Shi Chen didn't speak, and he didn't know how to respond.

However, when the tomb of the soul cultivator landed in front of Shi Chen's table, Mr. Danzhu caught a glimpse of it for the first time.

He looked at Shi Chen, with a trace of reluctance on his face, as if he had grown Chinese cabbage at home and was about to be taken away by a little wild boar that did not look pleasant.

To be honest, Wencai's appearance is really not good, Shi Chen asked himself, if he had a daughter, he would definitely not marry Wencai.

But now, although it is literate on the outside, it is a powerful new version of the ship at the core.

It's like an old case computer, with the most powerful motherboard and core.

When Shi Chen thought about it, the Four-Eyed Daoist and Qiusheng had already walked to the door.

And after Mr. Danzhu glanced at Shi Chen a few times, he pretended not to know anything, and followed out slowly on crutches.

"Idiot, don't be stunned, my father has already acquiesced!"

The crisp voice sounded again.

Only then did Shi Chen reach out and grab the Spirit Cultivation Tomb and put it in his pocket.

Then he walked out of the bamboo house quickly, trying not to let Uncle Four-Eyed and Qiusheng see the abnormality.

Isn't it just to take it out for a walk?

This requirement is well accommodated.

"Hee-hee, idiot, you're such a nice person!"

Shi Chen didn't know how to respond, and he couldn't speak directly, so he could only pat his pocket with his hand and signal Huang Xiaocui not to squeak.

"Now let's go to the restaurant in the town first, go to Zhong Le, and eat something by the way."

The four-eyed Taoist touched his stomach, as the so-called man is iron, rice is steel, and he is panicked if he doesn't eat hungry for a meal.

After he said this, Shi Chen and Qiusheng also felt that their stomachs were empty.

Mr. Danzhu had no intention of leaving them to eat, and stood by and stared at the bamboo forest outside the fence silently.

The three of them didn't care, and prepared to walk towards the outside of the bamboo forest.

"By the way, the reason why XX used the Bamboo Sea Illusion to trap these two little brothers was also explained by Mayor Zong, he said that if someone came to find the tomb of XX and XX's deceased wife, let XX use the illusion to drag the person for at least two hours!"

After Shi Chen and the three of them left a short distance, Danzhu suddenly said a word, and then returned to the bamboo house without waiting for a response.

Mayor Zong again?

Shi Chen and the three of them glanced at each other, did not stop, and continued to move forward.

Soon returned to the main road and returned to Ping'an Town.

Their destination is the largest restaurant in Ping'an Town.

Sheaden Tower!

As a veteran restaurant in Ping'an Town, Xideng Tower is still quite famous.

In addition to simple eating and drinking, some artists are often invited to perform in the Sheden Building.

Sometimes it is a popular flower drum play in Hunan Province, sometimes it is a storyteller, and sometimes it is some juggling and Western tricks.

Guests eat while watching the show, which adds a bit of fun out of thin air.

In addition, the kitchen of Xideng Lou is quite high, and the food is very delicious, which is not inferior to those western-style restaurants in the provincial capital.

And there is a unique wine in the Sheden Building, called Xilai Brew, which combines the unique geographical environment and regional culture of Hunan Province, and has three kinds of wine aromas: sauce aroma, strong fragrance and light fragrance, and people who have drunk it are full of praise.

Even those veteran drinkers drank this Xilai brew, and there was no one who didn't give a thumbs up.

Therefore, this Xilai brew has another nickname, "drunkard laughing".

But again, it takes a lot of money to eat a meal in the Sheden Tower.

In Shi Chen's integrated memory, there were only a few times before when the main family invited Uncle Jiu to dinner, he had been to Xideng Tower, and the specific taste could not be felt from his memory.

The three of them walked forward quickly, and stood at the door of the Sheden Tower in more than twenty minutes.

Sheden Tower is a large three-storey wooden building with a spacious entrance that can accommodate two horse-drawn carriages at the same time.

It is covered with red lanterns, and it looks festive.

Descending from the third floor, a large character hangs on the first floor.

Enjoy.

Mount.

Floor.

It's really extraordinary, and such a restaurant with a row of noodles is actually opened in a small town?

The three of them stood at the door, and before they could enter the door, they could hear the noise coming from inside the restaurant.

Pushing cups and changing lamps, drawing fists and shouting, talking and laughing are all lively.

There is also a melodious sound of the piano and flute, which looms in this noisy environment.

"Hey, old man, I think about it" drunkard laughing", saliva is about to flow down, it is much stronger than the rice wine I drank before! ”

The four-eyed Taoist licked the corners of his mouth, his face full of nostalgia.

Qiusheng also stared at the inside of the restaurant, his eyes full of longing, and he was about to flow out.

So exaggerated?

Shi Chen couldn't recall the specific taste from his memory, he only knew that in Wencai's memory, the most summarized was two words.

It smells so good!

"Uncle Shi, did you bring any money?"

Shi Chen suddenly remembered an inappropriate question.

"Smack!"

In response, Uncle Four-Eyed slapped him on the skull.

"Ask for a fart money, aren't we the one who called the restaurant owner from Danzhu?"

The eyes of the four-eyed Taoist priest kept turning, this boss is definitely looking for it, isn't it beautiful to take the opportunity to have a meal?

After speaking, he walked into the restaurant with a big grin.

"How many guest officers are there?"

As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted by Xiao Er, who didn't care about the simple dress of Shi Chen and the others.

The four-eyed Taoist waved his hand.

"We're here to find your boss Zhong Le!"

Xiao Er was a little puzzled when he heard the Taoist chief say this.

"I remember that the shopkeeper didn't have an invitation tonight, right?"

The Taoist chief looked at the restaurant, full of guests and friends, and in the hall on the first floor, a pair of boys and girls were performing.

The boy plays the flute, the girl strokes the piano, and the flute is the same color, which is very tacit.

Hearing Xiao Er say this, the Taoist chief turned his head and reached out and patted Xiao Er's shoulder:

"It's okay, you go and tell Shopkeeper Zhong that it's a person named Huang Songzhu and asked us to come over."

"This..."

Xiao Er was a little embarrassed, for fear that these people would deliberately play tricks on him and let him make a false report, and he would be punished by the shopkeeper.

"A few of us are waiting for you here, not going anywhere, you go quickly, you can't afford this responsibility if you delay."

Shi Chen saw Xiao Er's concerns, and hurriedly added.

"Well, well, a couple of you wait here..."

With that, Xiao Er went up the stairs and walked upstairs.

About three to five minutes.

Xiao Er trotted down from the upper floor.

"Let a few gentlemen wait for a long time, shopkeeper Zhong invites a few people to go up to the private room on the third floor!"

Xiao Er's attitude was obviously more respectful.

led Shi Chen and the three of them upstairs.

The Sheaden Tower is a pagoda-type structure.

The hall on the first floor is the most spacious, with the exception of a central one reserved for the stage, and the rest of the space is full of tables.

From the first floor upwards, each floor has an observation deck in the middle.

The second and third floors are all private seats.

The private rooms on the third floor are rarely opened.

Being able to go up to the third floor still attracted the attention of many diners.

In the private room on the third floor, a middle-aged man in a suit sits at the table.

This shows that its owner is a fashionable person.