Chapter 499: My Childhood Portrait
"This..." Tang Buci paused, put away the handkerchief with nosebleed, sniffed, and sat up straight with a righteous tone: "I guessed it."
"..." He was suddenly speechless. During this moment, Ye Xiaomei had been looking at Tang Buci through the rearview mirror.
After making sure that this guy definitely wasn't desperate enough to seize and control the soul, Ye Xiaomei said, "You guessed it when I didn't even know it myself. Amazing."
"You think you're doing business? I've seen it all before. It's definitely not something that people today can do. The key is that I can't find any fault with it."
Tang Bushi looked out the window with a sneer.
The broken windows let wind into the carriage, but fortunately it was already May or June and the wind wasn't that cold. At most it just made people raise their voices a little when speaking.
Ye Xiaomei didn't answer.
It was almost dawn, so without saying a word, I found a small town whose name I didn't know and parked the car.
Just in time to catch the early morning smoke from cooking in this small town. The local food is similar to that of Chaocheng, but there are also a few that make Tang Buci salivate.
"This is... Ma Yuan?... Wow!"
Tang Bushi stared at the sesame-covered dough, which he put into the frying pan and rolled around. Who knew that it would get bigger and bigger? He was stunned.
Ye Xiaomei took a quick look and noticed a strong smell of mutton on the street. After a closer look, she realized that it was a shop selling mutton.
Ye Xiaomei walked in and found that this shop only sold sheep's trotters.
"Xiao Mei, come here, let's try this thing called Ma Yuan..." Tang Bushi came over with a smile.
But Ye Xiaomei stared at the Yangti Noodle Restaurant where there was a long queue.
Tang Buci looked over and said, "What's so special about this? It's just a sheep's hoof."
Ye Xiaomei glanced at Tang Buci and whispered, "Can't you tell that I'm here again? You can't even tell that?"
Ye Xiaomei looked carefully at the middle-aged man who was shouting. He had a full beard and was about forty years old. The apron he was wearing was originally white, but now it was so dirty that the original white color could be vaguely seen.
He greeted the guests with a smile on his face and looked very ordinary.
Tang Bushi stopped talking for a moment and looked the middle-aged man up and down. He skillfully used a colander to scoop out two sheep's trotters from the brine pot and placed them in the bowl of cooked noodles.
Then, he handed the bowl directly to the customer in the queue, who squatted at the door and started eating.
Just because the small shop can only accommodate four tables, it is already packed with people, but the customers don't mind at all.
Looking at the soft and boneless sheep's hoof, Ye Xiaomei couldn't help but frown.
"What's so good about this?" Tang Bu Ci asked in a low voice.
Ye Xiaomei turned around and walked a few steps away: "Let me ask you, does anyone eat lobster in this era?"
Ye Xiaomei followed Tang Buci's instructions and sat down at the breakfast stall opposite. Tang Buci ordered two sesame balls.
"Lobster?" Tang asked without hesitation: "Is it dragon or lobster?"
Ye Xiaomei said calmly, "Just like sheep's trotters, no one eats this in this era. It can be understood that people in this era don't know that sheep's trotters can be eaten, and basically they just chop them off together with the trotters when peeling the skin."
Tang Bushi was stunned for a moment, his neck turned mechanically, and he looked behind him. There were many people queuing.
"Moreover, the salivary gland of the sheep's hoof has been removed. It is located in the middle of the nail of the sheep's hoof." Ye Xiaomei added.
"Is that so?" Tang Buci turned around and looked at Ye Xiaomei with a confused look on his face.
There were people coming and going on the street, and it was inevitable that some people would subconsciously look over here.
One of them was born like a big boy, plump and fair, with a pair of eyes sparkling with dark light. He was a man, with a gentle appearance like jade, slender bones and tall figure. Even though he was wearing a gray sports suit that he thought was very low-key, it still couldn't hide the image of a golden boy and a jade girl.
It really is too eye-catching on the streets of this remote town.
"What else?" Ye Xiaomei waved her hands: "Forget it, I can't explain it to you. You stay at the Tang family's house all day, and you probably don't know what to eat."
Tang Buci was unhappy, but luckily the boss brought two glutinous rice balls, so he turned his attention to the glutinous rice balls.
Just grab it with your hands and start chewing it.
Ye Xiaomei fell into deep thought. Are there so many reincarnated people in this world?
A sheep's hoof doesn't seem to prove anything.
What if he really is the first person to try something new in this era?
Thinking of this, Ye Xiaomei was no longer entangled.
Unexpectedly, the boss across the street shouted that they were sold out.
This caused the lady working at the breakfast shop to look at me with envy several times.
Ye Xiaomei was drinking porridge when suddenly a plastic bag appeared in front of her and was opened by a pair of rough big hands.
Ye Xiaomei and Tang Buci were slightly stunned and looked up at the same time.
He is the owner of the Yangti Noodle House.
He said with a big smile on his face, "There's only one left, and it can't even make a bowl of noodles. I saw you looking at me just now and you must want to eat it, so I thought I'd let you try it too. By the way... it's free."
He waved his hands repeatedly at the end of his words, with an honest expression, which was inconsistent with his tall and bearded appearance.
Ye Xiaomei took a look at the unfolded plastic bag and found a goat's hoof inside, with some soup and fragrance. The hair on the goat's hoof was also cleaned quite well.
"Is the boss so nice?" Tang Buci tried to please him as if he had never seen the world before. He obviously didn't need this little bit of money, but he acted like a pauper everywhere.
Ye Xiaomei was used to it anyway, so she took out ten yuan from her pocket and handed it to the boss: "Thank you, boss."
Tang Buci took it and started to eat it. The boss didn't even look at the money:
"Comrade, these goat's feet are for this girl to eat. Otherwise, next time, I will specially leave a few for this comrade to taste."
Ye Xiaomei was puzzled: "I gave the money, but do I still have to decide who can eat and who can't?"
Tang Buci was naturally unhappy when he heard this: "I don't care. I have eaten all kinds of delicacies."
After saying this, he poked Ye Xiaomei with his elbow. He also noticed that there was something wrong with this boss.
But the honest and moustachioed boss was so anxious that he turned around and around: "Comrade, that's not what I meant. I... I'm a businessman and I don't mean to look down on you at all. I just..."
He stammered and walked around in circles, his beard almost curling up in anxiety.
"How about this, girl, wait a minute, I'll go back and be right back."
Having said that, the bearded man flexed his arms and ran back to the store.
When Ye Xiaomei and the other person finished their meal and were about to leave with the bag of sheep's trotters, the man with the beard just arrived in front of the car.
He anxiously and carefully took out a palm-length scroll from his arms. Yes, it was very miniature, very much like the playthings that the young masters of the ancient royal families kept in their arms.
"Girl, look, the little girl in this painting is you, right?" His eyes revealed timidity and anxiety. After unfolding the painting, he found that it was only the length and width of a palm.
There was a lifelike painting of a little girl on it, with willow-shaped eyebrows, big grape-like eyes, a small nose, and rosy lips that were neither too thin nor too thick. Her face was slightly chubby, and there was a cool and peaceful smile at the corners of her mouth.
Ye Xiaomei gasped: "How come you have a picture of me when I was a child?"
Moreover, the person in the portrait is not wearing shoes. She is wearing a noble and elegant white gauze dress. The pink toenails on her white jade feet are shining with crystal luster, and she looks small, delicate and playful.
When her eyes fell on her left ankle, Ye Xiaomei's head buzzed. That jade bracelet... wasn't it the one on her wrist?
As soon as the question came out of her mouth, Ye Xiaomei felt something was wrong.
Even though she looked like she was twelve years old, she wasn't, which was strange.
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