Chapter 11: Noodles and Meat
The man's mouth was unworthy, but how could Zhou Shang and the others not understand the actual meaning.
I woke up from a dream, my wish was shattered, and the decadent Tang of half my life accepted my fate and had no power to chase it anymore.
"Thank you, please accept this payment."
Zhou Shang solemnly handed over the two big coins on the table, and the man accepted them happily.
After putting the coins in his pocket, there was another call from the warehouse, and the man thanked Zhou Shang again, then got up and ran towards the warehouse.
This time, the man's luck was good, and after being called by name, he went directly into the warehouse and began to carry the grain bags.
Ten years of hard training is not a lie, although the achievements of the six serious runs are not high, but the solid foundation makes the man physically strong, thick shoulders and thick arms, and a solid lower plate.
Disposable anti-eight bags of grain, walking is also very stable, no shaky steps.
The man who applied for the job had completely forgotten the conversation of the noodle stall and devoted himself to his work.
But I don't know what kind of waves his words stirred up in the heart of a certain sect true believer.
"You are warriors, monks, and people who seek immortals and ask questions, why are you here, why did you fall here....."
Lou Hong looked at the empty bowl left by the man in a daze, and muttered in his mouth, his heart was already at war between heaven and man.
When Zhou Shang saw Lou Hong's appearance, he knew that he had to wait for him to calm down for a while.
I happened to have not eaten when I came out of the dojo, and I had just occupied the boss's table for so long, so let's eat a bowl of noodles and taste the taste of Yicheng food.
So Zhou Shang asked the owner of the noodle stall who was collecting the bowls: "Boss, how do you sell your noodles?" β
"If you go back to the boss, you can add a small amount of money for a bowl of spicy noodles, and a small amount of money if you add meat."
The boss who smashed the table and took the sea bowl heard that there was business, and replied enthusiastically.
"It's not expensive."
The exchange of small money and big money is four to one, simply put, it is a bowl of noodles with meat, half a big dollar.
Zhou Shang glanced at the sea bowl in the boss's hand, and easily judged that a bowl of noodles with soup and water was about five catties, and considering his own appetite, he took out three big coins and handed them over: "First serve six bowls with meat!" β
"Ahh This ......"
The noodle stall owner looked at the money handed over and was in trouble, so he didn't immediately reach out to take it, but tactfully persuaded: "This boss, the noodles won't taste good if they are put in a lump." β
"I know, so let's go through six bowls first."
Seeing that Zhou Shang was so insistent, the noodle stall owner glanced at Lou Hong, who was still in a daze, so he stopped persuading, took the money and went to the stall to burn noodles.
There are two pots for noodles, one is a large pot for cooking noodles, and the other is a small pot for meat.
The meat in the boss's mouth is to take out the chicken marinated in salted water in the soup pot, and then cut a few pieces with a knife and press them under the sea bowl.
After that, cover the boiled noodles, pour salted water and braised soup, pour a handful of spicy seeds, and a bowl of noodles is ready.
Different from the elaborate and patterned meals in restaurants and restaurants in the city, this bowl of noodles is the main heavy oil, heavy salt and heavy mouth, which is large and affordable.
It's no wonder that the few tables in front of the boss have never been short of people.
Especially after the sea bowl noodles are served, Zhou Shang mixes them with chopsticks, and uses accurate martial arts judgment and feel to accurately and evenly wrap the spicy noodles in each noodle, which makes the big bowl of noodles exude the charm of making people swallow saliva.
Zhou Shang didn't care about Lou Hong, who was still losing his mind, and drank noodles with a snort while holding the sea bowl.
The hot and salty chicken soup mixed with the spicy and spicy noodles is an incomparably vigorous way of eating that only a monk of the equivalent realm can show pride.
Zhou Shang held the sea bowl with one hand, the chopsticks turned higher and higher, and the child cooperated with the sucking and pulling, and the two rows of teeth only chewed twice when the chicken was pulled in, and the meat was crushed with bones.
Just when Zhou Shangha was noodles, Lou Hong's mood gradually calmed down, at least he was no longer muttering to himself full of doubt, but his face changed, his expression was ugly, and it was obvious that his thoughts had not yet been understood.
But humanistic thinking is not Lou Zhenchuan's forte, and he didn't hold back the answer for a long time, but was disturbed by the aroma of spicy noodles and the sound of Zhou Shang sucking noodles.
Lou Hong glanced over, Zhou Shang was about to erect the sea bowl, and he was angry!
Why did Lao Tzu listen to the man's words and his heart almost shattered, but you have no heart and lungs, happy like a boar?
Lou Hong, who was angry, dragged another sea bowl, buried his head in the sea bowl, and ate it in a big gulp.
For a while, there was only the sound of snoring noodles on the table, and the sound of urns hidden in the sound of drinking noodles, which seemed to be inaudible.
"Why is it like this, is it wrong to allow the monks before entering the product to concentrate more on their cultivation, and why are their lives so hard?"
Lou Hong couldn't understand that even if the spicy and salty noodle soup was enough to soothe his soul, he was still uneasy.
Hear this question.
Zhou Shang, who put down the empty sea bowl, wiped his mouth, groaned for a while, and replied quietly: "A kind act without understanding is more stressful than pure malice. Who allows the abuser to claim love and justice? β
"Smack."
This is the sound of bamboo chopsticks being crushed into shreds, crisp as if an eggshell was broken.
Lou Hong raised his head expressionlessly, threw the broken chopsticks on the table, and pulled out a pair from Qingzhu's chopsticks.
This time, he didn't bow his head to eat noodles, but grabbed the new pair of chopsticks, grabbed them like daggers, and looked at Zhou Shang expressionlessly: "Do you think the sect's ban on the Qi Martial Arts is a violence?" β
"Isn't it?"
Zhou Shang looked directly at Lou Hong and asked calmly: "I'm hungry and want to eat noodles, but the adults say that it's not enough to eat noodles alone, but to eat meat." I didn't listen, so I ate noodles, and when the adults saw that I didn't listen to persuasion, they banned noodles. β
"That's a ridiculous analogy!"
Zhou Shang's words were indifferent, but Lou Hong's heart was shocked when he heard it, but he still retorted strongly: "If it is really so outrageous, then why hasn't anyone said it for hundreds of years?" β
"The noodles here taste good, I think it should be fine to sell it for two big dollars a bowl without meat, and four big dollars for meat."
Zhou Shang did not answer Lou Hong directly, but pointed to the sea bowl in front of the other party, and said seriously.
"The noodles taste good, but if they are sold at such an expensive price, who else will buy them!"
Lou Hong first refuted, and then turned the crooked topic back to the roots: "Don't talk nonsense, you haven't answered my question yet." β
"I've already answered."
Zhou Shang said lightly: "Ten years of penance can only open six serious boxing techniques, which can attract the popularity of the villagers, what is so strange about the somen noodles of two big money." Back then, I went from the wasteland to Yongning City alone to study martial arts, and visited hundreds of halls large and small, which was even more outrageous than this, and there were quite a few. Aren't they doing a good job, too? β
"When those who can't afford to eat meat become meat sellers, who will be able to stop pasting."
"Banning noodles is convenient to operate, anyway, those who can't afford to eat meat haven't seen noodles, it's just a change of name, selling noodles at the price of meat, and noodles don't become meat."
"Adults are righteous and wise, and those who sell meat get benefits, but as for ordinary people who eat meat and noodles, who cares."
At this point, Lou Hongren was numb again, especially the last sentence, which made him feel cold in his heart.
At this time, the owner of the noodle stall served two new bowls of noodles.
The hot noodle soup was mouth-watering, but Lou Hong had no appetite and was worried.
After his expression changed for a long time, Lou Hong finally seemed to have made some decision, and said: "Right is right, wrong is wrong, then it is up to me to come forward and find out the mistakes of the sect's forbidden qi martial arts!" β
When Lou Hong said this, there was pride and firmness in his eyes to die.
But Zhou Shang seemed to have heard some strange news, and reluctantly put down the sea bowl, he spent so much effort on it, but he didn't want to arrest people to make guns!
"If the reason makes sense, why should we practice martial arts."
Zhou Shang, who put down the bowl, felt that Lou Hong was really naΓ―ve, and he was speechless.
It is related to the sect's hundreds of years of Taoist rules, if it can be overthrown by mouth, the sect has grown such a big fist!
Lou Hong raised his eyebrows when he heard this, his face full of surprise: "You told me so much, don't you want me to react this situation to the sect?" β
"Commander Lou, stop kidding."
Seeing that the misunderstanding was so big, Zhou Shang hurriedly corrected it: "I don't really care about the rules of the sect and what the reaction will be afterwards, but your attitude is very important to me, so before doing things, I must explain things clearly to you." β
"Did you put so much effort into it just to make things clear to me?"
Lou Hong pointed at himself, with an incredulous expression: "What if I can't make sense?" β
"If it doesn't make sense, don't do it."
Zhou Shang's face was calm, and his tone was as calm as if he was discussing whether to go out to eat.