Chapter 37: Xi Shi

  The Second Bombing:

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  "Do you two know where there's good food around here?" As soon as he stepped out the door, Lan Sheng turned back with a smile. His majestic demeanor was gone, and he became straightforward.

  "From here heading west, after crossing five streets, you can see the best big wine house in Xishi - Zui Xian Ju. Even emperors are attracted to its drunken crab."

  "Oh no, any place with the word 'imperial' doesn't match her eight characters," she said. "Let's change to a place that serves fresh breakfast and is within half an hour's walking distance."

  Another raised his hand, grinning from ear to ear, "I know! Feng's wife's rice cake shop, two streets east into Niu Ku Alley, if the young lady can't find it, just ask anyone on the street and they'll know. The red sticky rice porridge and fermented bean paste pancake there are absolutely top-notch."

  "This is good." Lan Sheng went east.

  That new gatekeeper still holding his hand, found that Lan Sheng walked without the slightest weakness of a thousand gold miss, her arm folded forward, her shoulders coordinating with her steps, and unknowingly blinked to turn over the street, and was stunned. He didn't know it was an exercise, not running or jumping, but fast walking, heart rate within 100, slightly sweating, reducing fat and recovering physical fitness, a simple yet effective workout.

  After Lan Jing gave up practicing martial arts, he picked up some of his previous exercise habits again, at least laying a good foundation for this weak body.

  The old man slapped him on the palm and walked in the door, then came out again. "What are you looking at? Don't be fooled by a smiling face, hurry up and report to the master!"

  The newly arrived Mo Han came back to his senses and hastily ran into the backyard to pass on the message.

  Before long, Lan Sheng arrived at Niuguxiang. It wasn't hard to find, and she happened upon a group of rough-looking men in short shirts who were shouting about being hungry while laughing and turning into a small alleyway. She had a hunch that they were headed to the same place, so she followed behind them.

  Just a few steps into the alley, I saw a gray cloth flag and a thatched shed. The cloth flag was waving in the wind, with no words on it, but a bowl and a pancake were drawn on it with ink, creating a wonderful atmosphere. The thatched shed was connected to a small house, with smoke rising continuously from the roof, which should be the kitchen for cooking porridge and pancakes. Looking into the shed again, there were four or five wooden tables, and the long benches on one side were stacked up in seven or eight piles, indicating a thriving business where people had to eat without tables.

  It was already late and there was only one table of guests, but the group of men sat down to make three tables. Lan Sheng and Wu Guo sat at another table, and the shed was full. The men whispered to each other, chuckled and laughed, and finally pushed out a man with a whisker beard.

  With a loud slap on the table, he shouted, "Feng's wife, we're here! Come out and entertain us!"

  He was a regular customer. Lan Sheng didn't rush to order, waiting for the hostess to appear. It turned out that it was that Feng's wife, who had a reputation for being flirtatious. A slender woman with almond eyes and cherry lips, wearing a floral headscarf and an eight-pleated cotton skirt, she looked like a beauty from a painting. So, the old drunkard's intention wasn't about the wine; whether this shop was famous or not probably had nothing to do with how good their rice cakes tasted. Taking another look, there was only one woman customer in the entire shed, which made him even more certain. However, the whole shed was filled with a fragrant aroma, and since he had come, it must be fate, so he sat back down calmly.

  Feng's wife stood still in front of Luo Tiecheng, with a gentle smile.

  The bearded man's thunderous shout had turned into a mere mew, and he looked embarrassed, not even daring to touch Feng Niangzi with his finger. "Brothers just delivered the goods into the city, these few days haven't eaten a hot meal, you thicken the porridge, and bring twenty more meat pancakes."

  Mrs. Feng said with a smile, "I've made some pickled meat myself, would you like me to cut two or three catties for you? You can take it home if you can't finish it. It's very tender and suitable for both the elderly and children."

  He pointed at those men by the table and said, "They all have families to feed, but I don't. One meal for me is enough for the whole family."

  Who can't hear the intention of this statement? The men didn't buy it, they laughed loudly and teased, letting Madame Feng take their eldest son as a kitchen helper.

  "Mother, there's another table of guests, how can you ignore them?" A small boy, about seven or eight years old, with only a small patch of hair on the top of his head and a long braid, ran out of the kitchen, his eyes fixed on Lan Sheng's table as he walked, but his gaze was also darting back and forth at the men with beards.

  The men didn't care about the child's dislike, and a quick-witted one said, "San Bao, I'll be your dad from now on, who dares to bully you around here?"

  Sanbao's daughter made a face and said, "Even if my mother remarries, she must find someone as knowledgeable as my father. Illiterate men are not allowed."

  "Three treasures, don't spout nonsense." Madame Feng spoke softly and gently, also addressing the Han men whose faces were either embarrassed or disapproving, "The child doesn't understand things, but I indeed have no intention of remarrying. If you big brothers still come here to drink congee and eat pastries in the future, then don't make this kind of joke again."

  "It's not that I won't remarry, but it's just that a man who does hard labor isn't worthy of me. If you want to be my father, at the very least, you should be from the Four Images Hall." San Bao didn't notice he had stopped in front of Lan Sheng's desk, and his muttering fell into someone's ears.

  "What's the Sì Xiàng Guǎn?" Lan Sheng asked.

  "You don't even know this?" She was surprised, San Bao was even more surprised. "The Imperial Capital has the best schools, from top to bottom: Wuji Palace, Taiji Temple, Liuyi Institute, and Sixiang Hall."

  "What about Mingyue Hall?" Her ignorance was not enough to arouse a child's suspicion, so she simply asked more questions.

  "The Mingyue Hall is where the imperial family and noblewomen come to pray for blessings, it's a temple of goddesses, alongside the Taiji Hall, under the jurisdiction of the Wujipalace. You seem like you don't understand anything."

  Sanbao usually spoke casually, but when he met an ignorant woman, he wanted to show off, "The three treasures and five sects originated from the great country master, with the Mingyue school as the leader, the Jingjing school led by the Qintian supervisor, and the Tianxuan Dao which is not used by the imperial court but has a huge power among the people. The five sects are the Wanzhi flying sword of the Kunlun Sword Sect, the Nanbei Yunhai liver and gallbladder shining together of the Erxia Sect, the Qingxin Hall that doesn't know the taste of wine and meat, and the Shengyigong that can revive with a touch."

  Lan nodded and said, "Two bowls of red glutinous rice porridge, five pieces of fermented bean paste pancake."

  Three Treasures finally reacted after a while, realizing that the other party was just teasing him. "I haven't finished speaking yet." No way!

  "When I'm hungry, all the blood is circulating in my stomach, and my brain is empty. You can say more, but I won't remember. Besides, your mother is coming, can you be so nagging? Can't bully the princes, Lansheng bullies kids."

  It's all over, if his mother finds out he's been talking to customers about these things again, she'll surely give him a good scolding. San Bao turned around and ran off, shouting "Two bowls of red glutinous rice and five wine beans", but then saw his mother walking into the kitchen and realized he had been deceived. So, he stuck out his tongue at Lan Sheng, rolled his eyes, snorted in anger, but could only go back to help, after all, making a living was important.

  Lan Sheng glanced at the next table. Two people, one sitting and one standing, both with their backs to him, apparently a master and servant. No wonder San Bao looked down on Lian Duihu, among the guests who came for his mother's sake, there might be many better than Lian Duihu. With something to choose from, of course, you can raise your price. Although as far as she was concerned, she thought that a simple life with a thrifty man with a mustache would not be bad. She couldn't help but think of Qian Leng An's fake nun Zhen Wan, who insisted on making her beauty achieve something, which was also an idle matter that others could not intervene in.

  So just take care of yourself and eat well then.

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