Zhao Yange was even more shocked when he heard what Lao Huang said, an old man with white hair 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.

Zhao Yange, 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.

Zhao Yange smacked his tongue when he heard this, his eyes widened, and he couldn't wait to applaud, but those other listeners seemed to have heard of it, and soon frowned fiercely, and after a while, not only did he 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!"

Zhao Yange suddenly had his finger pierced by the skin of the melon seed, and a burst of 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 look of resentment, 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?" Zhao Yange smiled dumbly, since he promised Suning to bring Lao Huang into the Zhao 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!

Zhao Yange 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!

Zhao Yange 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! ”

Zhao Yange'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...

The audience was dumbfounded, how could the story told by the teenager be so appealing? That old man in sheepskin with a broken sword 'Trojan Horse Cow' in his hand is really a sword to open the mountain? Deng Tai'a, who twisted peach blossom branches in his hand, fed twelve flying swords with blood? And this gentleman Xu Fengnian entered the north alone and lived with one enemy and three dangers?

Countless applause, the original onlookers not only did not leave, but more and more people listened to the book, and the storyline was compact one after another, like the embankment collapsing, the river splashed, creating a magnificent river and lake poem!

Finally, when it came to Xu Fengnian and Xiao Tuoba in the north and dying, obediently, the fight was called a dark day, the audience was dumbfounded, Zhao Yange was stunned, and said: "That little Tuoba is about to urge a fatal blow, do you know what is going on?" ”

It happened that Lao Huang walked in front of the audience while cleaning up the empty bowl on the table, and those people happily took out the broken silver and put it into the bowl, filled the big bowl with a crackle, and then hurriedly urged: "Speak quickly, don't lose your appetite!" ”

Zhao Yange learned from Lao Huang and took a sip of rice wine and said: "There is a sword coming from outside the sky, and the princess Jiang Ni and Cao Changqing of the dead country rushed in..."

The scene was dead silent, the needle drop could be heard, and when Zhao Yange finished the last word, his voice was like thunder, and everyone applauded, everyone just felt that the young man's storytelling was wonderful, and he threw silver into Lao Huang's noodle bowl.

At the end, Li Changshan passed away suddenly, and the sheepskin fur opened the mountain when he left!

The audience wept and exclaimed, and once again put their hands into their arms, not feeling sorry for the silver at all, and after the story was told, they reminisced for a long time, and they were reluctant to leave for a long time.

On this day, Lao Huang's noodle restaurant can be described as a prosperous business and a wide range of financial resources!

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yange sat at the table with a dry mouth, Lao Huang was full of smiles, and said: "Childe's "Sword in the Snow" is really wonderful, this story is your original, it seems that Childe is talented, but today to help Xiao Lao'er out of the siege, how to let Lao Huang thank him?" ”

Zhao Yange hurriedly said: "The old gentleman has won the award, as for thanks, don't you like to make rice wine, just give us a bowl of your snake gall rice wine!" ”

Lao Huang didn't dare to be ambiguous, so he hurriedly went to scoop up wine for Zhao Gongzi, and walked with a tigery style, which looked like an old man in a sixtieth year, but had the demeanor of a grandmaster.

"Lao Huang, my name is Zhao Yange, I have eaten noodles here with you before, you should have an impression, Su Gongzi said, you used to be a subordinate of his family, and you were helpless when you returned to Wolong Town, he said that you can cook, it just so happens that the Zhao family lacks a cook, I want to invite you to Zhao's house, can you see it?"

Lao Huang has his principles, even if this matter is a good thing for him, he still meanders and postpones it until: "What Su Gongzi said, Lao Huang didn't dare not listen, but Lao Huang was a lot older, if he caused trouble to Su Gongzi, Lao Huang would be to blame!" ”

At his age, if he goes, he is causing trouble for others, and Lao Huang is just using another way to shirk it!

Zhao Yange smiled: "You don't have to worry about anything else, if you don't come, you will make trouble for Su Gongzi, clean up, and come to Zhao's house tomorrow!" ”

Lao Huang bent down and said, "Thank you son, no, you should be called young master!" ”

Zhao Yange waved his hand without looking back, and went back to Zhao's mansion!