Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 331 [Strange Eater]

  Seeing snowflakes falling on the street, many people hurried home for fear of getting their clothes wet.

  The street suddenly became deserted, and some small stalls hurriedly started to clean up, for fear that the goods would be stained by the snow.

  After all, everyone is saying that the first snow after winter, although white, is actually the dirtiest. Those who have good intentions collect snow and take it to the house to melt it, and you can really see a lot of dust. This further proves the truth of this statement.

  It is said that those who use snow-melted water to make tea often collect the snow on the petals of plum blossoms in the cold winter, and save them in jars for use, but no one will use the first snow in winter.

  Fang Chang looked up at the sky, then turned around and walked not far away.

There, the entrance of Heshunju was still busy, and people came in and out from time to time. The lanterns at the entrance looked more red in the snow, and the shop assistants standing at the entrance greeted everyone with smiles on their faces, and greeted everyone who entered and exited. guests.

  Seeing Fang Chang approaching, the clerk at the door bowed slightly and said:

   "Guest officer, who are you? Please—"

  Fang Chang nodded slightly: "One, find me a table by the window on the second floor."

  The store clerk made a long voice in an instant, and shouted to the inside: "Okay! There's a private seat on the second floor—"

Immediately someone greeted him from the door, and led Fang Chang up the stairs to the second floor. In the upstairs hall, he chose a table by the window, pulled away the chair next to him, set up the cups and served a pot of tea, and then asked: " What do you need, sir?"

  It is not the first time for Fang Chang to come to this restaurant. He knows the situation inside, so he said with a smile:

   "Choose a few of the common dishes here with festive names, warm a pot of wine, and serve two stacks of cakes."

"okay."

  The store clerk is very smart, and this happens a lot. Hearing this, he immediately went to the back kitchen, and when he said something inside, cold dishes and fruit snacks were immediately served, and there were still hot dishes to start cooking. The young man warmed up the wine again, brought up the wine glass and clean bowls and chopsticks, announced the name of the dish, and stepped aside after speaking slowly.

The names of the dishes here are very auspicious and pleasant, all four-character words, such as "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix", "Pengcheng Wanli", "Fuze Future Generations", "Keep a Good Relationship", etc., with a wide range of materials, The chef's craftsmanship is also good, and the color, fragrance and taste are delicious, which attracts the index finger.

  Fang Chang poured himself a drink, eating and drinking non-stop, while watching the snow that was getting thicker and thicker outside the window.

  The snowflakes have grown bigger, and it seems that there are a lot of them.

  It is not a meal at the moment, but because this Heshunju is the largest restaurant in the city of Guangping Prefecture, there are quite a few people dining at the moment. Because the consumption level here is not low, the diners inside are often dressed in bright clothes, and there are three, five, six or seven people who gather to chat and eat.

  Looking around slightly, Fang Chang found another person eating alone at a table not far away.

  The other party's clothes are a bit worn out, but he looks good, and the dishes in front of him are obviously just served.

  He poked the dishes on the plate lightly with his chopsticks, and complained softly:

   "Too light."

  After taking a few more mouthfuls, the man frowned a few times, and finally couldn't hold back any longer. He said to the boy next to him, "Excuse me, is there any salt here? If so, bring me some."

"Okay." The boy said, but just as he was about to go to get the salt, he suddenly realized something, pulled back his steps, and solemnly asked the person who asked for the salt: "Sir, is it not to your taste? No Do you know why you need salt?"

   "Just do as I say." The man shook his head and said, "It's none of your business. I'm too picky. I feel that the expensive dishes are a bit bland."

  The store clerk suddenly saluted and said: "Then I will take the dishes back and let the master chef handle it again?"

   "No need." The person begging for salt shook his head again and again, "That's not okay, you'd better get me some salt, not too much, please."

  The store clerk clapped his hands again, and then walked into the back kitchen.

   Immediately, a rear chef with a big iron spoon, an apron around his waist, a big arm, a round neck and a thick neck came out and glanced in the direction of the person asking for salt. Fortunately, the other party's expression was sincere, and he didn't look like a troublemaker. The master silently returned to the back kitchen door.

  Then, the waiter in the shop held a small plate with a small pile of refined salt, about half a tael.

Seeing this scene, the person begging for salt was overjoyed, and thanked the store clerk repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you. Salt is a precious item. Many small shops don't have the courage to do so. Give me whatever you want. The grade of Heshunju is indeed high enough, and the service Very spot on."

  The store clerk said with a smile: "Then, if you like this place, you can come here a few more times."

"sure."

  The other party smiled with a small plate in his hand.

Then he made an unbelievable movement—while the waiter turned around, he suddenly picked up the salt plate on the table, tilted it slightly in the air, and sprinkled most of the refined salt in it evenly on every dish on the table. In the dish.

   This surprised Fang Chang.

   After spreading the salt, the other party sat down quickly, then grabbed the chopsticks and ate.

   On the way to eat and drink, he seemed to dislike that the dishes were still bland, so he grabbed the salt dish on the table, poured the contents into several dishes, and then ate and drank more happily, as if his appetite had increased.

Fang Chang stuffed the last piece of cake on the table into his mouth, then took out the right amount of money, and threw it directly on the table, then he walked slowly towards the person who was desperately putting salt on the table, and then pulled away the money in front of him. chair, sat down and said:

   "Can I sit here?" Fang Chang asked.

   "Of course, feel free."

   After simply replying to Fang Chang, the other party suddenly raised his head and smiled at the shop assistant: "Excuse me, can you bring me some more salt, I just finished eating."

  Hearing this, the shop assistant was very embarrassed, and even his face turned green.

   "Oh, forget it, forget it, you don't have to feel bad." The person begging for salt looked bored, and then took out a big bamboo tube from his bag, shook it, and sprinkled it on the remaining dishes.

  Fang Chang suddenly said: "Your Excellency, it doesn't look like a local?"

"Huh?" The other party added salt and was eating happily. He suddenly heard this greeting, raised his head suddenly, and asked, "Sir, why did you say that? I have been here for many years, so naturally Able to count as a local.”

   Shaking his head, Fang Chang said with a smile, "I mean, your real origin."

  Hearing this sentence, the diners immediately realized the problem, and their expressions were a little dazed. Even the delicious dishes that had just added a lot of salt were not fragrant enough.

  He carefully observed the man in white across the table, and asked a little nervously:

   "What's your name? How did you find out?"

  (end of this chapter)