At this time, in the Tianzi room, the largest and best inn in the town, a young man of about twenty-five or sixteen, wearing a long robe, with a slender body and a face like a crown of jade, was holding a book and looking at it with relish.

"Shizi, it's late, you haven't eaten dinner yet." A middle-aged man with a grim face beside him said respectfully.

There were also bowls of untouched meals on the table next to it.

The young man's brow furrowed slightly; "I've said it many times, just call me Childe outside."

"Yes!" The cold middle-aged man hurriedly responded.

The young man waved his hand and said; "I don't have any appetite for these foods, so let's take them down and eat snail noodles tomorrow."

Speaking of this, he put down the book in his hand, touched his stomach, and muttered; "I can't imagine that there is such a delicious taste in this poor country, I really can't stop eating it once."

As soon as I said it, I seemed to be immersed in that taste, and I couldn't help but continue; "Especially the soup, full of umami, as well as the fragrant and fragrant bone taste, the most refreshing is the slightly spicy taste, which makes people feel painful and happy, eating the snail noodles, I feel that this ordinary food tastes like chewing wax." As he spoke, he closed his eyes, and a bowl of snail noodles made his fingers flutter in his mind.

"I feel hungry when I think about it."

The cold middle-aged man behind him; "It's better for my subordinates to go over and ask the store to make a bowl for my son and send it over."

"Forget it, don't disturb people, just go over and eat tomorrow, I'm going to be in the store morning, noon and night, and I'll eat enough for a whole day, hehe." Perhaps pleased with this brilliant idea, he clapped his hands together and rubbed it constantly.

"But Childe, we have been out for so long, it's time to go home, the old lady must think that you are thinking about it tightly, and there are more than 20 days to celebrate the New Year......"

Young people laugh and laugh; "Hey~ What are you afraid of, this place is only more than 500 miles away from home, ten days is enough to go back, the scenery and food here are good, and stay here for two more days, and then go back when I feed the gluttonous worms in my stomach."

Speaking of scenery, a graceful figure appeared in his mind, graceful and moving.

The cold middle-aged man opened his mouth to say something more, but the young man shook his hand and restrained it, picked up the book on the table and continued to read.

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At noon the next day, it was the peak of dining, and almost all the tables in the restaurant were sitting.

Everyone chatted comfortably while squirming with powder.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and a diner slammed the table and stood up, pointing at the snail noodles in front of him and shouting; "Boss, there's a dead rat in your powder!"

As soon as these words were shouted, countless people suddenly stopped their chopsticks and looked over.

Aunt Hua, who was greeting customers in the store, immediately came over, and when she saw that there was a not-so-big mouse floating in the noodle soup, there was indeed a not-so-big mouse floating in the bowl.

A few guests next to him also saw it, and two or three of them seemed to think of something, their faces turned pale, and they couldn't help but vomit on the spot.

The diner was a lean man, who looked like a man of serious work in his dress, and he was now spitting and shouting; "I can't imagine that your shop is so dirty, there are dead rats in the soup, how can people eat it, I think everyone will not come here to eat in the future, they will eat dead people's ......"

"Don't be angry, I'll change the bowl for you right away." Aunt Hua smiled with her.

"For you." As he spoke, he waved his hand and slapped Aunt Hua's face, slapped him, and said arrogantly; "I'm almost full, can I eat another bowl? Besides, I ate so much of this bowl, I have a bad stomach, and the black-hearted shop, hurry up and lose the money for the soup and medicine. ”

Jiang Yi, who was at the counter, walked over, looked at the bowl, and said loudly; "This guest officer, we will never have such a thing in the soup, because the soup is freshly cooked, and there is a fire underneath, and it is impossible for rats to climb on it."

"Wouldn't it have been in the soup before?"

Jiang Yi smiled calmly; "If it had been in the soup before, its fur would have been soaked, but you see, the mouse's fur is still dry."

When everyone heard this, they looked into the bowl, and the upper half of the little mouse's fur was indeed dry.

When the diner heard this, his face immediately turned pale, and he was annoyed that he had been careless.

"This rat is obviously thrown by you, you can see the process of our cooking powder, such a big mouse, even if Aunt Xiang is blind, it is impossible not to see ......"

The diners all nodded, looking at the lean man with suspicion.

Jiang Yi sneered and said again; "Maybe you should have stirred it up and soaked the fur first? It's useless, if it's a boiled mouse, the meat should also be cooked or half-cooked at this time, and this rat meat must be raw. ”

As she spoke, she turned around and took a firewood knife from the kitchen not far away, picked up the mouse to the ground, and chopped it open.

Sure enough, everyone saw that the blood inside was still bright red liquid.

The lean man was speechless for a moment, and quickly turned around and ran away.

Jiang Yi watched the man leave, and then hurriedly asked Aunt Hua to clean up and throw away the half bowl of noodles and chopsticks.

Those diners continued to eat noodles.

In a certain corner, the young man who watched the proprietress with sparkling eyes smiled on his face.

"Not bad, good and decisive......

The cold uncle next to him lowered his head and didn't speak.

The young man suddenly put the chopsticks in his hand on the table, and his expression suddenly became unhappy; "Someone is affecting my appetite."

The middle-aged man stood up suddenly; "Childe, wait a minute, I'll go back!"

The young man nodded with satisfaction; "Just teach me a lesson."

As he spoke, he picked up the chopsticks again and ate them by himself, without affecting his appetite at all.

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The next day, at dusk, the weather was fine.

The lively market during the day is much quieter because the villagers who rushed to the market have left.

The windows are wide open at this time, and a slight cold wind blows in, making the room a little cold.

Outside the window is the sparsely populated street, the rooftops are lined up one after another, and on the black tiles, fireworks are rising one after another, and the low cage is in the air.

Through the light gauze-like smoke, the mountains in the distance are endless and rowed, with clear layers and beautiful ink paintings.

"This is the fireworks in the world, looking at such a beautiful scenery and eating this snail noodles, it is really a pleasure." The young man sitting at the desk in front of the window chewed rice noodles, took another sip of soup, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and looked at the scenery outside the window and said happily.

The cold middle-aged man sitting next to him didn't say anything.

Childe turned his head and looked at him teasingly; "How about Old Song, even you, a master of practicing the Dao Heart of Wuwei, have you been impressed by this little snail powder?"

"Subordinate......

"Hahaha, don't say it, wipe your face, the soup is thrown on your face." As he spoke, he handed over a piece of white cloth.

The cold middle-aged man put the white cloth in his arms and wiped his face with his sleeve; "Why didn't Childe go to the store to eat today?"

"I've been going too much, I'm afraid of messing with my heart!" The young man did not look back, bowing his head and eating powder.

The cold middle-aged man thought about it and quickly understood the meaning of these words.

"It's a good thing that Gongzi didn't go today, otherwise it would affect your appetite even more."

"What's wrong again?" The boy didn't look back, concentrating on eating rice noodles.

"My subordinates are afraid that if you say it, you don't want to continue eating."

"Then you wait until I'm done eating," the boy quickly put the rest of the rice noodles into his mouth, didn't even let go of the side dishes, and finally took a sip of soup.

The cold middle-aged man looked at the son in front of him, his eyes were slightly bent, and his eyes were gentle with a smile.

"When you're full, you say."

"At noon, when two people who picked up big dung passed by in front of the store, they 'accidentally' fell at the door, and the golden soup was ...... all over the ground."

The handsome face like a crown jade turned white in an instant when he heard this, and he seemed to be able to imagine the reaction of the diners after the restaurant was instantly invaded by a smell.

"It's clumsy." He shook his head as he spoke.

"Do you want to be a subordinate ......?"

"Forget it, these little things, I believe she can solve them herself, and besides, we don't know the shopkeeper very well, right?" Childe wiped his mouth and said.

"Yes!"

"Let's go back tomorrow, I'm homesick too, but it's a pity that the road is far away, otherwise it's not bad to bring a bowl of noodles back to my mother and father to taste."

"If the prince and his wife know that the prince has this thought, they must be very pleased."

"You clean up, tomorrow morning."

"Good!"

The son, who had taken a sip of tea and rinsed his mouth, suddenly asked again; "By the way, who is the county magistrate of Gui County?"

The cold middle-aged man hurriedly said; "It's Zhu Shigui, he was one of the twenty-eight children of the poor family who was funded by the prince in order to help his son succeed in his studies, and he was admitted to the Jinshi three years ago, and he was one of the seven Jinshi."

"Twenty-eight won seven jinshi, which is not bad."

"When I was selected, I was looking for smart and clever children, and there were not many of them, and it is said that there were twenty-eight of the prince's enrollment subsidies that year, nine Jinshi, and one of them won Tanhua."

"Don't go far, you ask Ah Fu to go over and tell him, and say that I like to eat snail noodles here." After rinsing his mouth, Childe picked up the book and continued to read.

"Yes!" After the cold middle-aged man hugged his fists, he quickly packed up two pairs of dishes and chopsticks, and then disappeared into the dusk twilight.