Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1215, Section 1204: Chess Skills and Appetite

Spicy rabbit head!

Liang Yue was still a bit grumpy when Xiang Boming woke her up to check the group chat.

But after seeing what the chubby girl posted, he exclaimed in surprise, his mouth practically watering.

Ever since Cat Head started selling cold-cooked rabbit, Liang Yue has opened the door to a new world.

Such cute bunnies, how can they taste so good?

The rabbit head looks a bit scary, a bit horrifying, a bit frightening, but it's so delicious to suck on. Liang Yue can suck on two heads at a time while watching TV at night.

The only problem is that the cost of each time you slurp it is a bit high.

They had to eat rabbit noodles with Xiang Boming for two, four, or sometimes six days in a row.

It's quite a challenge.

It's not that rabbit doesn't taste good, but it's not very friendly to chrysanthemums.

Liang Yue also bought individual rabbit heads online, but none of them tasted as good as the ones sold online.

Jiweilou and Maomaotou are from the same company, so the rabbit heads here should be the same, right?

Liang Yue immediately made a decision to go to Jiweilou for afternoon tea.

The chubby girl sent the message at 3:15.

It's already past four o'clock.

Afternoon tea is perfect, and dinner is just in time.

Xiang Boming said, "I haven't even finished digesting the hot pot I had at noon, and I'm already eating it again?"
The three ladies said that the stomach for food and the stomach for snacks are not the same stomach. It's just afternoon tea, so let's eat!

The group of six returned to the Jiweilou restaurant.

There were very few people in the afternoon, and the breakfast counter was turned into a tea and snack counter.

However, it is much smaller than the breakfast counter, and the three-tiered display shelf has been replaced by a long table.

A light blue tablecloth was laid out, and a narrow-necked vase was placed there, with a single osmanthus flower inserted inside.

It's decorated beautifully.

The table was set with various small plates, deep bowls, and tall buckets, filled with spicy snacks such as rabbit heads, skewers, and pot-boiled chicken, as well as sweet desserts such as coconut pastries, glutinous rice balls, and osmanthus cakes. The variety was not too great.

The most beautiful dishes were the several bowls of snow-white tofu in the center, with clear broth and a few pink flowers floating in it.

A flag stands to the side, which reads: "Red and white intermingled, like the glow of a snow-cleared sky, named Snow Glow Soup."

Yes, Master Xu and his team have figured out how to make Xuexia Soup.

Today is the first day of its launch, but it will definitely become the signature item of Jiweilou's afternoon tea.

You can tell by looking at Liang Yue and the others with wide eyes and exclaiming "Wow!"

Women of all ages are completely powerless against flowers, especially pink flowers.

"This is called Snow Mist Soup? What a lovely name! I'd like one. What's it made of?"

"Almond tofu, a dessert, right... The flower is hibiscus? The bitter core has been removed, and osmanthus sugar, maltose, and honey have been added... It's a bit sweet, so it's best to pair it with tea? No worries, I love sweets, I'll have one."

"It's like the red glow on the horizon after a snowfall, hence the name Snow Glow Soup. It really looks like it. I'll have a serving too."

"I'd also like six rabbit heads, one pot-boiled chicken, two servings of skewers, one coconut pastry, one osmanthus cake, and a set of canned tea."

Sister Meng generously ordered food to treat her two newly acquainted sisters.

Mengjie's husband was tasked with paying the bill.

The six people entered the venue carrying large plates and small bowls to find their seats, and the tea in the cans was brought to them by the waiters.

There were very few people in the afternoon.

There were even empty tables in front of the small stage.

Everyone found a table, put their things down, and sat down.

Xiang Boming turned his head and saw that, what a coincidence, Liang and Hou, whom he had seen that morning, were sitting next to him. However, their table now had six people, with two middle-aged and elderly people and one young person.

"What a coincidence," Xiang Boming said, offering a greeting.

"It is quite a coincidence," Old Hou replied with a smile.

A brief acquaintance is enough.

Xiang Boming sat down, picked up a skewer of seaweed from the hot pot bucket, and tasted it. It was good; the flavor was rich, the broth clear, and it wasn't cloying. The seaweed was tender and perfectly cooked, with a natural saltiness. 38 yuan for a serving of twelve skewers—not a bad deal.

Liang Yue was eating Xuexia soup, licking it bit by bit with a small spoon, her face beaming with joy, chattering away and repeatedly saying how delicious it was.

Soft, smooth, melts on the tongue, melts in your mouth, so sweet, so many kinds of sweetness.

All sorts of wonderful words are popping out of their mouths like they're free.

The other two ladies were the same.

It's delicious and beautiful, a dessert, and even comes with flowers—it's just what they like!

Unfortunately, 68 yuan a bowl was a bit pricey, so I only bought three bowls.

If Xiang Boming and the other two gentlemen want to try it, it depends on how deep their relationship is...

Anyway, it definitely won't work at the beginning.

Xiang Boming didn't intend to snatch it; he chewed on seaweed while looking at the stage.

The chubby girl said there's a performance this afternoon.

It's being performed right there on stage.

It depicts playing chess...

Xiang Boming couldn't help but complain in his heart.

He never expected to see singing, dancing, or opera troupes at an afternoon tea performance in a restaurant.

But you'd have to do some magic tricks, storytelling, or even just a traditional storytelling performance.

What's the deal with performing chess?

Who's going to look at this? It's not like we're in a park...

Xiang Boming stared at it for a long time.

I discovered something even more... amazing (crazy).

The chess pieces used by the two people playing chess on the stage are black and white, made of black rice cake and white rice cake.

They ate the seeds, and they really ate them.

Xiang Boming watched as the man on the left, carrying the white car, devoured the black horse on the right, then picked up the black horse, chewed it, and swallowed it.

No wonder it's already an endgame, yet there are no other pieces on the table.

This is truly a contest of both chess skills and appetite!

Eating more than a dozen rice cakes while playing a game of chess is something that not everyone can do.

but!

Get sick!
Who would eat... eat chess pieces while playing chess?

I really envy the spirit of the people of Tianhan. Is it possible to catch it if you live near Sichuan and Chongqing?
Every time I organize an event, some strange and eccentric things inexplicably pop up.

For example, last time I came, I saw a kind family having a swimming contest with fruits and vegetables.

And the time before that, what kind person would set up a food street during a marathon?

And the time before that, someone's reward for being a good person in the game of pitch-pot was a dog.

And the time before that, who would be so kind as to use intangible cultural heritage techniques to weave cat, dog, and rabbit kennels...?

It's so bumpy...

Xiang Boming had a lot of grievances to vent, but he didn't know where to put them.

Eating skewers while watching chess is quite addictive; I have to see whether White will checkmate Black first, or Black will overpower White first.

Chess skills versus appetite – who will win first?
Liang Yue said she wanted to eat the black rice cake chess piece; she saw the person with the white piece eating it so deliciously…

Just as Liang Yue and Xiang Boming were discussing whether they could have the remaining chess pieces to try after the game was over.

The chubby girl came running out of the kitchen, carrying a paper bag in her hand, and sneaked over to Liang Yue and her friends' table.

She secretly placed the paper packet on the table and whispered boasting, "The kitchen is testing tonight's main dish, and I secretly got you a piece. It's so delicious, incredibly delicious."

The paper package was opened, revealing a piece of pork knuckle with a bright red color like amber, a wrinkled surface resembling tiger skin, lean meat that was rose-red, and translucent fat...

(End of this chapter)