I open a shop in Qixia Town

Chapter 659: Guo Jing and Huang Rong Arrive at Qixia Town

"Teleportation formation? I have never heard of this kind of formation that can instantly transfer people to a place thousands of miles away. Brother Qi, was this also opened from the Zhutian Jar?"

Huang Yaoshi was amazed again and again.

"good."

Seeing that they wanted to say something, Hong Qigong said quickly, "Okay, okay, let's go into the town first. When we get to the inn, you can ask any questions you have."

After hearing this, several people suppressed their curiosity and stopped talking.

The five of them entered the Seven Heroes Town together.

The streets were bustling with people, the cries of vendors, the bargaining of customers, and the laughter of children intertwined together.

On both sides of the street, there are numerous quaint shops, one next to the other, with various signs swaying in the wind.

Looking at all this, Huang Rong's mouth corners unconsciously raised.

She likes this lively atmosphere very much.

The streets were crowded with people, some were hurrying along, some were strolling leisurely, stopping from time to time to chat with acquaintances. Hawkers shuttled among the crowds, their hawking voices echoing one after another.

Listen to them shouting out the names of various products, from fresh fruits to exquisite jewelry.

Guo Jing was surprised and said, "Wow, is this really a town? It feels more prosperous and lively than an ordinary city."

There is a shop with a plaque that reads "Mahjong Hall" and there are several round-tables placed at the door.

A group of people are playing mahjong.

Zhou Botong was attracted over there.

"Yaoji!"

"Bang! Two barrels."

"Six!"

"Hey! You dare to hit Liu Tiao? You're screwed! Hahaha, give me money!"

Zhou Botong asked the man who won the money, "Hey, what are you playing?"

"Playing mahjong."

"Ma Jiu, find the money quickly!"

"Why are you rushing me? Look, it's not like I won't give it to you."

"The money account is settled, next round, next round."

Zhou Botong asked innocently, "Playing Mahjong? Who is Mahjong and why are you playing against him?"

"No, old man, are you kidding me?"

"Ignore him. Look at the way he's dressed. He looks like an old lunatic."

Zhou Botong put his hands on his waist and cursed: "Ah, you are the madman. Look at your appearance, your face is like a donkey, and your eyebrows and eyes are shifty. You can tell at a glance that you are not a good person!"

"Hey, you old lunatic, you actually insulted my personality!"

The man couldn't bear to listen any longer and stood up suddenly.

When Guo Jing saw Zhou Botong arguing with others and looking like he was about to start a fight, he was so scared that he quickly ran over and grabbed Zhou Botong.

"Hey, big brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my brother didn't mean to say anything bad about you, I'm really sorry."

"Humph! Get out of here now!"

When he heard someone say something nice, his expression looked a little better.

Guo Jingqiang pulled Zhou Botong back to the team.

Zhou Botong shouted, "Brother, why are you pulling me? This turtle bastard actually dared to scold me, I must teach him a lesson!"

Guo Jing said with a bitter face: "Brother, we just arrived, so it's better not to cause trouble."

"I am not afraid of this old naughty boy!"

Zhou Botong looked nonchalant.

Huang Rong said, "Old naughty boy, do you still want to see the All-Heaven Jar? If you think the All-Heaven Jar is not important, then go and tangle with that person. We will leave you alone and go to an inn." "I humph, I'll just spare that turtle bastard first."

Zhou Botong's anger subsided and he glared at the man playing mahjong fiercely.

"Seventh Brother, let's go to the inn."

Huang Yaoshi was only concerned with saving his wife and ignored everything else.

"Okay. Go this way."

Hong Qigong pointed in a direction and led everyone away.

As they walked through the streets, a fragrant aroma wafted into their noses, making them salivate.

The further you go in, the stronger the fragrance becomes.

The aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, fried fish, and various pastries, intertwined together to form an intoxicating smell.

The few of them couldn't help but slow down their pace. Looking at the dazzling array of delicious food, their stomachs couldn't help but growl.

And from time to time there are performances on the streets that attract their attention.

Acrobats tumble and jump in the air, their performance is thrilling and exciting, making people hold their breath; opera actors take turns on the stage, their high-pitched and passionate voices make people stop and watch, and there are also games such as tossing pots and guessing riddles, which is really lively and lively.

Stab la la——

A rich fragrance wafted over, making Huang Rong twitch her small nose.

Huang Rong watched a middle-aged man fish out a stick-shaped object from the oil pan, then picked up a can next to him and sprinkled some powder on it that might be seasoning. The aroma came from the stick-shaped object.

"Uncle, what are you selling?"

The middle-aged man took a look at Huang Rong and was not only stunned by her beauty, but he quickly reacted and smiled embarrassedly.

"I'm selling fried skewers, and this is ham sausage, ten cents each, girl, would you like one?"

"Five of them!"

Huang Rong waved her hand with arrogance.

The middle-aged uncle could tell at a glance that this person was not short of money, so he hurriedly asked, "Hey, girl, I have fish balls, mushrooms, beef, mutton, chicken, and chicken wings here. Do you want some?"

Huang Rong said, "Okay, five of each of the things you just mentioned."

"okay!"

The middle-aged man smiled and deftly took out a bunch of skewers with ingredients stuck on them and put them into the wok.

Lin Chen originally taught the recipe of fried skewers to Little Chef because he was craving for it. Little Chef thought that fried skewers not only tasted good but were also easy to make, so he put them on the menu to promote them. Many people ate them and praised them highly. Word of mouth spread, and soon the fried skewers became popular.

After fried skewers became popular, naturally there were many imitators, and this middle-aged man is one of them.

The fried skewers are cooked quickly.

The uncle took it out of the oil pan, sprinkled cumin on it and asked, "Girl, do you like spicy food?"

Huang Rong asked, "Spicy? Is it pepper?"

The uncle who was cooking fried skewers looked around and whispered, "Little girl, since you bought so much, I'll tell you that my spiciness is not the kind of spiciness that comes from pepper, onion, ginger and garlic. My spiciness is the pure spiciness that tastes so good! A big part of the secret to the delicious fried skewers lies in this spiciness."

"Oh? Then I want to try how good it is. Give me more spicy food!"

Huang Rong's curiosity was aroused.

"no problem!"

The skewers uncle took out a clay pot, grabbed a handful of red powder from it, and then sprinkled it evenly on the fried skewers.

The crispy aroma of ingredients fried in soybean oil paired with the red powder is very tempting just by looking at its appearance.

Huang Rong looked at the bright red powder with curiosity, and for a moment she couldn't tell what the powder was made of.

However, judging from the color, if the powder was ground finer, it would be good to make rouge and lipstick.

A round-faced boy liked this idea and added: Sisters think alike!
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(End of this chapter)