The Drunken Immortal Building was silent for a while, and then it was noisy, which was really exciting. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThese four dishes and these four poems complement each other perfectly, which makes everyone present look at their eyes.

"It's worthy of a poetry chef, I'm Xu someone!" A businessman surnamed Xu greeted Chef Lao Song.

"Haha, Shopkeeper Zhu is very calculating! Who can uncover such a mystery, and the people who hook up are itchy. "This is a rough man who jokes with Zhu Gui." But now that I know the answer, it's much more comfortable. ”

"Xiucai is a step above chess, this poetry kitchen is worthy of its name in the Drunken Immortal Building!" There are also people who pat Wang Lun's sycophants, which can be described as a sedan chair that everyone carries.

The beautiful young man in brocade, who originally thought that his answer would win the applause of the audience, turned around and returned to his seat, and at this time there was no longer a calmness in his chest. The fair face was flushed with embarrassment, perhaps from the heat.

Wang Lun watched the brocade-clothed young man sit down and retracted his gaze. However, he felt a little strange in his heart: this person just seemed to have tears in the corners of his eyes, how could a big man be so unfrustrated.

"Uh-huh!" Maybe he couldn't get used to Wang Lun's approach, or maybe he was annoyed and angry that he couldn't answer the poetry fan, Old Master Liu coughed vigorously.

"Your restaurant is also open normally, and the list of joint insurance has been handed over to you, so I will go back to the county to study." Old Master Liu walked to his side and said to Wang Lun.

"Why is the master so anxious, it's not too late to leave after lunch together." As soon as Wang Lun heard that Old Master Liu was leaving, he hurriedly stayed.

"Humph! I can't afford your food and drink! It seems that the habitual old master Liu stiffly replied to Wang Lun, and then said to Wang Lun seriously: "Today, the reputation of your restaurant has spread in Jeju, and I am afraid that I will make money every day, but don't forget your ambition." ”

Wang Lun heard Old Master Liu's teachings, and hurriedly bowed and saluted, saying that he would definitely not forget his original intention. "Master, rest assured! This year's exam, Wang Lun will not let you down! ”

"That's good, that's good. When a few of your sponsors are free, I will invite you to meet together, and you will know each other well. Old Master Liu said again.

"Then there is the old master!" Wang Lun was grateful when he saw that Old Master Liu was thinking so much about himself, Old Master Liu has always been a knife mouth and tofu heart.

"Alright, you go get busy!" Old Master Liu walked towards the door, took a few steps and explained to Wang Lun: "Today's birthday of the county professor, several colleagues from the county school asked me to visit the county professor today. ”

Old Master Liu went to the county professor's house to celebrate the leader's birthday, and Wang Lun still brought two altars of good bamboo leaves to Master Liu.

At this time, it was close to noon, and everyone was watching the show in this restaurant, guessing that some poetry fans were already hungry. Some people want to taste the wine and food of the drunken fairy building, and people sit down in twos and threes to order food. This person ordered a copy of "I wish to be a winged bird in heaven", that person ordered a "green snail on a silver plate", and someone ordered "peach blossom flowing water mandarin fish fat".

But no one ordered "two yellow orioles singing green willows, and a line of egrets in the blue sky." The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli boat". In fact, Wang Lun also regarded these dishes as literati and elegant things, and increased everyone's talking points, can he really regard these as the signature dishes of the Drunken Immortal Building?

However, after the high tide of poetry fans, Zhu Gui arranged a professional vignette in a restaurant.

At this time, the protagonist on the first floor became Zhao Xiaoliu, the leader of Wang Lun's newly promoted guys, Zhao Xiaoliu also wore a square turban, but the scarf on his head was brown. In addition to the words "Drunken Immortal Building" written on the shirt, there is also a sign in the shape of a wine jar on the chest.

I saw that Zhao Xiaoliu forked three bowls with his left hand, and stacked twenty bowls with his right arm from his hand to his shoulder, all of which were all kinds of dishes ordered by each person. This person wants his own sweet and sour Yellow River carp, and that person wants his own dry steamed Jiaji fish. Zhao Xiaoliu distributed the dishes according to everyone's request, and he was able to do it exactly right. This is Zhao Xiaoliu's ability, his memory is amazing and his arms are strong, and he can do the trick of running a meal without leaking.

Although this is just an inconspicuous craft, and others don't particularly care about it, there are still careful people who find that their evaluation of Drunken Immortal Building is one level higher in their hearts. An ordinary guy has such a level, can the strength of Drunken Immortal Building be inferior.

Pan Rabbit is a native of Jeju, because he has two huge front teeth, others either call him Pan Big Tooth or call him Pan Rabbit. Pan Rabbit is the head of all the beggars in Jeju City, and every day the beggars have to hand over a part of the "day money" to him for the things they beg, and when the beggars have nothing to beg forg, he cooks porridge for relief.

Today he has five pounds of money, which is probably the income that all beggars can't beg for a year. But he felt hot when he held the money in his hand, Pan Tuzi didn't want to take it, but the so-called friends in the yamen could not shirk it. As the saying goes, Hades is better than a little ghost, and if you offend that person and his old brothers, it will definitely be more difficult.

Although Wang Lun didn't know Pan Rabbit, he had heard of the name Wang Lun. In the past few days, several beggars under his command have said that Wang Lun beat Huang Wulang angrily and helped Niu Wa beg for wages. Pan Rabbit usually lives a hard life, but he also has his own persistence in his heart, a word "righteousness".

What Pan Rabbit has done over the years is for his brothers and for the word "righteousness" in his heart. Pan Tuzi walked towards Wang Lun's drunken immortal building with the strong beggars in his group, thinking that he would not be able to deal with Wang Lun today, but fortunately he had no friendship with him before.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, Pan Rabbit's men gathered more and more than thirty people, and they all held sticks in their hands. These people walked together, and although their clothes were tattered and patched, they were still clean and had an imposing atmosphere. The people who met Pan Rabbit's group avoided it far away, speculating about what these people were doing. The bold one quietly followed, wanting to see what was going on.

"Give! Eat slowly, there's still a dish! ”

"I still have a lot of steamed buns left, you will take them back and share them with your family."

"Come on, little one, I'll feed you! This chicken leg is for you!"

When he walked about a hundred steps away from the Drunken Immortal Tower, Pan Rabbit and his footsteps gradually slowed down. In front of him was such a scene, a young man dressed in white and wearing jade around his waist was distributing steamed buns to a few little beggars. The little guy who took the chicken leg is not his own little seven.

A gentleman is like a jade, like a spring breeze! For some reason, Pan Rabbit remembered these two words he heard from Mr. Storyteller. Although he had never seen Wang Lun, Pan Rabbit knew that this person was Wang Lun.

At this time, Pan Rabbit's legs couldn't get out anyway, and Pan Rabbit looked back again, and the old brothers who were originally following him also watched everything in front of him with an excited eye. Their footsteps had long since stopped, and they were already a dozen steps away from them, and some of them had moistened their eyes. In these years, these people have long been accustomed to "Zhumen wine and meat smell, and there are frozen bones on the road", who would have thought that today they would see someone treat people like them so warmly.

Seeing everything Wang Lun did, Pan Rabbit was ashamed and turned around and left. But when he turned around, he happened to meet a group of people dressed in black, each with large guns and clubs, several of whom he knew.

This group of people saw Wang Lun, who was distributing steamed buns to a few little beggars at the door of the Drunken Immortal Building, and then looked at Pan Tuzi and his party who had stopped, and they had eyebrows in their hearts. The eyes that looked at Pan Rabbit and these people became cold.

"Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

But it was Pan Xiaoqi and another little beggar who found Pan Rabbit and his party and greeted their father. Then the two little beggars took the steamed buns and chicken legs in their hands and ran to their respective fathers.

Pan Rabbit touched his son's head lovingly, very gently, looking at his son eating chicken legs, his heart was sour. He and his old wife had a total of seven children, but because they were beggars, they had no food and clothing, and in the end only this little son survived. And the youngest son has never tasted meat since he was born, and the old wife is unbearable to beg to survive.

Two groups of people with unknown intentions appeared in front of his restaurant, and Wang Lun had already noticed it. Seeing Pan Xiaoqi running in front of Pan Rabbit, as well as the sticks in the hands of Pan Rabbit's group, his eyes became playful.

Pan Rabbit had mixed feelings for a while, and his heart was mixed. After that, Pan Rabbit made up his mind and pulled his son to Wang Lun. Without saying a word, "tom tom" kowtowed three times in a row.

Immediately afterwards, Pan Tuzi left his son by Wang Lun's side, walked to his own old brother, and stood in two rows with the wooden stick in his hand. It happened to be on the way for the group of black-clothed people to walk towards the Drunken Immortal Tower, and their bodies were straight.