"The environment is good, the ancient style is used, and there is a unique flavor in this bustling city!"

Entering the store, Lin Yao observed the surroundings and was very satisfied with the decoration inside.

This kind of ancient style bureau is rarely seen in the Tang Dynasty, and even the legendary century-old Beijing roast duck is also in a modern style, unless you are Baidu, it is difficult to find the shadow of a century-old store.

Changjia restaurant is different, with square tables, armchairs, old teapots, screens, and wooden beams, wooden walls, and wooden windows inside.

As soon as I entered, the breath of the old times came to my face.

What's more, there is also a platform inside, on which stands an old man who is commenting on stories.

Although it was afternoon, there was no one in the store, and the old man was lying on a chair reading a book.

But he was sure that at noon and in the evening, when there were many people, the old man would definitely be able to come to the two sections.

In a foreign country, sitting in such a restaurant full of Tang flavor, eating, listening to storytelling.

Oops, it's like going home.

"Sir, what to eat?"

Seeing someone enter the door, the waiter who was playing with his mobile phone greeted him, still holding the menu in his hand.

Lin Yao took a brief look and found that the dishes on it were south and north, and there were some improved dishes that he had never heard of.

"Sweet and sour tenderloin, sweet and sour pork ribs, duck soup, fried rice with minced meat."

Eddie is quite receptive to Chinese food, and has been to Changjia Restaurant more than once, and he is familiar with the road when ordering.

Lin Yao listened to the dishes he ordered, and added a few more: "Jinhua Yushu chicken, lotus leaf steamed pork, Longjing shrimp, duck blood mapo tofu, stewed lamb chops, a few more cold dishes, and your specialty dishes, make up a meal, a soup, and twelve dishes." ”

Yuan Kehua looked at Lin Yao, then at the waiter, and said in a sullen voice: "The dishes in the back, I want the Tang people to eat, don't fool us with American style." ”

The waiter smiled, obviously understanding Yuan Kehua's words.

Yuan Kehua had been a stuffy gourd for a day, and when he saw that everyone was looking at him, he said expressionlessly: "I heard that many overseas Chinese restaurants have dishes divided into American and Tang cuisine, which sounds like a name, and it tastes similar to two dishes." ”

"As far as you know, let's have tea!"

Lin Yao smiled, then looked at the old man on the stage, and asked the waiter: "Can you let the old man say a few words, it's hard to hear the storytelling at home, and we won't let the old man say it in vain." ”

"This..."

The waiter was a little embarrassed, and the old man only spoke at noon and evening, and usually had to rest his voice in the afternoon.

Lin Yao didn't listen in vain, who knows how much money he gave, let the old man comment alone, people's fees are not low, if he is reluctant to pay after speaking, there will be too many things in the end.

"Add!"

Lin Yao gestured with a generic gesture of money.

Just now the two sides were speaking Chinese, and Eddie didn't understand what everyone was saying, so he took out his wallet in a daze and muttered, "What did you tell them?" ”

"Listen to a commentary, please."

Lin Yao took the wallet, took out a stack of them directly, and glanced at them There should be seventeen or eighteen bills, all of which were 100 denominations, and he didn't care, and stuffed them directly into the waiter's hand: "Let the old man come to a paragraph, and there will be a reward for saying it well." ”

The waiter went down with a smile, and the old man was talking about storytelling, so he pointed to this to eat.

More than a dozen hundred-yuan bills, which usually take more than half a month to earn, this time I met a high roller, and the waiter was also happy for the old man.

walked over, muttered a few words, and pointed to Lin Yao, the guest.

The old man put down the book, stood up and hugged his fists, and asked in Tang dialect with a Shandong accent: "Are you from your hometown?" Which one would you like to hear? ”

"Let's have a warm wine and kill Huaxiong."

There are many scripts for storytelling, and the warm wine chopping Huaxiong taken from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms has a strong stroke in the storytelling industry.

The old man laughed when he heard it, Wen Jiu cut Huaxiong's commentary, he could recite it backwards at the age of six, and it was hard to say this.

Clang!!

Shocked Tang Mu patted, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, the old man picked up the fan and picked it up, and opened his voice: "It is said that before the Bishui Pass, the general Hua Xiong was brave and brave, stationed in front of the Bishui Pass, he had blocked the 18th Road princes from attacking for ten days, and killed Yu She, Pan Feng, Zu Mao and other ten generals, it was really majestic!" ”

"The princes saw that the Bishui Pass had been difficult to capture for a long time, and their hearts became more and more depressed, so they held a meeting again on this day to discuss the good plan to break the Bishui Pass."

"Who is there in the Bishui Pass, General Huaxiong!"

"If you want to break through the Bishui Pass, someone has to deal with Hua Xiong, and Hua Xiong has no one to deal with, let him rush and kill in the formation, where can ordinary soldiers resist."

"Who's going?"

"The princes looked at each other and were silent, as the so-called thousands of troops are easy to obtain, and one general is hard to find, Huaxiong is now in the limelight, and no one wants the fierce generals under their command to be damaged."

"Yuan Shao, as the leader of the alliance of the princes of the Eighteen Roads, saw that everyone bowed their heads and was silent, and sighed: I have two generals, Yan Liangwen and Chou, if one of them is here today, it will not let Hua Xiong take his prestige, everyone can rest assured, I have already written a letter to Hebei, summoned Yan Liangwen Chou to come, and vowed to break his Bishui Pass."

"Everyone looked at each other, Yan Liangwen was ugly in the north, but Hua Xiong was close in front of him, what was the use of saying this."

"When Yan Liangwen arrives, ten days and half a month have passed, as soon as the day enters winter, everyone should go home as soon as possible, and don't think about Huaxiong."

"A group of people, you look at me, I look at you, all of them are silent, and the scene is very embarrassing."

Suddenly, a sneer came from the silence, breaking the dead silence in the camp.

"Yuan Shao was angry when he heard it, there is a discussion of state affairs here, the topic is so serious, who dares to laugh, who are you laughing at?"

"When I looked up, I saw that at the end of the tent, there was a big man with a face like a heavy jujube and a long beard over his chest.

Lin Yao and the others were eating, listening to the commentary with relish.

As the so-called food taste is not enough, I will make up the story, listen and eat it, and the original meal is only medium to high, but it has a different flavor in the mouth.

Eddie couldn't understand Tang language, just like watching a pantomime, watching the old man make blind comparisons.

A true storyteller pays attention to talking with painting, and painting is a stroke of painting, which means that the scene at that time is drawn with body language.

With the micro-expression of Iriki, I can't understand the meaning, but I can also understand the gestures, and Eddie is concentrating.

Jingle bells...

Just as he was listening, someone entered the restaurant again.

There were quite a few people, five or six, all dyed with yellow hair and wearing big gold chains, so they almost said that we were social people.

The old man who said that the storytelling took a look, and the storytelling also stopped, and obviously recognized the person.

"Who is this?"

Lin Yao glanced at the person who came and asked Eddie in a low voice.

Eddie looked at it and replied, "It should be Hehetu's people, the local Tang gang belongs to Hongmen, and Nancheng District and Chinatown are their sphere of influence." ”

When Lin Yao was on Hong Kong Island, he had a close relationship with Liansheng and knew that Hongmen was a big signboard, which was divided into overseas Hongmen and local Hongmen.

Overseas Hongmen is very powerful, and basically every city with a Chinatown has a company with the word "He".

Of course, these companies are not necessarily related to each other, and some are even impostors, many of whom do not recognize the Hongmen Main Hall in San Francisco, but the teachings of the gang are similar, and the relationship between companies is at the same level.

"Chang's family, it's time to pay this month's health bill, and the steward will come out and say something."

There was a fuss about the people who came, and soon the Chang family came out and invited the group of people into the box on the second floor.

After only ten minutes before and after, the other party left satisfied.

Looks like I got what I wanted.

"Hehetu!"

Lin Yao had been watching coldly, looking at the background of these people, and muttered, "The name is a little familiar!" ”