Chapter 118 Only Roasted Pig Heads
The night is getting cold, and the crescent moon hangs high.
A strong man looked around like a thief.
The night in May is a good time for people in the capital to have fun, not to mention the bustling Qingxing Street.
The streets are still full of people coming and going, and the wine flags are flying.
The stalls selling shortbread, fried white sausage, fried wonton, and locust leaf cold pottery were full of people.
The strong man bypassed these and stopped in front of a restaurant.
This restaurant is different, there is not a single sparrow at the door.
Thinking about the euphemism hinted by the charming female shopkeeper during the day, the strong man showed a smile, and walked in with his head held high.
Hey, he deliberately brought enough money!
Before entering the door, the strong man smelled a strange fragrance.
Obediently, what fragrance is this?
The strong man walked in hurriedly, and was taken aback when he saw the scene in the lobby clearly.
One table, three people.
A long wooden plate was placed in front of one person, and for a moment it was impossible to see what kind of meat was piled on the wooden plate.
But he knew that the mouth-watering smell of meat smelled at the door was the source of it!
It is not this that makes the strong man even more puzzled.
Those three people obviously sat at the same table, but they neither talked nor touched the wine.
If it weren't for the fact that there was only one table of drinkers in the entire lobby, he would have thought that the three of them were sharing a table.
What was even more strange was that there were two male waiters and one female waiter standing side by side around the three of them, watching the three diners intently.
The first thought that came to the strong man was: Does a diner deserve a waiter?
Hearing the movement, the three shop waiters struggled to move their eyes from the dining table to the door, showing struggle.
It is reluctant to leave; it is inappropriate not to greet guests.
Kuer, who was standing beside Luo Sheng, shook her head helplessly, and walked up quickly: "Guest officer, please."
I knew that the three of Hongdou and the others were no good, so how could she be reliable.
Looking at the pretty girl standing in front of him, the strong man suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes lit up.
He was wrong, he actually suspected that this was a real wine shop just now.
The shop waiters are all so beautiful, how could it be a wine shop!
Keer led the diners who looked strange to a table, and asked with a smile like a flower: "What do you want to eat, sir?"
The strong man couldn't help but glanced at the table next to him, and asked, "What do they eat?"
"Burning pig's head."
"Then give me a roasted pig's head too."
It looks delicious, besides, even if you go to those bright places, you can’t come up and sleep.
You have to eat first, drink first...
"One hundred taels of silver for a roasted pig's head." Koer dutifully told the price first, feeling that the new drinker's expression was really weird.
The tone of the brawny man suddenly changed: "One, one hundred taels?"
Like the drinkers who came in and scared away, he slapped the table and got up angrily, "Why don't you grab it?"
The three of them ate hard and looked over.
Wei Han used this gap to take out a snow-white handkerchief, and wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully.
One hundred taels of silver and a roasted pig's head is called robbery?
What is that one hundred taels of silver and a bowl of saozi noodles?
He couldn't help but glanced at the girl sitting not far from the counter with an inexplicable expression.
Luo Sheng noticed Wei Han's sizing up, and didn't bother to look at him.
Since she is sitting here, she is certainly not interested in what the drinkers eat, let alone being bored in the Dudu Mansion.
She just needs a restaurant where the drinkers get used to Miss Luo's presence.
Only in this way, when she killed King Pingnan and appeared in the wine shop, she would not appear abrupt.
This restaurant was opened exclusively for King Pingnan.
The roasted pig's head is served with shochu, which feels like fire in the throat, but it doesn't burn the throat. After swallowing it, there is a cold aftertaste, which is suitable for this summer night.
The perfect combination of opposite tastes makes this wine unearthly.
Thirty taels of silver for a pot, really cheap.
Wei Han couldn't help but look for the girl who can cook such delicious dishes and brew such delicious wine.
Finally, he held back abruptly.
Zhao Shangshu's beard was stained with sauce, and he didn't hear Kouer's offer just now. With meat in his mouth, he asked Lin Teng, "What's wrong?"
Lin Teng heard it clearly, the knife that cut the pig's head shook several times, and cut off a piece of meat.
One-hundred-two!
He has eaten the most expensive roasted pig's head in such a big life!
However, it is also the most delicious roasted pig's head...
Lin Teng struggled in his heart, and calmly said: "I didn't hear clearly. I didn't expect my lord to invite me to eat such delicious food and wine. I would like to respect my lord."
One hundred taels of roasted pig’s head, Mr. Zhao’s treat...
He had no other intentions, Mr. Zhao enjoyed his meal so much, now knowing the price is a disappointment.
Let's continue eating.
The roasted pig's head is delicious, and the wine is also delicious. When Zhao Shangshu saw Lin Teng toasting, he immediately raised his wine glass to touch Lin Teng, and forgot about the new drinker.
He has seen too many poor ghosts who can't afford to drink and are still screaming, so they are not worth caring about.
Sheng Saburo walked over quickly, his face darkened: "The price is clearly marked, and the old man is not deceiving. If the guest officer thinks it is expensive, you don't have to order it."
At the table of King Kaiyang, I have already ordered three roasted pig heads, and my heart aches for him!
Shi Yan also walked over, keeping a cold face and not speaking.
Based on his understanding of the master, at least another roasted pig's head will be served on that table.
If they are all sold out after closing time—just thinking about this possibility, the little guard will be heartbroken.
The female shopkeeper hiding behind the counter looked at the scene and was unable to speak.
She has to take a good look at it and see how she can be a good shopkeeper in the future.
The strong man came here for beauty, not for fighting. When he saw two tall waiters who were handsome but tall, their voices dropped a lot.
"Any other appetizers?"
Roasted pig's head is so expensive, just trade it for something else.
Keer still smiled like a flower: "There is also a roasted pig's head."
The strong man frowned: "I asked if there were any other appetizers."
Why does this unscrupulous store only recommend the most expensive ones to customers?
Kerr still had a smile on her face: "The other appetizers are also roasted pig's head. The only appetizer that our restaurant prepares today is roasted pig's head. Guest officer, you can tell by looking at the guests at that table. Our roasted pig's head is very delicious. , you can't be so picky..."
The strong man's mouth twitched.
Is he picky?
He is too expensive!
"Then serve a jug of wine and a plate of peanuts."
"A pot of wine is thirty taels of silver, and there is only roasted pig's head." Kerr found that the waiter in the shop is very good, and can carefully explain the situation to the guests.
The strong man wanted to slap the table again.
Thirty taels for a pot of wine?
If he read correctly, the wine jug on the next table is at most no more than a palm high!
The female shopkeeper couldn't bear it anymore and walked over to squeeze Kouer away.
"If the guest officer thinks that the price of food and drink is not suitable, why not eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles. I ordered this, but actually eating a bowl of light and smooth Yangchun noodles is good for the stomach."
"A bowl of Yangchun noodles five taels of silver." Kouer said with a straight face.
She finally realized that it was too expensive.
The strong man wanted to slap the table again, but was irritated by the contempt in the eyes of the charming waiter.
He took a deep breath and shouted in full force, "Have a bowl of Yangchun noodles!"
He has five taels of silver!
You can go to my Weibo and blog to see what the roast pig head looks like. I want to return the male protagonist's innocence, there is a restaurant with a roasted pig's head, it's really not that big...
(end of this chapter)