Cao Yanran deliberately moved to the side, how old is it, you can still cry after eating, it's really embarrassing, Cao Yanran dislikes it, no, no.

"I'll cook for you, aren't you happy?" Xun Yu looked resentful.

"Happy and happy!" She mumbled.

"Happy you're crying, huh?"

"Childe, don't you see that Jinling is crying with joy!"

Xun Yu sighed, picked up the spoon on the side and scooped it up, and paused: "Does it taste like home?" I feel this feeling even stronger than you! ”

He walked to the door, there was only a full moon in the sky, it was very round and round, and it was fifteen again, Xun Yu remembered his mother in that world, and looked up at the moon and muttered: "Mom, are you okay?" ”

The next day, Xun Yu was entrusted by Suning to find Lao Huang.

Xun Yu was in a white shirt, giving people a simple feeling, and hurriedly walked towards the small noodle stall on Luosi Street.

Walking on the wide main street, you are traveling, during which there are often emaciated young ladies in Qinglou who take out a handkerchief to swagger, Xun Yu was stunned for a moment, and stopped coldly, but after the addiction, he slowly left.

Sure enough, the aroma of wine is also afraid of the deep alley, and the fireworks Fandel actually ran to the main street to attract customers, which is enough to see the fierce business competition, Xun Yu even suspects that this is the origin of the 'unspoken rules' of the office.

Walking into the distance, looking at each other from afar, today's situation is a little different from the day he first came to the noodle stall, it is still a stall, a banner and a dog, but this time a lot of people gathered, Lao Huang was surrounded in the middle, drank a sip of rice wine, and told a story.

It turned out to be a little trick for the storyteller to attract guests!

Xun Yu walked in carefully, the big dog called "Qilin" was guarding the empty bowl, and when he saw that he was not good, he was about to start barking, so frightened that Zhao Yange hurriedly took out a handful of dog food and put it in the bowl, and murmured: "Eat quickly, the coat color is good after eating!" ”

The big dog was implicitly hostile, stretched out his nose and sniffed wildly, licked it with his tongue, and felt that the taste was different, so he cautiously started eating.

In the process of eating, I didn't forget to look up at Xun Yu, and there was a lot of charm in my eyes, as if I was praising Zhao Yange for understanding the rules.

Xun Yu looked at him, and seeing that the big dog's eyes were as warm as wine, he was accidentally shy, bit his lip, and said secretly in his heart: "This girl is a dog and a demon, so laissez-faire!" ”

After getting up, Xun Yu leaned on the pillar beside him, swallowing melon seeds in his mouth, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Lao Huang.

The pomp and circumstance of a storyteller is tied to the name, and some famous storytellers can attract a large number of listeners, and all of them are repeat customers, just by hanging up the signs.

Compared with them, Lao Huang's shelf naturally can't be compared, he took a sip of rice wine to moisten his throat, and said loudly: "Today, Lao Er doesn't talk about the sympathy of men and women in Qinglou, nor does he talk about the love of children in the field, but about the history of struggle of a palace chef..."

Xun Yu was even more shocked when he heard what Lao Huang said, an old man with white hair who dared to tell the story of the imperial chef in the palace?

There were no girls around Lao Huang, and naturally there was no pipa sound accompanied by storytelling, a person said dryly, only to see him take a sip of rice wine, pick up the blackened cloud board on the table and hit the table hard, and then chant a limerick poem:

"The Yellow River is shallower than the heart,

Iron Horse Jingo is like thunder.

Do you forget the country because of the demon,

Only then did I know that food misled the world! ”

He speaks in a sonorous voice, as tactful as a small bridge and flowing water, and the storyteller must read a passage before telling a story, regardless of whether it has anything to do with the story, this is the rule.

Xun Yu, who was standing in the corner, smiled knowingly, looked at the sparse pedestrians listening to the story, and admired this wrinkled old Huang a little, the affairs of the court cannot be told casually, the ancient atmosphere was rude and not enlightened, and there were many people who were imprisoned for criticizing the government.

Lao Huang finally stopped selling Guanzi, and continued to tell the story, talking about the young and vigorous of the imperial chef when he first entered the court, and once made the emperor eat a bad stomach and provoked a plate, and he never dared to be arrogant again, and then he wandered in the ranks of the princess and the prince, a warm and peaceful scene.

Xun Yu smacked his tongue when he heard this, his eyes widened, and he wanted to applaud, but those other listeners seemed to have heard of it, and soon frowned fiercely, and after a while, not only did they not applaud, but booed countless times.

Then there are the voices of whining and joking:

"I said Lao Huang, I have come to your noodle stall six times, and you have told me the story of the imperial kitchen six times, do you dare to tell another story, I am tired of hearing this paragraph!"

"That's what you said is wrong, Lao Huang is a rough man, he may have only heard this one story in his life, isn't it embarrassing for you to let him tell other stories!"

"Forget it, Lao Huang and the big dog depend on each other, telling stories is just to eat a mouthful, let's not be embarrassed for Lao Huang, in the future, if you have enough money, you will come to Lao Huang's noodle stall to eat noodles, okay, let's disperse!"

Xun Yu suddenly pierced his finger by the skin of melon seeds, and a pain came from the nerves, only then did he see that the audience was a little impatient and was about to leave one by one, and then looked at Lao Huang, with a grudge on his face, just shaking his head and sighing lightly but there was nothing he could do.

"Everyone, slow down, Zhao Yange, I am friends with this old man, and today I brought a new story, I don't know if you are interested in hearing it?" Xun Yu smiled dumbly, since he promised Suning to bring Lao Huang into Xun Mansion, he couldn't break his word, of course, before that, he must do what he likes and leave a good impression on Lao Huang.

These melon-eating masses who are full of food and have nothing to do are idle when they go back, seeing a strange face, and they are so confident when they say something, they can't help but be interested, and they sit in the original seats one after another, listening to this yellow-haired child tell a different story.

Lao Huang has a lot of vision, so he hurriedly made way for Zhao Yange, and then went down to serve tea and pour water by himself, this is a good time to rip off customers!

Xun Yu looked around, bowed with a smile on his face, and then learned that Lao Huang was afraid of the cloud board, and a limerick poem appeared in his mind for no reason:

"There are few pedestrians on Mt. Akina,

There are always riders who are higher and lower.

Now the road is still there,

I don't see the old driver!

Today I bring you a new story "Sword in the Snow"! ”

"Knives in the Snow"?

What the hell is this?

The audience was stunned!

Xun Yu said in a low voice: "The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind and rain are shaking, the hegemony is ambitious, say it and listen to the mountain ghosts!"

After talking about the battlefield, let's talk about the fast rivers and lakes that have been away from the sun for a hundred years, and talk about the long howl, the green shirt sword fairy who came from thousands of swords, everything, originated from the ignorant Beiliang disciple - Xu Fengnian! ”

Xun Yu's storytelling technique is extremely ingenious, skipping the bridge that makes the audience impatient, and directly talking about the dragon and tiger fight between Longhu Mountain and Wudang Mountain, and then mixed with the horses of the King of Beiliang, followed by the famous rivers and lakes of Jian Jiuhuang and Li Chungang...