Fangjia noodle shop

The types of noodles in Fang’s noodle shop have increased to twelve, and the rivets on the wall are covered with bamboo slices full of noodle names. I feel sorry, although there are some customers who will ask about the ingredients, but Zhan Bolin always speaks concisely, but even such customers are very few.

The business in the store is booming day by day, and the most eye-catching thing in the hall is Zhan Bolin who is holding a tray of bowls and chopsticks stacked in a tower shape.

When making noodles during the day, Fang Mu’s happiest thing is peeking at Zhan Bolin occasionally; when the door is closed in the afternoon and practicing at night, the happiest thing is being able to chat with Zhan Bolin. Although he is the one who starts the topic, Zhan Bolin Lin would never ignore him, almost answering every question, and sometimes when he chatted with Zhan Bolin about unimportant things, Zhan Bolin would nod to show that he was listening.It's just that I have never dared to ask him private questions, and I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to speak lightly.

The noon guests were coming to an end again. Fang Mu leaned against the door of the kitchen and looked at Zhan Bolin in the hall. He was masculine and handsome, especially with two thick black sword eyebrows flying into his temples. Lion, just looking at it usually makes people feel intimidated. I don't know how terrible it will be if he gets angry.No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a scholar, so, a samurai?Well, then he is most likely...

Just as he was thinking about it, there was the sound of a stool being overturned in the hall. Fearing that someone would make trouble again, Fang Mu hurried into the hall, but saw a guest who had just entered the door, pointing at Zhan Bolin and tremblingly saying: "Zhan... ...Zhan...Zhan..." For a while, he could only hear his teeth chattering, and he couldn't even finish his sentence.

Fang Mu is a bit strange, this person can call out Zhan Bolin's surname, it seems that he knows him, but he can't speak well, is he a stutter?

Zhan Bolin frowned and glanced at him, then said coldly, "Sit."

The man scrambled and sat down, but his sitting posture was standard, his thighs and calves were at right angles, his back was straight, his head was raised and his chest was raised, his lips were tightly closed and he did not speak.

"What face?"

Seeing Zhan Bolin standing, the man saw that his sitting posture remained the same, but his buttocks were hanging in the air, so he dared not sit still, "Yangchun noodles."

"No."

The man wanted to order the simplest Yangchun noodles, but he didn't know that this street noodle shop was not an ordinary stall outside. It looked small, but it had been around for decades, and it always sold special noodles. The pirated Yangchun noodles, as for the genuine Yangchun noodles, are ingenious and clumsy to make. Fang Mu didn't want to make noodles that looked completely different, so he didn't sell Yangchun noodles.A few cold sweats slid down the man's forehead, but he was not tired from sitting like this, but was afraid. He turned his eyes hurriedly, and saw that the names on the bamboo pieces on the wall were all written on the wall, and he didn't look carefully. Seeing that, he said directly: "Eel noodles."

Zhan Bolin nodded, but did not move, but gestured to Fang Mu over there. Obviously, Fang Mu could hear their conversation just now.

Although Fang Mu was curious, he had to go to the kitchen to make noodles first. He was a little annoyed at the noodles he ordered, so he couldn't order simple ones. He listened to what they had to say openly.

Fang Mu started making noodles, while Zhan Bolin sat down at the table of the new guest, "Where are you here?"

The man sat still, lowered his head and respectfully said: "Subordinate, subordinate... passing by here."

"Huh, it's a coincidence that you passed by." Zhan Bolin watched him sweat dripping down calmly, and the tone of his words meant nothing.

The man lowered his head, "Subordinate, subordinate..."

Zhan Bolin frowned slightly, "You are not my subordinate now."

"Yes. Slave, slave..."

Zhan Bolin remained calm, "You are not my slave either."

"Slave... now is the guard of General Xuanyuan's Mansion." The man looked carefully at Zhan Bolin's face, but no matter how he looked, Zhan Bolin's face was icy.

"Since you are the guard of the general's mansion, how could you pass by here?" The last few words of Zhan Bolin were like ice thrown on the ground, hitting the bottom of people's hearts.

"Slave, slave... my mother died of illness, and the general allowed this slave to come back to handle the funeral. My lord knows that, this slave will never dare to lie." The man looked like he wanted to kneel down to answer, but he couldn't kneel down, so he had to lower his head as much as he could.

Looking at his expression, Zhan Bolin didn't seem to be lying, and said: "Since you saw me by accident, then I also hope that after you eat the bowl of noodles, you will put the things here in your stomach like this bowl of noodles."

"Yes. The slave will never dare to say too much." The man's expression became more respectful.

"Well." Zhan Bolin looked at his expression and there was no sign of lying, "When are you leaving?"

"Return to your lord, the slave will leave tomorrow." The man understood what he meant, so he didn't dare to stay longer, and immediately canceled his original plan to come back and stay for a few more days.

Fang Mu in the kitchen cooked the noodles, spread the blanched lettuce on the noodles, poured eel and soup on the noodles, and dripped a few drops of sesame oil.Immediately, they served the table quickly with their hands and feet. They spoke quietly, and they didn't hear the words "departure tomorrow" until they walked in.

"Your face." Fang Mu put down and leaned over, wanting to hear what the two of them had to say, but just as he passed, Zhan Bolin turned around and was about to leave.

Fang Mu couldn't strike up a conversation with the customer, so he turned around disappointedly and prepared to go back to the kitchen, but the man asked inquiringly, "Boss, can I ask?"

"What?" Fang Mu turned around suspiciously.

"Excuse me, are the rivets on the wall empty because there are other types of surface that are not available today?" The man pointed to the rivets on the wall curiously.

"Yes. There are still some noodles that I can't make today." Fang Mu smiled gently.

"Ah, I'm still curious. I heard my father mentioned that there are several kinds of noodles here that are particularly delicious, and my mother likes them very much, but I haven't seen them today." The man said understandingly, and then sighed again, "leaving hometown It’s been so long, it’s hard to come back once, it seems that I won’t be able to eat it this time, I hope I can taste the delicious food next time.”

Fang Mu smiled apologetically, "I'm afraid you may not be able to eat the noodles mentioned by the guest officer in the future."

The man asked curiously, "Oh? Why?"

Fang Mu explained: "My parents used to make the noodles, but now...well, I make them, so some noodles don't have the same taste as before."

"Ah. No wonder there are so many noodle names in the store that haven't been listed." The man nodded knowingly, and then said, "Then you figured out all the noodles in the store now?"

"That's not true. I learned from my parents and parents before, but I'm blunt and only learned these kinds of things." Fang Mu said modestly.

"Your Excellency is too polite, this side tastes very good." The man praised, and then said, "I wonder how long this store has been open?"

"Ah?" Fang Mu looked at him with wide eyes in surprise, a little curious how he, a person who hasn't been here for a long time, knew that his new store opened not long ago.

The man knew what he was thinking by looking at his expression, smiled, and thought that this man was transparent and couldn't hide things on his face, so he explained, "Look at the nails on the wall in your shop. The sign is made of wood, and it has been around for a long time, so it has left traces, and the area that was previously covered is whiter than the outside, but there is still a layer of floating dust on the slightly whiter area, so I guess that your store has not long since opened. " What he didn't say is that the store is very clean, and it must have been thoroughly cleaned not long ago, and the local area has not been disturbed by war before, and there is no rest festival, usually such a large cleaning will not be carried out to waste the time of opening the store , and he is keenly aware that there was no popularity here for a long time, and it may have been empty for a long time. Although it is full of guests now, he can still feel the vacant atmosphere left before, so he must have had something to rest for a long time before. And it just opened for a short time recently.

Fang Mu had a comprehension face, admiring this man, nodded and said: "That's right, that's right, I've only opened this store for more than ten days."

The man achieved his goal, so he smiled and ended the topic, "I hope your business will get better and better, little brother."

"Thank you, then take your time." Fang Mu went back to the kitchen as he couldn't disturb the guests' meal.

Zhan Bolin stood in the corridor between the hall and the kitchen, glanced coldly at the person eating the noodles, then at Fang Mu who was cooking the noodles, and continued to entertain the guests.

The man left after eating the noodles. Although Fang Mu still had doubts, he only wanted to ask Zhan Bolin later.