What's the matter with the belly, Xiao Ran dragged his clogs. Leisure and white clouds go to the sound of flowing water. The smoke and rain are heavy, and the plough is light. Independent Banqiao looks, and the spring mountain faces horizontally!

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The sky had gradually darkened, except for the little novice with the morning bell and dusk drum in confusion, knocking on the wooden fish and chanting the Sanskrit spoken in the autumn night. The colorful clouds fluttering in the wind also reflect the afterglow of the red and dark afterglow of the sunset!

The night is getting cooler, and whose memory is touched!

The city under the night is quiet and warm as usual, the people who come back from work have lit up the lights to expel the darkness, above the world, all kinds of people live a comfortable life, there is no pursuit of glory and wealth above the court, always seem to be able to live and mediocre, ordinary life, worthy of the life of mortals, but there are gods in the fantasy, who is right and who is wrong in the end? They have a sea of stars and still smiling slightly, as if the lovely and lively stars in the sky are whispering!

Unlike the crowded and noisy crowds on the way back to the city, it is said that the tired silence will spread, and gradually become the trajectory of everyone's daily activities has been fully respected and played, the faint starlight guides every passing traveler, and in a certain corner of the world, there is an inn that is beginning to drink and talk at the same time, and the world of night is like some kind of ancient screen slowly and impatiently falling its curtain, and before it has begun, the show is being staged!

What clearly emerges in the hearts of everyone who returns home is the scene of family gathering to eat and chat about family life after a hard day, although it is very ordinary and ordinary, it is rare and boring, just like the unsung hero who gets up again to fight after defeat, slowly swallowed up by the night like a still blue light. At this time, Zhao Xiaomeng's stomach was rumbling with hunger, because the female shopkeeper at the front desk had not yet known this young guy to come to the store to help, but the shopkeeper who had been soliciting during the day was still familiar with Zhao Xiaomeng to go to the backyard firewood room to put down the dead wood, politely consulted Zhao Xiaomeng's opinion, and arranged for him to go to a certain place in the wing room that was specifically for the shopkeeper Xiaoer to live, and then completely irresponsibly asked Zhao Xiaomeng to go to the kitchen to get some food and fill his stomach. Tomorrow's business will be talked about tomorrow, and it is not the waiting, but the cold of forgetting to wear a few more clothes today.

This is like a person who engraves all the traps on his heart, Zhao Xiaomeng has not relaxed his vigilance in an unfamiliar environment all the time, and it is full of routines. Zhao Xiaomeng dragged his tired footsteps and finally found the kitchen located in the backyard, passing by the well with a dry rope, it is worthy of the bright moon that can not be done in the wilderness in the dark night is reflected in the well water, for fear that "the bamboo basket is empty" is not the sadness of the monkey fishing for the moon, or the old innkeeper who is good at the business account master business. This long-standing and set trap may be an inconspicuous pit in the ground, such as the cunning red fox accidentally showing its fox tail, and the fox trapped in the trap laid by the familiar hunter, is it a lucky fox or an unlucky fox? Both. Although Zhao Xiaomeng does not have the good cooking skills of making good dishes, it is still very easy to make some simple food, and there is no endless road, fortunately, he met a good person, the old man in the store who recruited him to do chores. If everyone is good at observing the troubles of the world, it is estimated that any difficult situation can be solved relatively smoothly, although the process is very bumpy! In the kitchen today, there are still rice, vegetables and meat, and he found out what there are in the kitchen, pork, beef, peanuts, cabbage, garlic, corn, chili, rice and noodles, as well as all kinds of kitchen utensils, pots and pans, and those miscellaneous items that can't tell what they are.

Zhao Xiaomeng said: "Although the female shopkeeper likes to scold people, likes to pick and choose, and deducts silver, she often advocates more and less, and gives all kinds of benefits to the guys in the store." In this way, the inn was finally run well, and the customers drank and chatted enthusiastically every day, which always brought a little vitality to the store. However, every day after the guests leave, the leftovers piled up on the table after drinking are cold, and it is very troublesome to clean up, and the figure of sitting quietly at the table and chair after dusk is always lonely. As for what happened on the rivers and lakes, it was all in the laughter and thirst of the guests who came and went...... "The world is bustling, all for profit; The world is often for the sake of profit"...

At this time, the shopkeeper who was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks in the store entered the backyard to cook, and saw a person he didn't usually meet, Zhao Xiaomeng didn't deliberately snub and hurriedly explained that he was the second shopkeeper who had just come, and he really couldn't help muttering: "The eagle strikes Changjiu, and the owl dances the third ......", local feelings, it is indispensable to follow the local customs is the compromise and helplessness of nostalgia, or adapt to it!

The shopkeeper with a flat head changed his face instantly after hearing it, and his face was slightly gloomy, but he still endured the unhappiness in his heart and said calmly: "You have been learning more from the store recently, ask more about what you don't know, don't be vague if you don't understand, be careful of being scolded by the old man and the female shopkeeper of the shop, and be scolded for a small matter, but don't be angry with the guest officer's drinking, cause any trouble, and then the gains outweigh the losses." You need to be careful in everything, and you can always settle down in the inn with your hands and feet." After that, the seemingly friendly shopkeeper didn't care how grateful Zhao Xiaomeng was, so he hurriedly turned around and left the backyard stove room!

Zhao Xiaomeng felt that what he said was very reasonable, the first old man of the store didn't know how long he had worked hard in the store, after so long, the business of the inn was so good, his mediation was indispensable.

However, no matter how turbulent the waves are, there will be all kinds of bubbles, and where there is light, there will be dark nights lurking. Although it is difficult for Zhao Xiaomeng to start, he will not give up his determination to become a shopkeeper in an excellent inn, and he will persist step by step, and he must carefully live an ordinary and wonderful day!

Zhao Xiaomeng smiled, worked hard with a match to wipe the fire fold that he finally found from a pile of miscellaneous things, lit the stove with a faint flame with pine incense, and then poured an old pot with an excessive amount of water, put it up 2 to 3 two meters and boiled millet with the experience brought by the previous world, and also brought a few cabbages, indispensable to put some oil, and sprinkle some salt, it is simply the potential to solve the cow, waiting for a long time, the gray flame produced by the firewood burning in the stove has been scattered in the stove, Zhao Xiaomeng tried her best to blow the fire with her mouth, hoping to burn it more vigorously, but she was accidentally smoked by the black fog and almost cried......

The process of waiting for the raw rice to be cooked and ripened was very difficult, because in the past days, when it was his turn to do any hard work, there were people specially hired by the government to help do these rough and tiring work. Unexpectedly, after sitting for a long time, patience finally came to the lid of the somewhat worn rice pot on the edge, and the aroma of some rice overflowed, and from time to time bubbles like beads, in fact, white rice, one by one......

Cooking rice in the stove room has bubbles full of rice aroma, but time is gentle and ongoing, Zhao Xiaomeng will never blow bubbles again!

The dream of the bubble is easy to disillusion because of humility, and the existence of gains and losses, slowly waiting, when the years are quiet, the bubble turns out to be so timeless! Zhao Xiaomeng said...