Chapter 119 Come tomorrow
After shouting, the strong man wanted to cry.
Five taels of silver, if not for other reasons, he would be crazy to spend five taels of silver for a bowl of Yangchun noodles.
"Here comes the Yangchun noodles." Not long after, Sheng Saburo, dressed as the shop waiter, came up with a tray of a moderate size.
On the tray is a blue and white bowl, which is steaming.
The strong man took a serious look.
A bowl of Yangchun noodles for five taels of silver, you must take a good look at it.
Silver-like noodles served in a clear soup, topped with a few scallions.
The green onions are emerald green, it is gratifying to look at, but no matter how green it is, it is only green onions, not emeralds.
Really not a piece of meat!
The strong man picked up the chopsticks in grief and anger, and was suddenly taken aback.
These chopsticks... seem to be made of silver!
He couldn't believe it, and was embarrassed to ask, so he picked up a chopstick of noodles and sent them to his mouth.
When the noodles entered, the strong man froze immediately.
Tough, glutinous, smooth and indescribably delicious, is this really Yangchun noodles?
He was suspicious in his heart, but his hands reacted quickly.
For a while, only the sound of the strong man gobbling up noodles was heard.
Gudong Gudong, the strong man drank the last bit of soup in the blue and white bowl, not even letting go of the scallions, and then he began to be in a daze.
He suspected that what he ate was not Yangchun noodles.
A bowl of Yangchun noodles costs ten cents, which he often eats.
"Guest officer, do you want anything else?" Kerr asked with a smile.
The strong man came back to his senses, and looked down at the bowl that had been licked clean.
He said it as if he could order whatever he wanted, and the only thing he could order was roasted pig's head.
Thinking of this, the strong man wanted to cry a little.
Yangchun noodles are so delicious, how delicious is the **** roasted pig head!
"Another bowl of Yangchun noodles!" The strong man gritted his teeth and shouted.
The shout was a bit loud, and it attracted the attention of the old Shangshu who was buried in eating the roasted pig's head.
"And Yangchun noodles?" Zhao Shangshu, whose beard was stained with sauce, asked Red Dou blankly.
The shochu was so delicious and the roasted pig's head was so delicious that he forgot to order other appetizers.
Governor Luo treats guests, he only orders roasted pig's head, isn't that contemptuous of people.
"If there are any appetizers, serve them on a plate."
Hongdou looked very pleasing to Zhao Shangshu's eyes, and his smile became sweeter: "In addition to roasted pig's head, there are also Yangchun noodles."
Zhao Shangshu: "..."
Doesn’t that mean you didn’t say anything?
The female shopkeeper walked over quickly: "I'm sorry, the store just opened without preparations, and the only appetizer today is roasted pig's head."
"Then what's tomorrow?" Zhao Shangshu subconsciously asked.
Wei Han raised his chopsticks and remained silent, but he was actually very concerned about this issue.
"Tomorrow—" The female shopkeeper glanced at Luo Sheng resentfully, and squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth, "Tomorrow there will be stewed beef."
"What else?"
"there is none left."
Zhao Shangshu was silent.
Today there is only roasted pig's head, and tomorrow there is only stewed beef. Since there is only one dish, does this have anything to do with lack of preparation?
But for the sake of roasting the pig's head, he will come tomorrow.
"My lord, do you want to try Yangchun noodles?" As the host, Zhao Shangshu is very thoughtful.
Wei Han said concisely: "A bowl."
Zhao Shangshu said to Hongdou: "Three bowls of Yangchun noodles."
At first, I thought that a roasted pig’s head was too much to eat, but now I feel that it’s not enough, so let’s have another bowl of Yangchun noodles.
Three bowls of Yangchun noodles were served not long ago.
Zhao Shangshu nodded reservedly to Hongdou: "Let's have another roasted pig's head."
"Two copies." Wei Han calmly corrected.
Zhao Shangshu was stunned for a moment.
Lin Teng held back his face and looked at Shangfeng: "My lord, I think I can still eat one."
Zhao Shangshu said decisively: "Three servings of roasted pig's head."
Sheng Saburo rushed over with a serious expression: "Guest officer, isn't three copies a bit much?"
"Not much, exactly one serving per person." Zhao Shangshu didn't think much about it, because he had a good time eating and explained with a good temper.
"But you... After all, eating too much roasted pig's head is not easy to digest—"
You are an old Shangshu, are you ashamed to eat like this?
Zhao Shangshu looked indifferent: "The food is served, and you can take it if you can't finish it."
Sheng Saburo was startled all over, and cast a help-seeking look at Shi Yan.
Shi Yan understands, but the master is here, what can he say?
Seeing that Shi Yan could not count on him, Sheng Sanlang was heartbroken, and said: "So that the guest officer will know, our roasted pig's head is one hundred taels of silver per piece."
Zhao Shangshu flicked his beard.
After all, he has been in the officialdom for decades, and he still has the ability to hold back and scream.
Slowed down, Zhao Shangshu asked word by word: "One hundred taels of silver?"
"Yes, I won't sell it for a penny less." In order to keep his share of the roasted pig's head, Sheng Sanlang also went all out.
The female shopkeeper stomped her feet: "Sheng San—"
Sheng Saburo was expressionless: "The price is clearly marked, and there is no deception. You can't wait for people to finish eating before saying the price."
The female shopkeeper turned her eyes straight back to the counter.
Zhao Shangshu remained silent, thinking about how much money the three of them had eaten and drank.
After such a calculation, Lao Shangshu almost passed out.
Although he is a senior official, he is an upright person who hands over his salary to his wife. He doesn’t have much private money.
It's over, it's over, he couldn't pay for the meal, and was impeached by the censor later, the emperor asked what happened?
Uh, Minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice eats the overlord's meal.
God, he lost all his fame—wait!
Zhao Shangshu was refreshed and suddenly remembered.
He is a babysitter, and this meal is paid for by Governor Luo Dadu!
The old Shangshu who came over slowly nodded to Sheng Sanlang reservedly: "Serve three servings of roasted pig's head, and add three jugs of wine."
Sheng Saburo was heartbroken and went to serve the dishes.
Lin Teng glanced at Shangfeng in surprise.
I really didn't expect Zhao Shangshu to be so forthright.
Zhao Shang's writing does not change color, as stable as Mount Tai.
The wine shop was opened by Governor Luo's favorite. Of course, Governor Luo knew the price.
Since this is the case, he is a dignified and dignified second-rank high-ranking official, so why bother to be coy, but it seems that Luo Dadu is stingy.
Just three words: eat as much as you want!
Of course, the main reason is that it is too expensive. If you want to eat in the future, you have to pay for it yourself, and you can’t open your belly like this.
Adhering to the spirit of taking one less bite and losing a lot, Zhao Shangshu killed the second roasted pig's head.
In the end, Hongdou couldn't take it anymore, and said with a dark face: "The three guests can come back tomorrow night, and there will be braised beef tomorrow night."
Zhao Shangshu wiped his mouth, reluctantly said: "Check out."
Tomorrow I will pay out of my own pocket, can it be the same?
Hong Dou took the bill and read: "Six servings of roasted pig's head are six hundred taels, ten pots of wine are three hundred taels, eight bowls of Yangchun noodles are forty taels, the total of Chenghui is nine hundred and forty taels."
Zhao Shangshu was as calm as a mountain: "Record it in the account of the Shangshu Mansion, give me the bill, and someone will settle the bill tomorrow."
"Credit?" Hong Dou's voice suddenly rose.
At this moment, Luo Sheng said, "Hongdou, give the bill to Shangshu Zhao."
Hongdou reluctantly handed the bill to Zhao Shangshu, and muttered, "How can I pay on credit?"
Zhao Shangshu pretended not to hear.
No credit, why don't you put him here to wash dishes?
Luo Sheng, who had been sitting by the counter, walked slowly over.
"Has Zhao Shangshu finished eating?"
"I've eaten."
Luo Sheng nodded and looked at Lin Teng: "Mr. Lin, how are you eating?"
Wei Han who was skipped: "..."
(end of this chapter)