Chapter 227 Noodle House in the City
Fang Geyu threw the purse into his arms and whispered: "Isn't this quite rich? I already have the priceless Night Pearl, what more pocket money do I need? Money. "
Bailian said I didn't ask for pocket money. Didn't you give it to me yourself?
He held his purse and was confused by her sudden temper.
“Fang Geyu, are you angry?”
Fang Geyu smiled coolly: "Such a trivial matter is worthy of making me angry."
Bailian shut his mouth honestly.
Seeing that he didn’t continue to ask for pocket money, Fang Geyu’s beautiful eyes were half raised and half closed, as if they were looking at flowers in the mist at dusk, with no expression of joy or anger, and suddenly said: "I I don’t want to eat cheap stuff like soup dumplings and wonton noodles. West."
Bailian didn't know that she was having a temper and asked: "What do you want to eat?"
She raised her eyes lazily and said two words. Come: "Eat spicy food."
"Eating spicy food?" Balian's eyes widened a little: "Eating spicy food so early in the morning?"
Fang Geyu raised his long eyelashes and looked at him with a look of disgust. He: "What? Isn't it possible?"
Before Balian could say whether it was possible, Miss Fang made a sharp turn and walked towards the small town to the east.
Bailian had no choice but to hold an umbrella and follow.
He clearly remembered that the eldest lady was not very good at eating spicy food.
After turning a few corners, the two came to a noodle shop. In front of the shop, a simple wooden plaque hung the words "Bashu Small Noodles" in black paint.
Facing some people far away, smelling the spicy oil wafting from the old noodle shop, I sneezed repeatedly and choked.
This Bashu noodle shop is famous for being authentic.
The food of Bashu is famous all over the world for its spicy food.
This small noodle shop is naturally extraordinary. Some passers-by in Xianling City couldn't stand the taste when they asked.
Fang Geyu is one of these people.
When she found a seat by the side window and sat down with a stinking look on her face, the tip of her nose was already red.
Bailian couldn't smell these smells and had no reaction.
He suddenly remembered an inexplicable remark made by the mysterious black-robed man he bumped into on the corridor early this morning.
The man said that the Bashu noodles in Dongguan Town were very good and recommended him to try it.
I don’t know what the black-robed man’s intention is.
However, Fang Geyu was a little naughty and wanted to eat spicy food so early in the morning. As a result, not long after leaving the inner city, he came to this small Bashu noodle shop.
Looking at the ancient furnishings in the noodle shop, it has a completely different flavor from the charm of this fairy city.
It is simple and unpretentious, with an antique window made of wooden railings. There is a string of dried red chili peppers hanging between the small window that reflects the soft snow. The tablecloth and door curtain are both woven with brown plain rope. On them are drawn the ancient totems of Suzaku and Flowing Fire.
Most people in Xianling City have bland tastes, and early in the morning is the time to nourish the stomach, so this Bashu noodle restaurant is deserted.
It's a small noodle shop with only a faint smell of fireworks and an elderly woman boiling water and kneading dough, but it's not very popular.
It seems a little out of place with this Fancheng.
But when Balian sat down safely in this small shop, he vaguely felt a long-standing and familiar smell.
It makes people feel at ease and warm inexplicably.
On the table, there is a bowl of hot noodle soup. Looking at the fat white noodles floating on the noodle soup, you can tell that they are chewy and smooth. There are green vegetable leaves and thin beef belly on top, covered with oil. The spicy sauce makes the sauce turn red. Next to the soup noodles, there is a small plate with appetizing side dishes and fried brown poached eggs.
The side dishes and poached eggs were given as extras by the female boss, and she didn’t take any money.
Fang Geyu looked at the large bowl of sesame-red oil soup noodles in front of him with an expressionless expression. Before he even picked up his chopsticks, his eyes were filled with heat and mist from the spiciness.
Seeing her look like this, Bai Lian couldn't help but kindly suggested: "Why don't we find another company."
Fang Geyu ignored him and lifted a strand of hair from his temples. She rolled her black hair behind her ears, stirred the beef and red oil with a spoon, and scooped out a spoonful of hot noodle soup.
Then drink it.
"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough!!!"
Then there was a burst of earth-shattering choking and coughing sounds, one after another.
The snow-white neck was dyed with a slight crimson color, the lips that were not rouged were white and a bit charming, the corners of the eyes full of mist were filled with tears and redness, and the shoulders were shrugged due to coughing, looking at That bowl of noodles is like facing a formidable enemy.
Bailian couldn’t laugh or cry.
Last time he had dinner in the mountains, he could tell that Miss Fang didn't like spicy food, she just wasn't good at it.
This Bashu noodles is probably beyond her ability to bear.
He quickly poured a pot of tea for her.
Fang Geyu took the cold tea without thinking and took a sip. His face immediately stiffened and became very ugly. His face turned red little by little, and the mist in his eyes became thicker and thicker.
It was obvious that it was hard to swallow, but when he glanced at the old woman who was wiping the table by the stove, she swallowed the tea in her mouth and coughed until tears flowed out.
He glared hard at Balian, his expression actually a little aggrieved.
The old woman who noticed the movement raised her head and smiled at Bailian, saying: "My tea is also the authentic Sichuan pepper tea from Bashu. People who like it love the taste and can't eat it spicy. It's a huge torture. This little lady can't bear it."
Bailian was speechless and silent.
What kind of shop is this? They even put Sichuan peppercorns in the tea. Is this because the business is not deserted enough?
Getting up and wiping the tea on the corner of her lips with her sleeve, Balian laughed and said, "If you can't eat it, don't eat it. Why bother yourself? Just wait for me here."
Fang Geyu was not used to his behavior, so he shrank his neck, but did not move away. He allowed him to wipe away the water on his lips. Without saying a word, he watched Bailian carrying his small purse. Ran out.
She snorted, touched her lips, and continued to lower her head to pick up the noodles and beef in the soup bowl with chopsticks. Her brows were struggling, as if she saw some extremely difficult trouble.
The old woman who finished wiping the table came over quickly, holding a little bit of silver in her hand, and smiled kindly at Fang Geyu: "Young lady can't get used to spicy food, so why waste your money? Now You are still young, but you still need to know how to manage a household."
As he spoke, the old man put the money he received from Fang Geyu on the table with shaking hands full of wrinkles.
Fang Geyu was startled, narrowed his eyes and said, "What do you mean, old man."
The old man smiled and said: "If you can't eat it, don't eat it. I look at you, little lady, and you only took a sip of the noodle soup. After you quit, you can eat something else."
Fang Geyu picked up the table. Put the broken silver on the bag into the old man's pocket, and she said calmly : "Don't worry, I won't waste food."
How could she not see that this old man is a frugal person? The reason why he refunded the money was because he was worried that she would throw away the noodles that she could not eat. , go back and eat it yourself.
The old woman was startled, smiled and shook her head, saying: "You are such a good child."
Fang Geyu's face turned red, and he turned his head to look at the heavy snow outside the window. say.
(End of this chapter)