Chapter Eighty-Five: Little Flowers
"Big" he was so frightened that his voice was naturally trembling, so much so that his body, the stool he sat on, and even the table where his body touched slightly trembled "My lord"
The wind in the early morning was a little cold, and Li Ming's voice was also a little cold, "I don't like to waste." Then he departed, and sat down beside the little beggar, opposite the scholar.
"When will everyone Murong be remembered by people like you?"
Li Ming was not polite at all, but of course he didn't need to be polite to this young scholar? After all, why did he let Li Ming be polite?
The scholar didn't speak, a little stubborn, but the hand holding the fan was the same as the man five steps away, a little trembling, but his shaking movement was small, but it didn't disturb the gobbling little screaming flower.
"I heard, I was drunk last night?"
Li Ming pinched his temples and seemed to have a headache, but he said it very casually, and this wonton shop was also very casual and quiet.
It seems random but it's not random, because everyone is not moving the spoon, of course, there is one exception, that is, the little flower.
I don't know if it's because I'm hungry, or because I don't know Li Ming, Xiao Zhaohua still eats very fragrantly, eats quickly, and even drinks the soup cleanly.
The grunt, grunt was loud and harsh.
Xiao Zhaohua is so conspicuous, after all, he is so different from the people in the wonton shop, even the voice "Cuihua, go to the wonton." "They all shouted so loudly.
However, it seemed that his voice was really too loud, so Xiao Yuhua raised his head, only to realize that it was not that his voice was too loud, but that the surroundings were so quiet that he could even hear the sound of boiling chaotic water.
"What's going on?"
"You're so cute. β
No one refuted this voice, and no one dared to refute it, after all, this was what he said, and too many people were afraid of him, and even trembled with fear, and were too afraid to leave their seats.
"You're here to eat ravioli too?"
Li Ming nodded.
"You're a great guy, aren't you?"
"You're smart, but I'm just a small person. β
Xiao Zhaohua looked at Li Ming, and Li Ming also looked at Xiao Zhaohua.
After a pause, the middle-aged man five steps away from the scholar trembled more and more, so the stool and table touched the ground, shaking, and made a slight sound.
This voice broke the calm, so Li Ming didn't like it, he wanted to say something, but Xiao Minghua said first: "You are Li Ming." β
Li Ming was a little surprised, looking at Xiao Zhaohua's expression was a little different, after all, Xiao Zhaohua was really so different, and he was a little surprised when he was different.
The boiling hot water, puff, puff, dumpling wrappers and chopsticks, and the slight touch sound of sticking to the meat were all heard in my ears.
After a while, the sound of the butcher chopping minced meat on the pallet sounded, knock knock, knock knock, it seemed that the business was really good.
But the meat of their house is really fresh, and those who get up early can hear the neighing of the slaughtered pigs, the hearty laughter, and the joy of clinking glasses and drinking before dawn.
Cuihua small wontons are also made of his family's meat, so although the sound of chopping meat is a little noisy now, Li Ming did not frown.
There was a slight gust of wind blowing, and the breeze in the early morning was a little cool, so the middle-aged man a few steps away trembled even more, and he was really frightened.
"Let's go, let's go. β
The voices were surprisingly neat, and they all got up, this place was like a portal to hell, who would dare to sit here for a long time? To put it simply, they wanted to leave eight hundred years ago, yes, it was just this short moment, they all felt that eight hundred years had passed, and it was called a haggard mind, as if they had passed by death
"Hey, don't scatter, don't scatter!"
Alas, there are so many helpless people in this world, and they have no choice but to use silver needles to prick the fingers of the little flower, so that he can know why the flowers are so red, and let him know how much the price to pay for talking nonsense!
Xiao Zhaohua said this, quite chattering, but those who got up objectively also stopped moving again, after all, the devil raised his hand and signaled, who dares to go, or should I say so, who thinks that his life is long?
"Cuihua, hurry up on the wontons. β
Li Ming raised his hand to signal that he wanted to say this, urging Cuihua to put on a bowl of wontons? It seems that this is really the case, but still no one dares to go, but no one dares to sit, this can be regarded as real restlessness, it is quite appropriate.
"Little brother, you're so funny. β
"You think I want to save that gentleman, don't you?"
Xiao Zhaohua said that he was naturally dissatisfied at the beginning, and the middle-aged man who wanted to leave, at this time, the middle-aged man was still shaking, and he didn't even hear what Xiao Xiaohua was saying, after all, the fear was like accepting the illusion of Ling Chi's execution, standing on the edge of the cliff, there were hands behind him ready to push gently, where did he get the mood to appreciate the majestic mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist?
"Isn't it?" Li Ming touched his chin, habitually moving, because this gives people a slight chic, if you interrogate prisoners in the prison court, there is still an illusion that you are high and everything is under control.
So Li Ming liked this chin touching action very much, but to his slight surprise, there was another person who also liked this action, although it seemed very immature, but from his movements and eyes, he could see that he was really similar to himself.
"Naturally not, whether he dies or not, what does it have to do with me?"
"Then why?" Why did you say that? Why did you interrupt what you were about to say? Challenge yourself?
"I'm going to eat ravioli and listen to stories, and you should understand that it takes atmosphere. β
Atmosphere, this is really an important but wonderful thing, to be honest, although Li Ming basically won't have those experiences now, but he has always thought that the big pot of rice eaten by people in a courtyard crowded on two tables in his childhood is really more delicious than the blue sea sturgeon in Baixiang Building.
So he agrees with the word "atmosphere" that Xiao Huahua said, just like a drunkard drinking, the aroma of wine is his atmosphere, the butcher chops meat, and money is his atmosphere, this atmosphere cannot be lost, it is a pity to lose it, and it will lose its original taste.
"If I change places, I'd really like to have a drink with you. β
At this time, Cuihua came up with wontons, Cuihua is not beautiful, but her face is very clean, and her body is very clean, so it naturally gives people a unique good impression.
Her flour-clinging hand casually placed the bowl of wontons on the table and said, "Objectively slow to use." He left, really chic, like the man who deliberately sat upright in this small shop.
Li Ming smiled, then naturally picked up the bowl and picked up the spoon.
The wontons of Cuihua's proprietress are really delicious, and the delicious Li Ming couldn't help but continue to speak: "The story you want to know is actually very simple. β
Xiao Zhaohua was very interested and asked, "It's simple to talk about." β
"I drank too much last night. β
"Well, I heard. β
"Stirred up the game opened by Mr. Four. Li Ming blew the hot air in the bowl and tasted the pork bone soup, which he enjoyed very much.
"Is that what Lao Zhou said just now about the fight between Mr. Six and Qiusheng?" Xiao Yuhua's eyes lit up, and he was obviously very interested in this competition.
Li Ming nodded, but also shook his head, and said with a smile: "But there is a benefit to this matter." β
"What's good?" Xiao Yuhua rubbed her hands and hurriedly asked, "What's the benefit?" β
"You go with me, and I'll tell you, do you dare?" Li Ming stared at Xiao Yuhua, and said so seriously that his tone slowed down, and his voice became a little low and hoarse.
"Why don't you dare. Xiao Zhaohua answered very clearly, his eyes were also very bright, he was very serious, why didn't he dare in his heart?
He is not one of these people in the wonton shop, he has always thought that he is different from them, because he has never felt how noble his life is, so he doesn't feel that he can have a reason to let the other party take his life, so why wouldn't he dare?
This idea is a bit naΓ―ve, but it is also a fact, and it also surprised Li Ming, so he laughed, laughed very happily, stood up with a smile, pointed to the people in the wonton shop, and scolded with a smile: "You guys, it's better to be this little flower." β
No one dared to open their mouths, because they were really afraid of death, so they didn't even dare to show a trace of grievance.
"The vice-courtyard is said to be reopened, you can go and try it, I think they will take you. β
"Really?"
"Of course it's true, the deputy courtyard is going to be reopened, and no one in the whole capital knows about it last night?"
"I don't know what I'm calling a flower. β
"Well, you'll know right away, just like the people in this city, they all know, but I admire you. β
"Why?"
"You're more chic than them, hahaha"
The conversation between Li Ming and Xiao Zhaohua became quieter and quieter, until they disappeared, until their figures disappeared into the alley, and the people in the wonton shop breathed a sigh of relief.
The scholar lifted the bowl that Li Ming had eaten, held it high and wanted to smash it down, but he paused, and then there was no then, he put down the bowl and left resentfully, as if he wanted to pretend to be chic, but he was so not chic.
Then everything returned to normal, but the fight between Qiusheng and Su Qi, and the reopening of the deputy courtyard were like flying dandelions, blowing all over the streets and alleys with that somewhat cool breeze