"Boss, two large bowls of cold noodles, please."
"Okay, do you want chili for the cold noodles?"
“I don’t want any spicy food.”
"Okay, two bowls of cold noodles will be ready soon."
Without even raising his head, Xu Hong skillfully picked up a stainless steel pot with one hand and, with the other hand, took a long spoon and walked along the neatly arranged seasoning area on the shelf, taking out appropriate amounts of each and pouring them into the pot.
Then use a long spoon to stir the various seasonings in the pot, add the cold noodles prepared in advance and toss them up and down, and a serving of cold noodles is ready.
After he repeated the same action to make two servings of cold noodles, packed them in lunch boxes, and handed them out, he saw a girl in Taoist robes in front of him.
"Your cold noodles..." He paused as he looked at the girl's attire, then hesitated and changed the subject: "...Little Master, your cold noodles."
The boss looked embarrassed, his stern square face was furrowed with brows, as if he was struggling with the name.
Seeing this, Ji Miaomiao took the initiative to smile and said, "Boss, I am Dao Xuanjing, and I am here to buy cold noodles at the request of my master, Dao Ming Zhenren. You can call me whatever you want."
"Master Daoming?!" Xu Hong smiled when he heard the Taoist name, and his attitude towards Ji Miaomiao, who came to buy cold noodles, became much closer: "So you are Master Daoming's disciple. How can I charge you for these cold noodles? It's my treat, little Taoist priest, take it."
"No, no!! Boss, I'll just pay you normally." Ji Miaomiao didn't feel comfortable taking advantage of this and quickly refused.
The two chatted politely for a few minutes, and finally the boss Xu Hong took the initiative to reduce the price of the two bowls of cold noodles and only charged her twenty yuan.
Ji Miaomiao carried two packed lunch boxes, paid the money and said goodbye: "Uncle Xu, I'll leave first."
"Hey! Young Taoist priest, where are you and Taoist priest Daoming setting up your stall? I'll come to find you after I close the stall." Xu Hong looked up as if he remembered something and asked.
Ji Miaomiao didn't think much of it, thinking that she was going to chat with her master. She pointed to the mountain road she had just taken and said, "Uncle Xu, you can find it if you walk along this road for a while."
As soon as he finished speaking, a customer came to the cold noodle stall to pay.
"Boss, I ate a bowl of cold noodles, please give me the change."
Xu Hong nodded and said to her, "Okay, I'll be there later." Then he turned around and greeted the customer: "A bowl of cold noodles, right? I'll give you the change. Wait a minute."
Seeing this, Ji Miaomiao didn't stop and turned around with two bowls of cold noodles and walked back along the mountain road she had taken.
The sun is shining brightly.
There were not many people passing by on the mountain road where the stalls were set up.
Ji Miaomiao took the cold noodles back, and the master and disciple sat on two stones and started eating the cold noodles.
The cold noodles were seasoned just right, fragrant, spicy, chewy and smooth, and very appetizing even on such a hot afternoon. After she finished a portion, she thought to herself, no wonder there were still so many people at the stall after noon.
Ji Miaomiao picked up the two people's empty lunch boxes and threw them into a trash can not far away. Then she came back and sat down and praised her master for a few words.
"Disciple, the cold noodles on Old Xu's stall are a family tradition. Everyone who has eaten them says they are delicious." Taoist Master Daoming sat upright and spoke jokingly.
Ji Miaomiao smiled when she heard that. After she finished laughing, she remembered that when she bought cold noodles before, the boss said he would come over later, so she told Master Daoming Zhenren.
"Well, come if you want to, Old Xu. We haven't seen each other for a few days. It's a good time to chat." Taoist Master Daoming muttered to himself, holding his long white beard.
After he finished speaking, Taoist Master Daoming saw his disciple looking at him with curiosity in his eyes. Since there was nothing else to do at the moment, he smiled and briefly talked about the past interactions between the two of them.
Ji Miaomiao listened quietly beside her.
As time passed, the sun gradually weakened.
Scattered tourists from the scenic area also began to pass by the mountain road, so Taoist Master Daoming stopped chatting with his apprentice and began to greet the guests.
Ji Miaomiao had never done this before and couldn't help for the moment, so she just watched from the side.
After observing for a while, she found that the place chosen by Taoist Master Daoming was indeed good. It was right on the route that tourists must take when hiking. It was also a place where people who had walked most of the mountain road felt a little tired, so it was a perfect place to sit down and rest.
When there are a lot of people, there are always a few who are interested and will stop to chat, or sit down to rest and look at what they see out of curiosity.
The cloth bag that the two brought with them when they came down the mountain was spread out on the road, with amulets, a small wooden sword wrapped with a red rope, a small gourd, copper coins and other things neatly placed on it.
It really attracts tourists' attention.
Coupled with the blessing of the Taoist robes worn by the master and the apprentice, these things sold very quickly. Some interested tourists would even chat with Taoist Master Daoming and call him Taoist Priest.
Although Taoist Master Daoming is not very talented in spiritual practice, his level of dealing with people and discussing Taoist scriptures is definitely not low, and he is more than capable of enlightening a few tourists.
I sold some things in the afternoon and also talked to a few depressed tourists, which made them feel much better.
This situation was much more leisurely and interesting than Ji Miaomiao had expected before she came.
By the time the sun set and only some warm afterglow remained in the sky, most of the things we brought had been sold and the number of tourists had decreased.
Seeing this, Taoist Master Daoming stood up and packed up, putting the remaining things into the bag, and waved to Ji Miaomiao, "Disciple, let's go and prepare to go down the mountain."
"Master, didn't Uncle Xu say he would come to see you? Shouldn't we wait any longer?"
"No need to wait, just go over and say hello later."
Ji Miaomiao nodded and took the much lighter bag, followed Taoist Master Daoming up the mountain path. When she arrived at the cold noodle stall, she found that it had closed early.
Only an empty space is left.
Taoist Master Daoming frowned upon seeing this and muttered, "Old Xu must have something urgent to do. I've never seen him close his stall so early before."
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