Nightcrawler: 20 Years of Peaceful Demons

Chapter 155 Overlord Meal

Yanjing is an ancient capital with a history of 3000 years. In 1122 BC, King Wu of Zhou established Zhaogong in Yan after he destroyed Shang.

In the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Yan State, one of the seven heroes of the Warring States Period, was said to be named after its proximity to Yanshan Mountain.

Its capital is known as "Yandu".

Youzhou, one of the nine states in ancient times, is said to refer to the area around Yanjing.

This is what Huang Daxian said.

heart.

Ma Yi'ao was planning to go to Yanjing with me, but before leaving, he received another call from Pengcheng, which was from Fa Cai Zhang.

He told Ma Yi'ao that the money we had entrusted to Lao Wai before has been settled, but there are still some questions that need to be clarified. He asked Ma Yi'ao if he was free. If so, he would go to him to see if he could. Handle the matter properly face to face, so as not to delay it later.

For Ma Yi'ao, this phone call was unexpected.

After all, Lao Wai is Lao Wai, and Fa Cai Zhang is Fa Cai Zhang. As for whether he can help us get back that sum of dollars, we have never expected it.

But how to put it, human beings are social creatures, and they also need to eat, drink, and relax, especially now that I have no job, and Ma Yi'ao is also a huge burden. If I have more space in my hands, I will have more confidence in doing anything.

So he planned to go to Pengcheng for a walk.

I originally planned to go with Ma Yi'ao, but he refused and asked me to go to Yanjing to make a stop first, and he would arrive later.

So, alone, with a bag on my back, I embarked on the journey to the north.

Before that, I had already placed Wang Hu in the Demon Refining Ball and the Queen Bee of the Heart-eating Bee in Mangshan, and did not take them away with me.

My previous job was purely for business, so traveling alone was nothing to me.

Although the trains of that era were speeded up, they were completely incomparable with the later high-speed trains. When I arrived at Yanjing West Railway Station, I got off the train and felt that I was about to go bad.

After leaving the train station and walking on the crowded street, I felt like a damp flower in the morning again.

Even the coldness of early spring can't stop the sticky and sour smell on my body.

Yanjing is very big, and there are so many people that I doubt life a little, and this kind of crowding has a different feeling from the bustle of Pengcheng.

In short, this is a great and magical city, which makes me eager to try, and I have an urge to explore it quickly.

In the following time, I wandered around, the Old Summer Palace, the Forbidden City, the Summer Palace, Tiananmen Square, the Badaling Great Wall, the Temple of Heaven, Beihai Park, or Nanluoguxiang, Dashilan and various traditional alleys... turn of the century Yanjing is in an era of transformation where tradition and modernity are colliding fiercely, and every place in it is moving and lingering.

Compared with the beautiful scenery, the food that can satisfy the desire of the tongue makes me even more happy.

Not to mention the most famous Yanjing Roast Duck, Zhajiang Noodles, Braised and Stir-Fried Liver, Braised Belly, White Water Sheep Head with Pepper and Salt, Roasted Lamb, Instant Pot, Sauce Beef, Sesame Biscuits, Old Man Sauce pork knuckle...

Hey, these delicacies make people wish they could live there for the rest of their lives and refuse to leave.

Yanjing is also a very inclusive city. Sichuan, Shandong, Guangdong, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fujian, Xianghui, and even delicacies from all over the world gather here, which makes people look forward to it even more.

Five days later.

A row of long streets on Summer Palace Road, outside the Hechengju Yangxiezi Restaurant, I stood outside the store, looking through the glass window, watching the diners inside enjoying the steaming Yangxiezi.

I saw them take out the skeleton full of fat mutton from the copper pot, dip some in the sauce, and take some directly, and chewed the tender and fragrant mutton, but there was a rumbling sound in the stomach.

Yanjing Residence is not easy.

I didn't have any money in my pocket at first, but I left some money when I went out last time.

This time I was wandering for a few days, and by last night, I had run out of ammunition and food. In the early spring weather, I slept on a bench in the park all night, and after washing in the public toilet in the morning, I have been wandering here. left.

The last bit of money in my pocket was used to call Ma Yi'ao.

But the strange thing is that his mobile phone has never been connected, and he doesn't know what happened.

After squatting from ten o'clock in the morning to 01:30 in the afternoon, I decided to make a move.

I swaggered into the store, sat in a corner seat under the guidance of the waiter, then ordered a big pot of lamb scorpion, ordered two drawers of steamed stuffed buns, a big bowl of stewed pork, and Two side dishes of cucumber and fried peanuts, and a bottle of Niulanshan Erguotou in a catty.

Although I didn't have a dime in my pocket, I didn't panic at all.

If this matter had been postponed, I would never have done it.

But now, most of the time, I hold a casual and peaceful attitude, and I am far more carefree and heroic than before.

This is what I did on purpose, because I know that my life has changed since then.

Those peaceful and stable lives are far away from me.

I don't even know if I will die suddenly one day.

So I seemed very calm and enjoyed the food slowly until after three o'clock, the waiter with acne on his face saw the mess on my table, but he didn't intend to leave, and finally his face was full of piles. Smiling, he came forward and asked, "Brother, how is it? Does it taste good?"

I took a toothpick, picked the lamb between my teeth, and said casually: "It's okay."

Acne asked again: "Then, do you want to add something?"

The two drawers of steamed stuffed buns were very solid, and I choked a bit after eating them. I hiccupped and said, "No, no."

Acne pointed to the vacant tables in the restaurant, and said yes, thanks for your patronage, a total of 82 yuan, the boss said I will give you a small change, and you will give you [-] yuan.

what?
I hiccupped, stared at the other person in a daze for a while, and then said, "This, eighty?"

Acne thought that I had some objections to the price, and said aggrievedly: "Brother, we have a clear price here, and you have seen it; besides, this meal is enough for four people, and eighty is not expensive."

I laughed and said you called your boss over here.

Acne saw me sitting in front of the chair with an extraordinary bearing, a bit confused about where I came from, hesitated for a moment, then turned and left, and after a while, a pretty young woman followed him.

He had a good attitude and said to me with a smile: "Sir, I am the boss here, what's the matter, the taste is not suitable?"

This young woman is about 27 or [-] years old, or in her early thirties, wearing a sky blue dress, showing slender and slender legs, a melon-seeded face with red phoenix eyes, white and rosy skin, a light and graceful figure, very beautiful, and The speaking voice is also very nice, with the crunchy vigor of an old BJ's authentic radish.

Such a woman should appear on TV, on the stage, or in government agencies, as well as on the front line of literary and artistic work.

It's hard to imagine that she is the proprietress of such a modest restaurant.

Her eyes are dark, with a bit of brightness, and I feel ashamed to sit in front of her.

I am even more ashamed when I think of what I am about to do.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the young woman was a little displeased, but she didn't show it in a very educated manner, but asked again: "Sir, sir..."

I knew there was no way I could avoid it, so I stood up awkwardly, and said, "Then what, are you still hiring a chef?"

The smile on the young woman's face suddenly subsided.

There was a bit of anger in her clear eyes, she stared at me, and then said: "Sir, you don't have any money with you, right?"

I nodded and said yes.

She managed to maintain a slight smile, and said to me: "We have a telephone installed here. If you don't have it handy, you can call your relatives, friends, or colleagues from the unit to pay for it for you."

I shook my head and said I was sorry, I came from another place, I had just arrived in Yanjing for a few days, I had no relatives, and I didn’t know anyone.

The young woman stared at me and said that you are going to eat a king's meal, right?
I said no, I just wanted to ask, do you need a chef here?If necessary, I can use my wages to offset today's meal expenses.

The young woman pursed her lips and bit her red lips with silver teeth. For some reason, mist appeared in her eyes.

She turned her head and said hoarsely, "Xiao Liu, call the police."

The pimple-faced waiter said "Hey" and then went to the counter to make a call. I hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Oh, don't worry, let me tell you, my cooking is really delicious, absolutely amazing, Okay, you have to try it too?

The pimple gave me a pull, and I subconsciously shook my arm, but found that I didn't get rid of it.

After he felt the strength on my arm, he shouted loudly: "Old Tu, Xing'er, come and help me, this guy who eats nothing is going to hit someone..."

"Where? Where?"

A chubby fat man in a white coat rushed out from the back kitchen, holding a sharp kitchen knife in his hand, and shouted, "Who is it?"

A firewood girl whose chest was flatter than her back also rushed out with a rolling pin, pretending to be arrogant: "It's too much, Sister Na is already in such a miserable situation, and you still come here to eat free food, do you have a conscience? Don't run away, Let the police arrest you and lock you up for two days."

I saw the bitterness and hatred in the room, so I couldn't help but smile wryly.

I looked at the young woman with a sad face, and said seriously: "When everyone is in trouble, you give me a chance, I will cook something for you, you eat it first, and then decide, okay?"

The young woman stared at me for a while, before asking, "What will you fire?"

I thought for a while and said to her: "The simplest dish can best reflect the chef's mind and craftsmanship. How about this, I'll make you a mutton fried rice, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)