Chapter Eighty-Eight: A Taste on the Tongue
"Can you get me some water, hey, give me a word!" Zhang Yiwan's driver begged for mercy in the dark. He felt the heat on his face, and he didn't know how badly he had been injured by the impact. He moved his neck slightly, and it was functioning normally. The driver sucked again, and he screamed, it seemed that one or two of his ribs were broken, and the slightest movement was very painful.
"Zhang Guozi, you guys!" The driver called for help.
The lights in the house came on.
The driver looked around, and he seemed to be in a storeroom, and the whole house did not have a single window. Not far away was a table covered with a flannel sleeve and several bowls covered with saucers upside down.
"Why is the table upside down?" The driver was very strange, he looked at his feet, and it turned out that he was hanging upside down in the air, and his feet were tied in a knot and hung on an iron hook in the wall.
The blood on my neck ran down my chin and down my cheeks, so I felt like my face was hot! His head was about a meter away from the ground, which looked quite the concrete surface. The driver gritted his teeth and bent over, he held his legs with both hands to observe the rope on the leg, the rope was a live buckle, he grabbed a section of the rope with one hand, and loosened the rope mouth with the other hand, and the heel rope gradually had space, at this time he tried to take one of the legs out of the live buckle, but the hand that didn't want to grab the rope couldn't hold it, only one leg came out, and his whole person lost his balance again, one leg hung on the rope, and one leg hung in the air.
He no longer had the strength to bend over. The whole person was dangling in the air, and the feeling of brain congestion was really uncomfortable. It seemed that the operation just now had consumed all the strength he had left.
I don't know how long it took, but the rope broke, and he fell headfirst down. The fatigue of his body no longer had time for him to worry about the pain caused by falling to the ground, but fortunately, he should not be able to die not far from the ground.
The old-fashioned record player rang again, "Meeting is fate, this friend, thank you for letting us meet here, you should know why you are here." If you're hungry, we've got a hearty meal for you, so let's get your fill first! The sound was gone, and Schubert's lullaby sounded on the record player again.
The driver struggled to get up, and there was a large jug of wine, four large plates, and four large bowls on the table. He took off the lids of the dishes one by one, "The four big plates are stir-fried kidney flowers, garlic fat sausages, sweet and sour tenderloin, and shredded pork in Beijing sauce." In the four large bowls are elbows with handles, boiled pork slices, dumplings in sour soup and meat buns. The driver's saliva was pouring out.
He opened the liquor bottle and sniffed it, "Wow, the best Moutai." "The driver drank half a bottle at once, and the amount of alcohol in the Northeast is as bold as their character. These dishes are all meat dishes, which are too anti-hunger. The driver picked up a big bun and went up in one bite to solve half of it. This bun is made of green onion meat, and the person who eats it is full of oil. There were no chopsticks on the table, and the driver couldn't care so much. Grabbing the waist flower with one hand, and grabbing the belt with the other, he stuffed his elbow into his mouth, like a starving ghost coming out of life. After just a few bites, the driver choked, and he kept pounding his chest with his fists, his face flushed. He took the bottle and poured it into his throat, and another half bottle went in. Because the food was too fierce, the driver was separated, if people were hungry, where could they take care of so much, he gasped a few times and forcibly suppressed the partition, and put the tofu skin in front of him in the shredded pork with Beijing sauce in his mouth, and then stuffed the green onion and shredded meat into his mouth, which he learned when he ate roast duck, and saved the effort to wrap it again. His face was covered with oil, and he was so happy that he couldn't feel the pain in his ribs.
"Ahh It's fucking cool. The driver raised the glass and poured it into his mouth again, and after a few sips of the flask, it bottomed out. He had already gnawed away the elbow, and a large bone was left on the table. The other dishes were also eaten by him like crazy. He put all the rest of the dishes into the pot of sour soup dumplings, and stuck his head into the basin like a pig and hummed. In the end, not to mention the dishes, even the sour soup was drunk by him.
The driver sighed while picking at his teeth, "I haven't eaten a northern meal so seriously since I came to Hubei!" It's so fucking satisfying. ”
The lullaby in the record becomes a sharp tool to urge eating, at which point the music fades and the sound fades out. "Good appetite, my friend. I know you're from the north, and such a big meal is made especially for you, and it takes a lot of effort, but don't leave a trace left, that would be a tyrannical thing. ”
"Don't worry, if I have good teeth, I'll even nibble on the bowl for you!" The driver was in a good mood and began to interact with the record player.
"It's disappointing that you're so full now, and you don't care where your brothers who died in vain have gone in the underworld. By the way, we have made a lot of food today, and there are some accessories left, if you are not full, you can open the table, there are still a lot of delicious foods under the table! ”
When the driver heard that there was still delicious food, he immediately kicked the table away, and there was a half-person-high vat under the table. What was placed inside stunned the driver, it was a corpse, without a head and thighs, there was still blood left on the bones, and the bones were covered with the clothes of the Northeast Army.
The voice on the record player suddenly became gloomy. "As I said, we cooked this table especially for you. The sweet and sour loin is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and it is made of the buttocks on the buttocks of this brother, which is really fragrant. The treatment of fat intestines is the most elegant, first of all, all the intestines are taken out of the stomach, all the feces in it are cleaned up, and then constantly washed with water, the intestinal wall can not leave too much oil, otherwise it will be too greasy. The waist flower is even more elegant, the age is too old to taste, and the age is too young and easy to roast too much. Your brother is in his early twenties, which is the age of the best waist, which is really just right. As for the shredded pork in Kyoto sauce and the boiled pork slices, we really wasted our thoughts, they were cut off your brother's ribs little by little. You should think that the stuffing in the buns and dumplings is particularly fresh, and yes, when we cut the meat, we deliberately did not bleed in order to ensure the quality of the meat. The elbow with the handle is very simple to make, but it is too much of a test of the chef's control of the heat, we first roast it, and then wrap it in a dipping sauce and steam it in a basket. This table of rice is a gift from nature and cannot be wasted at all, so your brother's bladder, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, we did not throw it away, put it together, and add Sichuan pepper ingredients to make a soup of sour soup dumplings, which should be the top enjoyment in the world, how is it, how do you feel now. "The jukebox came to an abrupt end here.
The driver touched his neck with his hand, and his face shook unconsciously, "I ate people, hahaha, I ate people, hahaha." The driver rubbed his stomach and pounded it suddenly, and he grabbed his neck with his hand and shook it again. After tossing for a long time, he finally put his two hands into his throat and poked hard, and a warm current rushed up from his esophagus. At that moment, his mouth, nostrils, and even his eyes spurted out the delicious delicacies he had just eaten.
"Hahahaha。。。。。。" The man on the record player let out a burst of laughter.