Zengshou walked out of the inn, this is a small town, and there are no people on the street late at night. He walked forward for a while, and the red fire jumped into his eyes,

There was a cauldron at the crossroads, and below it was a simple coal stove, and the stall owner was squatting on the ground, pulling the bellows with a clatter, and the fire flickered and dimmed. Luo Fan sat at the table, carrying a wine jug in his hand, drinking glass after glass.

The heat from the big iron pot shrouded his whole body, like a cloud in a fog, full of shadows, lining his heroic facial features like a knife.

"I'm so stingy, and you don't call me when you drink."

Zeng Shou walked over, sat down across from him, stretched his neck to look at the cauldron and said, "It's so fragrant, what is this boiling?" ”

The stall owner didn't raise his head: "Longevity noodles." ”

"Longevity noodles? Rovan, is it your birthday today? ”

Luo Fan squinted his eyes: "What are you doing?" ”

He was already a little drunk, his tongue was a little big, and his speech was slurred, and the stall owner asked, "The guest is from the capital?" ”

Zeng Shou smiled: "You are still well-informed." ”

The stall owner said: "You people in the capital speak like this, vaguely, always like you have something in your mouth, and you have to grunt a good sentence to come out." ”

Longevity stroked his palms and laughed: "Yes, you are right, this is not to pretend to be that ...... Pretending to be a master? You live a thorough life, this noodle must be cooked well, bring me a bowl too. ”

Luo Fan sneered: "It's really a maggot with bones, you are indispensable anywhere." ”

Zeng Shou knew that he was uncomfortable for Mrs. Lin's affairs, and he didn't care about him, so he said to himself: "The family has family rules and the state has national laws, and the prince is guilty of the same crime as the common people. (Hey, Longevity, that's not what you said when you got into trouble yourself.) ）

Luo Fan snorted, poured another glass and sent it to his mouth, he really drank too much, his hands were shaking, and he couldn't drink it for a long time.

"It's strange, my mouth, where is my mouth?"

Zeng Shou reached out and held his hand: "Here, the mouth is here." ”

Luo Fan really poured the wine in his hand into his mouth, poured it too quickly, grunted, choked the wine into the trachea, and coughed uncontrollably: "Ahem, you must have done it on purpose." ”

"Why is this wine tasteless?" Luo Fan put the cup down, tilted his head and asked, "Noodles, are my noodles cooked?" ”

The stall owner came over with a bowl of noodles. By the light of the fire under the big iron pot, you can see the large porcelain bowl, with noodles on it, and small green chives floating on it, a few oil flowers, and it smells quite fragrant.

All the way, although the food in the post inn is not bad, but this kind of rough and warm home-cooked noodles is the first time to see, Zengshou took it and said: "I said sunspot, you dog nose, such a good place can be found." Luo Fan beckoned to him: "Noodles, give me noodles, don't rob my noodles, be cautious, I'll tell you that you're not a good thing, you, it's not that you're nosy, I'll ......." ”

He was seven or eight points drunk, and he looked at a serious and serious person, but at the moment his steps were floating, his speech was slow, and his movements were clumsy like a child.

What an emotional person. Zengshou sighed in his heart, he had never experienced the taste of family affection, the old princess didn't care much about him, he was brought up by his nurse since he was a child, because of his existence, the old princess was in an embarrassing situation, and her mother has always been a distant and strange title. Now seeing that Luo Fan tortured himself like this for a cousin, he couldn't help but sigh: "Heizi, look at your drunken appearance, I'm afraid you will stuff your nose and eyes into your face." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the noodles resignedly and wanted to send them to Luo Fan's mouth.

The stall owner suddenly said: "Longevity noodles have a long lifespan, and they can't be clipped." ”

Zengshou was stunned: "Kuroko, your birthday today?" ”

"My noodles here are all longevity noodles, and anyone will eat them. It has a long lifespan and a broken life. The stall owner's voice was faint, and it was uncomfortable to listen to in the silence of the night.

"Bah, you won't say something good on the big night?"

Zeng Shou thought about it and rolled up the noodles with chopsticks: "Come on, Kuroko, ah, let's eat this noodles whole." Live him for hundreds of years. ”

After speaking, he felt funny again: "The thousand-year-old king 80,000-year-old turtle, if you really live for a few hundred years, what will you be?" ”

The stall owner was still chattering: "My Lao Li's longevity noodles have been sold for more than 20 years, don't look at our small place, we are the only way to go to the capital, and those who are rushing to take the exam like to eat the noodles I cooked, Cen Dashuai knows?" When he entered Beijing, he ate this noodle without breaking it in one bite, and look, now he is a handsome, with heavy troops in his hands, and the court has to give him three miles. ”

These words aroused the desire to win in longevity, they were originally going to do it against Cen Guopu, and when they heard the words, they were immediately full of pride, snapped, and put down the bowl in their hands: "Don't be verbose, where is my bowl?" Watch me give you a little bit and keep eating. ”

The stall owner put noodles in the bowl, and his mouth was still babbling: "My soup is all made of lard, and the noodles and wontons are made of lard, and when I look at the inconspicuous little bit of oil, the taste is ......."

Before he finished speaking, there was a popping sound from the opposite side, and a person walked in front, shaking a bell in his hand, clanging a few times, followed by a few people, who walked very strangely and jumped and jumped.

The stall owner hurriedly put the bowl down and whispered, "Shhh ”

Luo Fan was still muttering: "I want to eat noodles, I want to eat noodles, give me a bowl of noodles." Be cautious, give me the bowl of noodles, and don't eat my noodles. ”

The rattle man walked up to them and stood still, and the rattle in his hand swayed, and the five men stood straight and did not move.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of noodles."

The stall owner agreed, his voice trembling as if he was terrified.

Zeng Shou lowered his head, carefully picked up the noodles with chopsticks, and swallowed a little bit, he went out this time, the future was at a loss, completely by his personal temperament, what he did along the way must have been spread to the capital, I don't know how Prince Cheng and the Queen Mother of the Two Palaces will feel.

The stall owner was cooking noodles, and the man sat next to Zeng Shou, his head bowed, and only the brim of his hat could be seen.

The surrounding air instantly cooled down, and it is very experienced to increase longevity and eat noodles, since childhood, there can be no sound when eating in the palace, once there is a sound, the little eunuch will kneel and fan his mouth, and review how he can teach the little master to be so vulgar, growing up in such an environment, he has learned a skill to increase his longevity is to swallow noodles a little bit, and swallow the whole one silently.

At this time, he had already eaten all the noodles, Luo Fan waited for a while and didn't see the noodles in his mouth, and suddenly lost his temper, and slapped the table with a snap: "Be cautious, where is my noodles?" ”

The stall owner just fished a bowl of noodles and walked over, Luo Fan slammed his arm, and his elbow hit the noodle bowl held by the stall owner, the noodle soup was all rolling, and there were lard flowers floating on it, dripping on his hands to burn people, the stall owner was in pain, threw the bowl out, and threw it on the head of a person standing there, with a bang, the hat on the man's head fell to the ground with the noodle bowl, and the person also fell to the ground with a pop, and there was a bad smell in the air.

The rattle man stood up suddenly, grabbed the stall owner by the collar: "Old thing, you want to die!" ”

The stall owner's hands were scratching in the air, his collar was so tightly choked that he couldn't breathe, and there was a slight sound in his throat. Zengshou said: "Old man, you must not have eaten the noodles you cooked, right?" This looks like it's going to be over. ”

Luo Fan saw that a bowl of noodles was smashed to death, and he woke up after a drink, and hurriedly squatted down to see the person who was smashed, so he saw that his hair stood up, and he could see by the light of the fire that it was a woman, with several big holes in her face, and fat white insects probing her brain in it.

He was extremely glad he hadn't eaten the bowl of noodles, otherwise he would have vomited.

This person was not stoned to death by this bowl of noodles, but a corpse that had been dead for a long time and had begun to decompose!