The Daily Life of the Immortal King

If it is a normal comprehension, it takes about 20 minutes to fly 800 kilometers with Yujian flying. Although the distance is a little far away, it is a teleporting distance for Wang Ling.

Wang Ling let Wang Da and Erha stick to themselves, and the two of them immediately arrive at the restaurant door.

This is an old-fashioned restaurant with walls made of wood and masonry, and there is a dangerous feeling of crumbling in the wind. The plaque at the entrance of the restaurant reads the words “Deep Night Canteen”. The corner of the plaque has been split a bit. The store is quite uncomfortable with two pieces of universal tape to fill the gap. This makes the restaurant look more contemporary than the old buildings left in the Xiao Family Courtyard…

When I came to the restaurant door, Wang Ling suddenly remembered it. I used to pass by when I was at school. However, because the speed is too fast, he did not see it clearly. But today, Wang Ling finally recognized a problem… This is not a public toilet!

“Don’t look at this store that looks very broken. The more broken the store, the better the food is. Isn’t that the red shop in the shop before that?” Father and son stood at the door of the store, the cool breeze After, Wang Da shrunk his neck. Wang Ling always felt that this was very unfounded.

There is no door in this store, and there is a rag that is faded by the sun at the door of the store. At the top of the store, there is an old-fashioned iron shutter door. Every day when you close the store, you need to pull the door curtain down with a long-handled hook at the door to lock it.

The two men and one dog opened the rag and entered. The shop was so small that it could only be placed on four wooden tables with plastic stools on the sides.

When Wang Ling entered the door, he found that the owner of the store was leaning against the kitchen door and smoking a cigarette.

The boss cares about his head, about the age of forty, and his cheeks look unhealthy and his eyes are deep. There is also a 10 cm long knife in the right eye, which passes through the right eye along the forehead and extends to the neck.

Obviously, this is a man with a story.

“Oh, the people who came today are still very early.” The shop owner saw a guest coming, quickly cut off the cigarette with his hand, pointed to the handwritten menu hanging in the middle of the store, and then crossed his hands: “In the store In addition to the old altar sauerkraut beef noodles, you can order it if you want to eat it, as long as I will do it…”

Wang Dad: “Is there a fishmeat?”

The boss shook his head: “There is no rough face.”

Wang Dad: “That fish ball?”

The boss shook his head again: “There is no fish ball.”

Wang Dad: “Nothing… then what store do you still open!”

The boss raised an eyebrow and said quite righteously: “Not everything is not, but you will not point. I thought that at the beginning, Master taught me a cooking skill, and I am his most proud student.”

Wang Dad: “…”

Wang Ling: “…” If your master sees that his most proud student is in such a bad shop, he will definitely choose a dog belt! ?

Wang Dad really didn’t know what to order, so he simply said, “Then the first bowl of the old altar sauerkraut beef noodles…”

The boss said nothing and nodded. Going back to the kitchen is ready to go. Followed by, Wang Ling saw that the boss opened the hood, and the sound seemed to scream with the tractor…

In about ten minutes, two bowls of old sauerkraut beef noodles are ready. The boss put a bowl in his hand and placed it in front of the father and son. I also prepared a plate with a shaved meat bone on it, which was specially prepared for Erha.

Erha looked at the bovine bones with a lack of interest, and then satisfied the flies that had stopped on the bones of the cattle into their mouths…

boss:”……”

What makes Wang Ling a little surprised is that the selling of these two bowls looks pretty good, that is, the noodle bowl is a bit old, but it can’t be dirty.

Wang dad snorted and took a sip, then raised his head in amazement – this taste is not bad!

The only fly in the ointment is that this sauerkraut is not sour…

Wang Dad frowned. “Boss, you sauerkraut, it doesn’t look like it was marinated in the old altar? It’s not sour.”

The boss asked strangely: “Who told me that this is the old sauerkraut?”

Wang Dad pointed to the sign: “I don’t know the word? Old jar pickled vegetables!… Tell you, I am also a cultural person! Please give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise it will deceive consumers!”

The boss grinned: “In the Xia Shi Ming, people who are familiar with me call me the old altar. This sauerkraut beef noodle is made by me. So I named it the old altar pickled beef noodles. Is this explanation reasonable?”

Wang Ling, Wang Dad: “…” This explanation made Wang and his father and son unable to refute!

It’s almost eight o’clock in the evening. The face of the father and son of Wang’s family has just been eaten halfway, and the door suddenly came again.

Wang Ling saw that this was a young man with a slanting bangs, carrying a broken guitar behind him, and it looked like a rather lonely singer.

Because they can’t afford to rent a house in the city, young people can only use the money they earn in the city every day to rent a rental house in the suburbs.

These are all read by Wang Ling through memory and instantly read from the minds of young people.

This is not something that Wang Ling deliberately reads, but a fairly natural cognitive model. Some people always like to write emotions on their faces. It is very easy to read memory from this type of person Wang Ling. If there are some men with stories, such as old antiques, and for example, the shop owner who is standing in the kitchen now, if it is not for Wang Ling to take the initiative to read, I will never know what they have done.

Obviously, this young man is already a frequent visitor in the store. After seeing the youth, the boss of the altar directly nodded slightly, and the voice was slightly magnetic and asked: “Is it still the old rule?”

The young man nodded silently, leaning the guitar carefully against the corner and finding a position to sit down.

Although the young people don’t talk, the boss’s eyes seem to be able to see through the mind: “I know, today you are going to participate in the draft. It seems that it is not very smooth?”

The young man has sunk his head…

The boss prepared dinner for the youth in the kitchen while comforting: “Young people, there are opportunities. It doesn’t matter. You see, we have new guests here today. It is better to sing your songs in the music draft and let them Big guys listen together?”

The youth suddenly stood up with some excitement: “Really, can you?”

The two fathers and sons of the Wang family put down their chopsticks at the same time and nodded earnestly.

In a deserted restaurant, listening to the voice of a lonely singer, Wang Ling thinks this is probably a rare experience in his life. There is a very wonderful feeling.

The young face-to-face shop owner and the Wang family and the father and son were deeply bowed, and then cleared their throats and began to sing.

“You are agitating… I am taking away… I am…”

“You picked up the tattered… abandoned me…”

Wang Dad: “…”

Boss: “Little brother… Your silkworm potato bibimbap is ready, you should eat first.”

The penetrating singing voice and this familiar demeanor of thinking made Wang Ling feel double shocked: “…”