Seeing that Wangpu’s restaurant was already neatly packed, Du Zhongxiao said: “Are you going to entertain guests here? How about I have a bowl of noodles?”

Wang Pu hurriedly said: "My husband said this, how can the young ones afford it? Please come in, and the younger ones please have a glass of wine."

Du Zhongxiao brought his entourage into the store. Wang Pu led it and brought a pavilion on the second floor with a window. He deliberately wiped the tables and chairs again, saying: "This place is opposite the shopping mall gate there. The official sits here for a while and will come later."

After saying that, Wang Pu took the servant and ran downstairs quickly. After a while, all kinds of dishes came up and set up a whole table. Wang Pu brought a pot of wine and put it in the ice bucket aside, and said to Du Zhongxiao: "The first day of today is open. The young man specially bought ice. I heard that drinking this way is the best. My husband has a drink."

While talking, he poured wine for Du Zhongxiao.

Du Zhongxiao thanked him and said to Wang Pu: "I don't want you to have a second-floor pavilion here, not a small shop."

Wang Pudao: "There are all second-floor shops here, so we naturally have to do second-floor business. Those big restaurants have garden Quyuan, how can I compare to small places like me? I only hope that a few more customers will come in a small business."

Du Zhongxiao nodded, pointed to the table and said, "How come you and me can eat so many dishes?"

How dare Wang Pu drink and eat dishes with Du Zhongxiao? He refused and refused. Du Zhongxiao forced himself to stay and sat down opposite him, thanking him for thanking him: "Today's first day of small business, my husband happened to come to the door, which is a great omen. These dishes are something that the youngest in the store thinks are unique, so my husband will try it."

Du Zhongxiao looked at the dishes on the table, either large pieces of meat, large pieces of bones and meat, and a large bowl of broth. The only vegetarian dish was a plate of braised tofu. Not to mention seasonal vegetables, there were no chopped green onions in the soup.

After watching for a while, Du Zhongxiao said to Wang Pu: "Mr. You have a lot of meat, which shows your intentions, but why are there no vegetables? This season is when there is no shortage of vegetables. You are full of meat. In such a hot weather, how can people get rid of chopsticks?"

Wang Pu said: "Don't panic, my husband, we still have good fruits here, come up later."

Du Zhongxiao smiled and shook his head: "Uncle, this is not what business does. I tell you that if you eat too much meat, you should have a dish that can relieve greasiness. Otherwise, you should be careful when you go to your store to eat a lot of meat, and the smell is bad. Why do you come next time?"

Wang Pudao: "But when I was in Tanglong Town, I saw that the noodle restaurant next to me was like this. The smooth noodles were placed in a large bowl of broth and covered with a few large pieces of meat, which was really tempting. I used more ingredients here, and the meat on the noodles was larger."

Du Zhongxiao said: "You see others doing that, and do it yourself, and you have no choice but to lose your charm. I tell you that the soup used to serve noodles is knowledgeable. One soup is not greasy and refreshing, and the taste of noodles is the taste of noodles. The other soup is thick, which is extremely rich, and the soup is more important than noodles. The first soup can have fewer dishes, and the latter soup must be added with more dishes."

After hearing this, Wang Pu leaned forward and asked, "My husband is indeed a knowledgeable person, and it makes sense. I don't know what dish is appropriate to add to the soup? The youngest only knows how to use tea to relieve greasiness, but they eat less."

Du Zhongxiao said: "Your restaurant opens all year round, of course you need to use vegetables that you need all year round. One is chopped green onion, although it cannot be planted in winter, it can be hidden for winter. There is also mung bean sprouts, which are not short of winter. In addition, you should add chopped coriander to enhance fragrance. You can add leeks in summer and change them to leeks in winter, which have aromas. Add these things, and the rich soup will not feel greasy."

Wang Pu nodded repeatedly and wrote down one by one. There was a shopping mall next to him, which was convenient for purchasing, so he was not afraid of the amount of ingredients used in the soup.

Du Zhongxiao pointed to the dish and said, "The dishes here are big pieces of meat, and the ingredients are solid, so they are naturally good. They are just too monotonous and lack the decoration of vegetables. For example, the large pieces of meat cooked should have cold dishes next to them, so that they can taste good when eaten in your mouth."

Wang Pudao: "According to what my husband said, it is best to eat such meat with cold dishes. But those with small cold dishes cannot be cooked!"

Du Zhongxiao shook his head: "Not only you can't cook, there is nothing you can really cook in Shengzhou City. The one who knows the best way to cook cold dishes is actually the chefs in the army in the past. When they were in Suizhou, they would cook various cold dishes and pickles in the army to prepare for winter dishes to be eaten when there were too few winter dishes."

After hearing this, Wang Pu couldn't help but be happy: "Since that's the case, it's easy to deal with. A few days ago, there were several families next to my farm, who were detained from the army. I heard that they didn't like the Zhuangzi on Jingxi Road and were willing to stay on Hequ Road. One of them cooked when they were in the army!"

"If there is such a thing? That's your blessing! Whether you ask him to help you or learn cooking skills from him, it's hard to lose money in your store!" The old Yingtianxiang army changed its military number, and many soldiers were removed from service. Not all of them returned to Jingxi Road, and some of them stayed. For various reasons, they felt that this place was better and brought their families to the camp here. The Management and Management Department gave them support and settled them around Shengzhou with more preferential conditions than ordinary people.

During the Yingtianxiang Army era, fire food was better than the imperial guards at this time. Not only was it willing to spend money, it also changed to a collective dining system, with special cooks. These people have been trained and studied, and may not be exquisite, but at least the taste is not unpleasant. In particular, the few colors that Du Zhongxiao focused on promoting, such as broth, pickles, buns, dumplings, etc., were particularly good at. With these, Wang Pu’s restaurant opened.

This is not a high-end restaurant. As long as the taste is pleasing, the materials are solid and the prices are affordable, it is enough to survive. A real big restaurant, such as the Shengzhou Guan Restaurant opposite, is marked by a garden, and the pavilions in the garden are high-end places.

Wang Pu ordered the servant to make fruits and vegetables, and accompany Du Zhongxiao to drink and talk about gossip.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Wang Pu said to Du Zhongxiao: "My husband, even if you have watched the plays there in Beijing, why not watch them again? How lively the show is! It can relieve boredom. The small one is really too busy in the store, otherwise I would have gone to watch it."

Du Zhongxiao held the cup in his hand, was silent for a while, and said, "I don't want to watch it again because you are just a spectator, but I am a person in the play. When someone else plays himself, I actually see another person. What's the fun to see?"

Wang Pudao: "Did you talk about the erotic section I just played? Xiao Di looked from afar and couldn't see clearly, but he only felt that a few people were very lively. It turned out that he was playing the role of his husband, so no wonder he couldn't keep watching."

Du Zhongxiao shook his head: "Of course they played me not, it was just related to me. The battle of Hequ Road expanded thousands of miles, and it was an unprecedented victory. This battle will be spread among the people. Speaking of this battle, I think I will not mention me."

Wang Pu laughed and said, "That's natural! My husband is the general minister of Hequ Road. Who dares to insult the place where he fought with his soldiers?"

Du Zhongxiao said: "Yes, I led the troops to fight. I know how it was fought. But it won't be like this on the stage. The actors will make up a story and put a handsome minister into this story according to their own thoughts or the way others want to see them. The Hequlu Rule in that story should be a good person, with all kinds of looks, but they should not be like me."

Wang Pu just laughed. Du Zhongxiao was too lazy to say anything, and he couldn't understand it.

In fact, it is not just the stage. If this story is passed down, all kinds of subjects will be like this. Even if it is recorded in history, it will be another story. It is not true that history is a little girl who can be dressed up by others. No matter how much the girl dresses up, she always has the innocence and beauty. Many recorded history are like women, not even half-old Xu Mom. Her makeup is thicker than the city wall and has long lost her original appearance.

Du Zhongxiao felt uncomfortable in today's play. Of course, he would not blame anyone, it was the people's understanding of themselves, this army, and this battle. The times changed, so they naturally had another understanding.

Du Zhongxiao felt uncomfortable because he suddenly realized that he had been moved to the historical stage as a character. This character has many faces and many expressions, but the actor is not himself. On the historical stage, Hequlu Road Strategies are just a role, and various actors will perform various forms. They will even draw various symbols on their faces, this time it is a black face, next time it is a white face, and maybe a blurry face. The characters in history are brought to the stage by various people for various purposes, with symbols on their stage and perform a big drama.

Bao Zheng in front of the stage was brought to the stage by later generations, and he did not know how many plays he performed, but he was not himself. If you want to talk about Bao Zheng's people, those who have studied him seriously, the first thing they have to say is that Bao Zheng in history did not look like the stage, but in fact, what they said was different from the stage, and it was still not Bao Zheng.

History is not a little girl. History leaves behind characters on the stage, allowing people from later generations to dress up and comment. Some people act, some people watch, and some people comment. The characters on the stage have no longer had much connection with the original people.

Du Zhongxiao didn't want to leave only one character for future generations, but also wanted to leave some of his own things to let them know that he was like this. He was neither a white helmet nor a white armor, nor a long spear in his hand, nor a feather fan and a scarf.

After watching that play and listening to those songs today, Du Zhongxiao suddenly became extremely eager, hoping that there would be a real art form that deserves his own war. It is not only to praise victory, but also to commemorate this period of time of golden swords and iron horses.
Chapter completed!