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The frustrated monk did not ask for trouble anymore, apologized and left.

Chen Jun strolled through this imperial city. Unlike the Imperial Court of Beimang, Liyang Imperial Capital was very large. The city was divided into many parts by more than a dozen crisscrossing streets. The number was enough to make people faint.

In particular, the Central Street, which stretches to the Imperial City and Palace, is forty feet wide and can accommodate dozens of horses galloping freely.

Chen Jun entered from the east city gate. The markets he saw along the way were filled with shops from various industries. Within each district, there were small lanes to facilitate internal passage. The two cities were the busiest places in Tai'an City, with restaurants and food.

Many of the restaurants are open all night, making Tai'an a bustling resort that lasts all day long.

The autumn heat is slightly scorching, but it does not harm the prosperity of Tai'an City. The streets are busy with cars and pedestrians, which is far better than the prosperity of Beimang.

Chen Jun was walking by the overpass in the west city of Tai'an City. He could see a house in the distance at a glance. It is said that there was the delicacy that Li Dangxin missed most when he came to Tai'an City, Tai'an Fragrant Duck. Although the name is Tai'an Duck,

In fact, it is the white-headed black duck from Qianli Lake in the south of the Yangtze River. The meat is neither woody nor greasy. It is fired in an oven, and pine cones and other fragrant woods are added as fuel. The proper method is used to make the roast duck extremely delicious.

This Tai'an Xiangya Mansion seems to be somewhat hidden from the world. The restaurant is so well hidden that it is impossible to find it unless you are a gourmet. However, even so, there are still many aristocratic restaurants parked on the street.

The four characters on the carriage and restaurant plaque are bold and powerful. You can tell at a glance that they were written by a calligrapher. Maybe a calligrapher wrote the calligraphy while drunk, hiding an anecdote.

When you walk into the house, you will see that the interior space is not very big and you can see as far as you can see. There are more than twenty tables inside, and without exception, they are all full of people.

Chen Jun looked around. There were no white men coming and going in the small restaurant. There was an old man in his 60s with a strong sense of government, who was bringing two or three friends to improve the taste. There were also young men who almost had the four words "Prince and Nobility" written on their foreheads.

The women are fat and thin, and they are very good at ornaments. Pawning off any ornament on the beauty can make a small family have a good life for several years. There are also some majestic men with strong charlatanism.

It is vigorous and vigorous, and the whole restaurant becomes lively when calling friends.

"Man, are there any seats left?"

The young waiter was not as attentive as in an ordinary restaurant, but he was not cold either. He was just a little proud and said, "Reporting to the guest officer, there are no extra seats in the store. If you don't mind it, you can leave a message. If there is room, we will

I can inform you again."

"No."

Just when Chen Jun turned to leave, a voice suddenly came from behind him, "If you don't mind, I can give you a fight, old man. It's a pity that I haven't tasted the duck here when I first came to Tai'an."

In the corner of the restaurant, sitting on the square mahogany Eight Immortals table, was an old man with an elegant appearance, and next to him was a child with braids, about ten years old, with a cute appearance and a sense of aura.

"Grandpa Jianzheng, are you waiting for this uncle?" the little boy asked curiously.

"Nonsense." The old man blew his beard and glared.

"Why are you talking nonsense?" the little boy said unconvinced: "Grandpa Jianzheng, you only come to the restaurant every fifth day of the Lunar New Year. Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and Little Lingdang is tired of eating duck. You promised to take me to eat seabass next time.

But if you don’t come and eat duck, huh, you can’t lie to me.”

The old man touched the little boy's head, smiled casually, and extended his hand to greet Chen Jun.

No matter what, you can’t live up to the delicious food.

This old man, who sounded like he had a well-established background, only glanced at Chen Jun three times after he saw him sitting down. After each glance, he poured a glass of wine and drank it by himself.

On the Eight Immortals table, the child ate the peanuts he had brought with him, and the old man drank wine. Only the roast duck on the table remained untouched, as if it was specially left for him.

"You don't want to eat?" Chen Jun asked.

The old man laughed and said: "When you get old, you can't chew off more than you can chew!"

Chen Jun picked up a sharp knife, cut off a piece of sugar-red roast duck, and put it in the old man's bowl. "This is the most tender part of the duck between the leg and the back. You should chew it."

The old man's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and then he smiled, "The old man can be regarded as the best person in the world who can taste the delicious food under the sword of the sword god."

Chen Jun tore off another piece of chicken leg, and the little child was stunned.

The old man patted the little child on the head, "Why are you standing there in a daze? It's a blessing to be able to eat this piece of chicken drumstick. It will last you a lifetime."

"Thank you, uncle."

The little boy thanked Chen Jun and nibbled on the chicken legs. For some reason, he felt that the chicken drumsticks tasted better than before.

It seemed that after Chen Jun's casual move, the old man and the children around him lost their inhibitions and started talking. The old man talked about roast duck and Tai'an City delicacies.

"This Tai'an roast duck is grilled over pine wood charcoal fire. When it comes out of the oven, the skin is bright and crispy, and the meat is white, tender and delicious. The juice of the duck skin is also obviously plump and plump. It also has the fragrance of fruity wood.

When eating duck meat, if you feel it is greasy, you can pair it with the scallions, pancakes, and cucumbers from this restaurant. Of course, the most indispensable thing is the sauce from this restaurant..."

The old man only talked about the customs, not his own identity, or anything else. Before he knew it, the little boy finished chewing the chicken legs.

Chen Jun ate the Tai'an duck the way he would eat Beijing roast duck. He moved his hands slowly and chewed it carefully, as if he was enjoying the tranquility before the storm.

"When I came to Tai'an City, I walked into Central Street and saw the market decorated with lights and colorful decorations. Many restaurants were covered with red satin. This restaurant is no exception. What's the reason?"

"Spring plows in summer, autumn harvests and winter stores." The old man raised his wine and smiled: "In a few days, it will be the Liyang Autumn Harvest Festival, and the emperor will lead hundreds of civil and military officials to the altar to worship heaven."

"It's just the right time. Li Yang is really not afraid that I will do it?"

The old man raised his glass and said nothing.

Suddenly, several waiters rushed out of the living room, and the fat boss behind the scenes also hurriedly walked out, bowing his hands and apologizing to everyone: "There are some things in the shop today, and we need to close for half a day. Please forgive me."

"It's closing, why is it closing? We've only finished half of the food and wine, so why don't we kick people out to see what kind of restaurant it is?" Several princes and nobles didn't want to lose face in front of the beautiful lady, so they started making noises.

The fat owner of the shop had a sneer on his lips: "Mr. Wang, your father is a member of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, Mr. Qin, your father is from the province, Mr. Liu, your father is the Minister of Rites, and there are a few others that I won't mention.

, I only want to remind you that the identity of the following visitor is that even your father cannot afford to offend you, and you don’t want to offend him. You want to leave him alone to weigh the weight and see if he is qualified."

Many dandies looked angry, and under the side glances of the beauties around them, their faces turned red and could bleed, but they were angry. Those who work as dandies at the foot of the Emperor's Imperial City all know one thing, sometimes the old man you pass by casually on the roadside will

Perhaps he was a high official, or a scholar might be a disciple of a great Confucian.

Tai'an City is a land of crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and the fat boss of the Duck Shop is said to have a monstrous background. Just last winter, the second son of a third-grade local official who had just entered Beijing was acting like a drunk in the shop, and he was directly called out by the boss.

The man was seriously injured and was thrown out of the door and froze into a popsicle. He was originally expected to be injured even if the store did not close, but in the end, the third-grade officer directly removed the second son from the family tree and even came to apologize in person.

Many of the dandies here were from older families than the third grade, but this was the first time I heard a warning from the shop owner, and my heart was beating. Then I saw a few official-looking old men packing up the ducks. Fortunately, I took advantage of the situation and left.

Now that the dandy and the officials are gone, those masters in the arena can only leave in despair.

In Tai'an City, martial arts warriors have the lowest status!

Not long after, only Chen Jun's table in the corner was left in the store.

Half of the dishes were left on the table, and Chen Jun was the only one who was slowly eating and drinking.

"Sir, our store will be closing soon. If you haven't finished eating, you can take it away," the fat boss said.

Chen Jun asked the old man: "Have you paid?"

The old man nodded: "That's enough for two meals."

"That's good, keep eating."

"Follow me and continue eating?" The fat boss kept sneering, "Immediately go to the underworld to eat. If you don't leave, you will never see the sunshine of Tai'an City again in your life."

"Emperor Zhao Chun of Liyang doesn't dare to talk to me like this. Are you that dog?"

Chen Jun put down the cake, raised his head and said with a low smile.

The fat boss was frightened and angry, with tremors rising and falling on his face. Suddenly, a sharp shout came from outside the door: "You are outrageous!"

At this time, the little child who was sitting upright secretly pulled the corner of the old man's clothes.

The old man turned around and said with a smile: "If we get the glory, we can also show off our prestige!"