15

Qianbei.

Phoenix Town.

"Fulai" inn, morning.

The downstairs hall was already overcrowded.

Even the innkeeper and the shopkeeper felt strange: there are very few diners who usually stay and eat, if there is a big inn, dozens of rooms, most of the time, six out of ten are empty, and since yesterday afternoon, since a man and two women have lived in the inn, after a while, monks, Taotu, nuns, darts, knife sellers, beggars, thieves, gangsters, ruffians, scoundrels... Three religions and nine streams, each sect and faction, shapes and shapes*, as if emerging from the ground, crowded the inn for a while.

Shen Tianpeng and the others walked into the hall of the inn.

Except for a table on the side of the north wing, which was still empty, the hall was full. There are people who are dining, there are people who are chatting with tea, and there are people who gamble money.

The empty table was empty because it was next to the table of a man and two women.

On the table of the man and the woman, the most conspicuous thing is a jar of wine that has been opened, exuding a pure fragrance to the surroundings. The man in the center of the back wall is Beimen Yunfei, who is unhurriedly sipping wine in a small cup, and the aunts and nephews of the Deng family who are sitting on the left and right are also having breakfast.

There was no choice, Shen Tianpeng kept the three of them and walked to the table of one man and two women alone.

"Excuse me, I wonder if there is a reservation at the next table?" Shen Tianpeng asked.

After Beimen Yunfei glanced at Shen Tianpeng, he replied, "It doesn't seem to be." ”

After Shen Tianpeng said "thank you", he beckoned Yue Haikun and the other three to enter the table. Immediately recruited the shopkeeper.

"This place is the most familiar with Lord Yan, you can order food. ”

"Little Er, first bring us four portions of fried pork with sauce, made with authentic third-line pork belly; Four plates of spicy dried tofu, 16 catties of braised yellow beef, sliced, mixed with ingredients; Two jars of 10 catties of pure rice wine of the Yi family that are not allowed to seep a drop of water. It's not enough to go up again, what do you think?" Yan Wanli said.

"Very good!" Shen Tianpeng replied.

The hall, which had been a little noisy just a moment ago, was now much quieter, and many people were wondering, "Where are these four people sacred? Where did they come from? Why can they sit at that table? Why do they dare to sit at that table? Why do they want to sit at that table before everyone else?"

The dishes are served and the wine is put into the sea bowl.

Old rule: After Zhang Huaizhong nodded his head at the inspection of the dishes, Shen Tianpeng and the others held the bowl and raised the chopsticks.

After experiencing the "Tianxiang Restaurant" restaurant in Dianchi Lake in Kunming being poisoned in food and almost dying, Shen Tianpeng and other people did not dare to be careless when eating, drinking, and drinking. Every time I eat, thinking of that scene, Shen Tianpeng and the others still can't help but feel palpitations......