Chapter 35 Meng Po Soup 9

You can't ride sister, please take it off. - Zhang Deshuai's quotation

Saturday, July 30, 2011

First of all, I saw an antique stone archway, but it said "A stone road, a thousand-year-old Mengpo Town". Next to it is a stone tablet, which is the introduction of Meng Po Town and a 3A-level landscape holy place of the underworld. The old lady without the kind eyes held a bowl of fragrant soup in her hand, and the soup was added with a seasoning called Forgotten, which made people willingly drink the cup of Meng Po soup called Forgotten.

What I see now is that the narrow streets are full of endless crowds, with antique buildings standing on both sides. Under the low eaves, there are shops with a wide range of goods. The guys are shouting hard, and their voices are clashing and fighting in the streets. Finally, they merge and drill together. Get into your ears and make them itchy. This scene is like a commercialized ancient town you can see on it. It turns out that the thousand-year tradition we adhere to is so vulnerable in the face of commercialization.

Wen Xiaoqiang looked at all this in front of him with great interest, and all this in front of him evoked the scene of him rushing to the scene when he was a child. He asked, "Go shopping?" Although he was asking questions, his tone was affirmative. Of course, he has a subservient attitude, which is really a slave.

has come to this place. Anyway, we are not in a hurry. Now that Wen Xiaoqiang has proposed, the remaining few have agreed. It won't work if you don't agree. The three of them still want to drink Meng Po soup. In this way, the five of us drowned in the crowd.

The street is so narrow that you can get the roast chicken over there as soon as you open the window of the building on this side of the street. Even if the street is so cramked, the banners are unwilling to be lonely and float around the sky above the street. The content of the banner is exchanged for those "threate to create a healthy town in the underworld". Mengpo Town Government announced, "cherish the environment and take care of hygiene. Mengpo Town Government announced "Warmly welcome the arrival of Zhongyuan Festival. Mengpo Town Government announced, and so on. These empty slogans make you tired of watching them. The shops on both sides are shouting hard, and the content is nothing more than "in order to welcome the arrival of the Zhongyuan Festival, carnival sale", "store transfer, tear sale", and the most shouting is "millennium time-honored brand, authentic bridge head Mengpo soup". These shouts, you scrambled against my eardrums and knocked my head dizzy.

Mengpo Town is not big, only 1 miles from east to west, and shorter from north to south. Therefore, in a while, we will finish Meng Po Town. There is no amazing building, no lingering landscape, no place that can be recalled. The only thing that can be remembered is the shout of "thousand-year-old brand, authentic Meng Po soup at the head of the bridge". And this is the side effect of commercialization.

After turning around this thousand-year-old town, Wen Xiaoqiang's eyebrows frowned into a pimple. This thousand-year-old town did not arouse his good memories of childhood; when the sloppy ghost first turned around, he was still interested in it. He touched it here and there, and now he is not interested in the shops around him; Xie Bulai knew that it was this. It looks like it, but one hand is covering the stomach tightly, afraid that the intestines will flow out; what about it? He has always been an escort, accompanying Wen Xiaoqiang. In his eyes, there is only Wen Xiaoqiang. I saw that everyone was not very interested, so I said to Wen Xiaoqiang, "Why don't we go here first?" Let's go back and drink Meng Po soup?" This proposal was quickly approved by everyone. So, a group of people turned back magnificently. This time, it's just for that bowl of Meng Po soup.

And this time, when the guy saw that we obviously had a desire to eat, he used his full range of skills to hold us. This side said, "Authentic bridge head Mengpo soup, a bowl of troubles are forgotten", and the other side said, "Traditional craftsmanship is good, you can't forget it after eating", and the people across the street squeezed over and pulled us and said, "Upstairs, it's right to eat it." There are words to prove: "Ten years of life and death, by the bridge, Meng Po soup. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, brainwashing Meng Po soup. Even if you don't know how to meet, supplement C, Meng Po soup. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown and wanted to drink Meng Po soup. It's healthier to drink without saying a word. It is expected that he will be broken every year and find a job in Mengpo Township. The guys are blushing and thick-necked. There is only one purpose, that is, to pull one to count one, and slaughter two to count as one pair. I didn't expect the competition here to be so fierce.

Guys, I have completely lost my idea in this dispute. This family said it was authentic Meng Po soup, and that family said it was a thousand-year-old brand. I looked at Wen Xiaoqiang. At this time, it should be the leader who made the decision. Anyway, it's not me to drink, so I won't come to join in the fun.

With the lobbying of these guys, Wen Xiaoqiang had no idea. He looked at it with his eyes. I know that this is the moment when he stands up and shows himself well in front of the leader.

Don't care if you bring the guys together and shop together: "Do you have an elegant room?"

All three guys said that there was an elegant seat upstairs and the air conditioning was open. Shaking his head, he whispered that Wen Xiaoqiang was a senior official, and the elegant seat facing the street was not good. It could only be an elegant room. The environment was quiet and it was convenient for everyone to chat.

At this time, all three guys shook their heads, indicating that there was only Yazuo, but not in Yajian. If you want to find Yajian, ask the guy over there. After saying that, they pointed to an "authentic bridge Mengpo soup" in the distance.

When the clerk heard our intention, he nodded and affirmed that there was an elegant room, but the elegant room was not facing the street and was located in the cooking building behind. The man led the way in front and led us through the alley. Finally, the clerk pointed to the three-story building in front of him and said that the elegant room was on the third floor.

I looked at the three floors and couldn't help sighing, "Is this also called a building?"

The clerk pointed to the sightseeing elevator outside the building and said without looking back, "We have an elevator." That's right. The one with an elevator is a building, and no matter how high the elevator is, it can only be called a building. For example, there was a school canteen building a few years ago.

The guy led us to the elegant room and gently closed the door. Without the buzz of the "millennial time-honored brand", the whole world suddenly became clean. The clerk took out the paper and asked Wen Xiaoqiang with a pen, "What would you like to order, sir?"

"What kind of dishes do you have?" Wen Xiaoqiang asked the buddy.

"We have steamed lamb, steamed bear paws, steamed deer tails, roasted ducks, roasted chickens, roasted goose..." The clerk opened his mouth and came to the "Name of the dish." The underworld is really a land of hiding dragons and crouching tigers. This "guan mouth" can't be said to be so breathless and blushing without more than ten years of time.

"All right, all right. Just come with whatever you want. Wen Xiaoqiang waved his hand and impatiently interrupted the guy's "Reporting the Name of the Cuisine".

"Do you want red balls, white balls, fried balls, fried balls, three fresh balls, four-xi wan..." The man then began to "report the name of the dish."

Wen Xiaoqiang didn't say anything and looked at it again. It seems that it is right to ignore this injustice today. He stretched out his hand and interrupted the man's "Name of the dish": "Ber the menu."

The man handed the menu respectfully and said a string of dishes from his mouth. It's just settled. However, when the food came up, something happened again. The man didn't understand and brought us five bowls of Meng Po soup. Because he felt that everyone came here to eat a bowl of Mengpo soup. Unexpectedly, he met me and two freaks today - we were here to give away. Now, I don't care anymore, and I keep shouting for the lobby manager to come over. Finally, the lobby manager promised us a 20% discount on all dishes.

When all the dishes were served and the guys retreated, the atmosphere suddenly became strange. Although it is a good thing for the three of them to drink Meng Po soup and be reincarnated, it also means that they will say goodbye to this life. The atmosphere of such a meal is always very depressing.

Regardless of the wine glass and want to show the friendship of the landlord, he wanted to make the atmosphere of the dinner more active, but everyone drank the wine mechanically or didn't say anything. As soon as I put down the glass, I squeezed my eyes, which meant that I could drive the atmosphere of the dinner party. I ignored him. At this time, what else should I bring on this occasion? I didn't care if I saw that the atmosphere at the dinner was actually not lively, so I didn't say anything. I just looked at the table and fell into meditation.

The room is very quiet. No one speaks or does anything. Everyone is thinking about things. Only the three bowls of Mengpo soup are exuding a seductive fragrance. There must be some additives in it, otherwise it will be impossible to overflow with fragrance.

I sat here thinking about things and things. For a while, I thought that the sloppy guy left like this. I should be happy for him, but I was a little reluctant. If it weren't for Zhang Dekai, I would still hope that the sloppy ghost to return to the sun instead of being reincarnated. For a while, I thought about whether someone was with me on that day, and everyone was guarding a table of dishes, but it was also silent. I was speechless; for a while, I felt that the shape of the chicken claws in the bowl was like two outstretched fingers, putting on a "yeah" shape; finally, I remembered my beloved teacher Cang lying in my hard disk, which fixed my mind.

In the end, Wen Xiaoqiang felt that this was really impossible. He told a few jokes, and everyone laughed with him, but they all laughed reluctantly. When everyone finished laughing, they began to tell jokes again. Another burst of laughter. But no matter what he says, he can't dispel the depression shrouded in the sky.

This is my worst meal.

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