Fox Road Travel Notes

Monk Tong frowned and shouted, "Shopkeeper, where's the beef in your beef noodles?"

The strong man turned around and glanced at the young monk, his eyes cold but he said nothing.

The little widow in the room said softly: "Come on, come on, the beef will be ready soon!"

Soon, a small plate of beef slices for each person was delivered to the table.

Monk Tong looked at the plate, which was no bigger than his palm, and the beef slices as thin as peach petals on the plate, and was speechless.

I stretched out my chopsticks and picked up. There was not a single piece left, so I stuffed it all into my mouth.

It turns out that the meat slices are put on the plate with great skill.

The meat slices are fluffy and support each other. It looks like a full plate, but in fact there is only one chopstick.

Monk Tong chewed a few times, took a sip of wine, and nodded.

"tasty!"

When I reached out again, the plate was empty.

Chen Zican smiled and pushed his plate over.

Monk Tong smiled bitterly and said, "Damn it, is this the plate of beef I want?"

Wang Heming also placed his plate in front of him and said with a smile: "Third brother, speak in a low voice and don't blow the meat away."

Monk Tong was really angry and was about to explode.

Next to him, a timid voice said: "The boss lady——"

"Please be kind, I fled from Hebei."

"My family suffered a disaster and I haven't eaten for two days. Can you give me a bowl of noodles?"

Several people looked back and saw an old man in ragged clothes, leaning on a wooden stick and standing with his head bowed.

His hair is gray and his face is full of dust. It seems that if there is a gust of wind, he will fall to the ground like a paper man.

Widow Chen was placing plates on the table next to her.

She heard Tong Monk complaining and felt unhappy.

I thought to myself, this monk drinks wine and eats meat, he has no moral character at all, and his mouth is so smelly, it is really annoying...

When she heard the beggar asking her for some noodles, she glanced sideways at him and said angrily: "The noodles are gone!"

The beggar looked around, but still didn't give up.

He murmured: "Well, it would be great if I could give this old man a bowl of this free noodle soup!"

From ancient times to the present, no matter what kind of noodle restaurant, noodle soup is always free.

But Widow Chen was already unhappy and annoyed by his pestering. She raised her eyebrows and said sternly: "Who said my noodle soup is free?"

"Twenty cents a bowl, you bring the money and I will serve it to you..."

The old man was stunned for a moment and blurted out: "Then others..."

Seeing that he was not finished, Widow Chen threw the rag in her hand on the table and put her hands on her hips.

He scolded: "Others are others and you are you. If you don't look at your own virtue, get out of here!"

Chen Zican frowned. The sign on the shop clearly said: "Beef noodle soup, ten cents a bowl."

"Now she wants twenty cents for a bowl of noodle soup. Isn't this just deliberately making things difficult?"

The young monk was furious, pushed away the stool, and was about to stand up.

Chen Zican grabbed his sleeve and whispered: "As a woman, how can I help you?"

"Brother Tong, sit down, Wen, let me come."

Chen Zican smiled and said to Widow Chen: "Sister-in-law, look at him as a poor person, don't be angry!"

"In this case, you can get him a bowl of noodles and charge the money to my account."

Widow Chen glanced at him, and Chen Zican's smile became gentler and brighter.

Her expression slowly softened, and she licked her lips at an empty table next to her: "Go sit over there, and the noodles will be served soon!"

The old man was trembling and wanted to say thank you when he came over.

Chen Zican hurriedly supported him: "Old man, you're welcome, go over there and sit down and have a rest."

Turning around, he took Monk Tong's face, which had not been moved with the chopsticks, over.

Wen Yan said: "This bowl of noodles was given to you by the great monk. He hasn't taken a bite yet. If you don't mind, you can eat it first."

"There's another bowl at the back. Hey, don't be impatient, eat slowly..."

Monk Tong waited for him to come back, stared at him with bull's eyes, and said in a low voice: "Brother Chen, is this your method?"

"This is a bit irritating!"

Seeing that his anger was still lingering, Kuo'er looked at the plate of beef, which he had only eaten two slices of, and offered it to Monk Tong with great reluctance.

"Brother Tong, you eat, don't be angry!"

Monk Tong looked at the plate of meat, and then at Kou'er's eyes that were stuck to the meat slices and couldn't bear to leave. He couldn't help but laugh.

At this time, Widow Chen brought another bowl of noodles to the beggar.

Just as he was about to turn around, Chen Zican said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, could you please give me another empty bowl?"

Widow Chen glanced at them and thought to herself, that handsome scholar has a cold face.

That monk is ugly and fierce, trying not to offend anyone!

This guy is the only one who speaks nicely and has a lovable smile...

She nodded and smiled at him, responded, and went into the house to get a bowl.

Chen Zican took the bowl and thanked him.

Go to the beggar's table, pick up the new bowl of noodles, pour the soup into the bowl, leaving only the noodles.

Everyone watched intently, Chen Zican's behavior was a bit baffling.

But everyone who knows him knows that Mr. Chen, who is full of tricks, may play another trick today.

If you miss the excitement, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

Chen Zican, however, did not use his dazzling magical methods again.

He just turned around and smiled at Widow Chen: "Sister-in-law, come here, I'll give you the money for his bowl of noodles first."

Widow Chen said "Hey", wiped her hands on her apron, and walked over with a smile on her face.

"My guest, this is a lot of money."

Chen Zican smiled and handed her the bowl of noodle soup.

"Sister-in-law, this bowl of noodle soup is here for you. Serve it carefully and don't burn it."

Then he pointed to the bowl of noodles: "Sister-in-law, your bowl of noodles costs ten cents, and I will give you a bowl of soup for twenty cents."

"Excuse me, please give another ten cents to this old man..."

"what?"

Not only Widow Chen, but dozens of people under the persimmon tree were all shocked. Is there anyone else who could settle accounts like this? What a talent!

Widow Chen was stunned for a long time before she came back to her senses.

Although she is fierce, but think about what she just said...

Every word is taken care of, and accounts are calculated clearly.

This evil spirit was stuck in her throat and she couldn't get out of it no matter what.

Her pretty face turned red, and the small pockmarks on the tip of her nose were shining brightly. She mumbled and was speechless.

Next to them, the guards in black laughed loudly.

Many people shouted: "Sister-in-law, I haven't drunk this bowl of noodle soup yet, so I'll give it back to you!"

"Oh, I was so careless and took a sip. I suffered a huge loss!"

"Sister-in-law, give me another bowl. This time, I promise to give you a big bite..."

Cheers came and went.

The strong man walked into the yard and heard everything that happened outside just now.

Widow Chen was embarrassed at this time, but it was also her fault that she was usually too aggressive and it was all her own fault.

He shook his head, sighed, and came over to pull her into the house.

When Chen Zican saw the real owner appearing, his eyes lit up and he said loudly with a smile: "The noodles cooked by the store are good, and the meat is also good..."

Monk Tong laughed and cursed: "What good meat, bullshit..."

Chen Zican said seriously: "Brother Tong San, what you said is wrong."

"I said it's good meat, and there are poems to prove it..."

Everyone has heard that Ai Dajin and Gao Shusheng were ridiculed to death by a few crooked poems he read on the Dasha River.

At this time, they all shouted: "Mr. Chen, do you have any good poems? Read it out for everyone to hear!"

Wang Heming also put down his chopsticks and said with a smile: "Zi Can is a great talent, and I want to hear about it as a brother."

"But just don't fight like the one on the river."

Everyone remembered what he chanted on the boat at that time: "Short people are often beaten with sticks for their farts, and tall people's poems (feces) are stinky and are slapped by donkeys."

Looking at the dishes on the table, everyone couldn't help laughing, and the atmosphere became even more lively.