features, the horizontal flesh of the face, the eyes of the wicked, the nose of the wicked, the ears of the wicked...... Play a robber and a thief, a splashy thug and the like, without makeup.

In the blink of an eye, half a bowl of soup cakes in front of the thick black man had gone down, and Yang Huairen was also anxious, if this man ate faster than himself, he would fall behind after a while, and he wouldn't even be able to eat an overlord meal to compete for the first place, which was embarrassing.

didn't care about what to eat, Yang Huairen also sped up, didn't care about the taste, took the whole bowl up, and shaved the soup cake into his mouth.

Seeing Yang Huairen eating like this, the rough black man seemed to be infected, and he also followed his example, and poured the whole bowl into his big mouth.

For a while, it was like a competition to eat soup cakes, and the sounds of "hula" and "chirp" filled the small Wang Ji soup cake shop.

Limited to physical conditions, Yang Huairen still didn't eat as fast as the coarse black man, the little sister of the Wang family just brought two new bowls of soup cakes, the first bowl of the coarse black man had already eaten, and he picked up another bowl of hot soup cakes and continued to pour them into his mouth.

Yang Huairen's second bowl had just started to eat, and the opposite side had already been eaten.

But the black man who finished eating was not in a hurry to leave, pulled his sleeves and wiped his mouth indiscriminately, cocked Erlang's legs and looked at Yang Huairen leisurely, with a triumphant smile.

"You black-skinned bastard, what are you staring at the Sprinkle family?"

The rough black man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed openly: "You scholar is very interesting. ”

Yang Huairen glanced at a tall plane tree outside the door, and knew that he had torn his throat and screamed happily, then smiled slyly, leaned over, and waved his hand to signal the rough black man to come over and ask.

The black man was also defenseless, and subconsciously followed Yang Huairen's appearance to the table and gathered a big ear over.

"This strong brother, the younger brother likes you as a refreshing and open-minded person, today's soup cake, or you eat fast, the younger brother is served, the younger brother eats slowly, naturally this meal is a treat, the elder brother waits, the younger brother immediately went to pay the cake money."

"Oh, oh...... Well, thank you brother for your kindness. ”

Seeing that although Yang Huairen was a scholar, he was very good, the black man hugged his fists with satisfaction.

Yang Huairen learned to return the salute, got up and walked slowly to the stove, pretended to stretch his right hand into the sleeve of his left hand and scratched it a few times, then slapped the other side of the stove twice, and pushed away a piece of water-stained noodles on the stove, smiled and waved his hand to signal the little girl in the soup cake shop to lean over her ears.

"This little sister, your soup cakes are delicious, and the black-faced brother opposite Xiaosheng has praised a lot, so I have to treat ......"

"This ......"

The little sister of the soup cake was suspicious, and was about to ask the black man, but the conversation was snatched by Yang Huairen.

"Brother Zhuangshi, my little sister didn't believe it, you told her in person, isn't it you? Fast! Isn't it you? ”

The Chinese language has a unique charm, if a sentence is read in one breath without punctuation, it will have different meanings and artistic conceptions.

The black man didn't think about it, as always, he patted his chest with a smile, "Yes, it's the Sprinkle family." ”