Chapter 309: Attack on the Heart

After visiting the entire Ling Hermit, he then had vegetarian food in the temple. Jiang Lang and others went back while traveling. When they returned to their residence, it became dark, and it was already dark.

Hangzhou was originally a prosperous place. Even at night, there were still people coming and going on the street, which was almost the same as during the day. As expected, everyone had not eaten yet, so Jiang Lang suggested going to the night market and eating some food. This suggestion was agreed by the vast majority of people, but only Chen Mengyao has been quite thoughtful recently and is unwilling to go out and walk around. However, in the end, she could not resist the request of Zi Ling and Zi Yu and followed her out. Gao Shui was naturally inseparable.

Hangzhou-style snacks are of many kinds, and they are different in all seasons. There are three characteristics. First, most of them are made from local specialties in Hangzhou and are often associated with West Lake scenic spots. When visiting the lake in summer, you are good at tasting the Ximu lotus root powder. When visiting the Nanshan Manjuelong in the autumn, you often go to the Osmanthus Hall to enjoy the osmanthus, and go to the Osmanthus Hall to eat a bowl of West Lake osmanthus millet soup. Second, during the year, each is sometimes delicious. For example, various spring rolls, fresh meat glutinous rice, assorted eight-treasure rice during the Spring Festival, there are marshmallows or fresh meat browns on the Dragon Boat Festival, and make Hangzhou-style, Su-style, Cantonese mooncakes, eating millet cakes on the Double Ninth Festival, etc. In March of spring, there are many fish, shrimp and shrimp noodles, sliced ​​Sichuan noodles, and small shrimp meat dumplings to taste new at the right time, summer hot

Yan, serving mint cake, crystal cake, Fuling cake, meat bone porridge, Sanqiu Lake crab fat, crab meat cloves, crab roe bread, Yingshi, and glutinous rice cake in the twelfth lunar month; third, it has a long history and is accompanied by legends. For example, Wushan butter cake and fried cypress. According to legend, after Yue Fei was murdered by Qin Hui and his wife, everyone in Hangzhou hated Qin Hui. At that time, there was a small shop selling fried pasta by Wangxian Bridge. The owner saw the treacherous minister Qin Hui sitting in a sedan chair every day and passing by the store, and was very angry. One day, he pinched the pasta into a human form, put it in an oil pan, and fryed it while shouting: "Fried Qin Hui, Fried Qin Hui!" Others asked him what he sold? He casually said: "Fried cypress." From then on, he got his name.

It is late autumn now, and the crabs in the lake are so fat that they are so fat. You can see snacks related to crabs everywhere on the street, such as crab meat cages, crab roe buns, etc. After walking along the street for a while, Jiang Lang saw a small shop on the roadside doing a good business. He thought the taste must be good, so he couldn't help but suggest: "My store is good, why not be here?"

Regarding Jiang Lang's suggestions, Zi Ling, Zi Yu and others naturally had no problems, and Sun Yuanbiao and others were naturally the same. As for Chen Mengyao, her current mind was not about what to eat, so she naturally had no questions about Jiang Lang's suggestions, so everyone nodded almost at the same time.

Seeing everyone nodding, Jiang Lang walked to the front of the store. The owner of the store was an old man in his sixties. Seeing that Jiang Lang had thousands of thousands, he immediately asked, "Objectively, don't know what to order?"

Jiang Lang smiled and said, "Eight of us, can you find some spots for us?"

When the boss heard this, he looked at Zi Ling and others who were waiting outside, then looked at his own shop, and then said, "There are guests just leaving, and there are three tables. You eight of you, please sit inside."

The so-called small shop is actually just a small stall on the side of the road. A trolley with charcoal burning underneath, a pot on top, and a snack in the pot. In addition, there are several small tables on the side of the road and some simple tables and chairs. Logically speaking, if Jiang Lang is in his current status, if he wants to eat this Hangzhou snack, it is just a matter of one sentence. Naturally, someone will arrange for the most famous chef in Hangzhou to get the snacks. However, Jiang Lang likes the atmosphere of the roadside snacks, and he seems to be the ordinary people, rather than the high-ranking Dongchang Supervisor.

Jiang Lang nodded and said to Zi Ling: "You three are just sitting at a table. Let me chat with Gao Shui. Sun Yuanbiao, please get closer to your wife and pay attention to their safety!"

Although there were more than 20 guards, Jiang Lang was worried that it would be too annoying for him to walk on the street, so he asked Sun Yuanbiao to bring two people, three ladies, Gao Shui and other groups of eight people.

After Jiang Lang finished speaking, he pulled Gao Shui and found the most remote location to sit down, and then shouted to the boss: "Boss, come two pots of wine!"

When the shop owner heard this, he hurriedly brought two pots of wine over and said with a smile: "Customer, this wine is brewed by me. Although the taste is not as good as those good wines, it can still be drunk. Why not try it?"

Jiang Lang nodded, smiled slightly, and said, "Then let it go, let's try too!"

The boss nodded with satisfaction. He didn't care about the price of the wine. What he cared about was whether anyone tasted his wine. For him, if someone tasted his wine, it was the best appreciation for him.

Jiang Lang picked up the wine pot, poured a glass of Gaoshui first, then poured it on himself, and then said: "You try it too. The boss said that this wine is good, so let's not let the boss down."

During this period, I also learned a lot about Jianglang Gaoshui. I knew that this young man who was young but was a director of the Dongchang Factory was not very arrogant. So I picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The mouth was a little sweet and sour, and there was a strong fruit fragrance. Of course, there was also a smell of wine. For Gaoshui, who had been used to using ordinary wine for a long time, this wine was somewhat unpleasant, and he couldn't help but frowned slightly.

“Isn’t it delicious?”

Jiang Lang couldn't help asking, then picked up the wine glass and tasted it lightly. This strange smell made him frown and said strangely: "Monkey wine?"

The so-called monkey wine is actually the monkeys in the mountains hiding the fruits in some scattered vessels, and then they happened to encounter the right temperature, etc., and then fermented with a hint of wine.

When the boss heard this, he couldn't help but smile and said, "The guest officer knows it too?"

Jiang Lang smiled slightly and said, "I know something."

After saying that, he said to Gaoshui: "This wine is good, why not drink more!"

Gao Shui nodded, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all. However, he obviously still had not adapted to the smell of the wine. Drinking it seemed like drinking poison, it was poured.

"What a pity!"

Jiang Lang couldn't help but sigh, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and the sour and sweet feeling came from the tip of his tongue, and there was a hint of wine. After his tongue fully felt the taste of the wine, he swallowed it and said, "This wine is not like this. You have to taste it carefully before you can taste the taste."

Gao Shui frowned and said, "I would rather have a good taste with the spirits."

"Wrong!"

Jiang Lang said without hesitation: "You should drink this kind of wine now, not spirits!"

Gao Shui couldn't help but look at Jiang Lang with some surprise and asked, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Lang did not rush to answer, but poured his wine glass with wine again and tasted it, saying, "In fact, for the Ming Dynasty and Wats, the most useful person now is the prince, not the princess."

Jiang Lang said this very lowly, so low that only Gaoshui could hear it. Gaoshui couldn't help but look at the same time and asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"

"Don't you know?"

Jiang Lang asked back, then shook his head and said, "Then I might as well say it directly. Whether Chen Mengyao exists does not have much effect on Watshu and the Ming Dynasty. Even without Chen Mengyao, the prince is still the prince of Watshu. Jiang Lang Watshu's Khan, the only thing he doesn't need is to change the Empress Dowatshu's Empress Dowatshu in the future!"

"I don't understand what you mean."

Gao Shui said in a deep voice, looking at the slightly red wine in his glass, unwilling to talk more.

"Do you really don't understand or do you really don't understand?"

Jiang Lang sighed helplessly and said, "I thought I was just a small and inexperienced hunter at the time. Thanks to the current generals and third princes of the Jinyiwei, I have today. And one of the things I always believe that I cannot be just an ordinary Jinyiwei, and I can naturally make a name for myself. Since I believe it, why don't you?"

Gao Shui still had no expression on his face and said, "I don't know what you are talking about?"

"What's the same virtue!"

Jiang Lang couldn't help but sigh. Gao Shui and Chen Zhong seemed to be the same. They were all the characters who couldn't get into the oil and salt and could not leak water. However, in the blink of an eye, Jiang Lang took notice. The so-called serious illness still needed to be treated with severe medicine. So he gritted his teeth and said, "I have known about your meeting with the princess in the middle of the night!"

"when……!"

The wine glass in Gaoshui's hand couldn't help but fall onto the table. The wine spilled all over the table, and the wine glass was spinning, and a look of nervousness appeared on his face.

"Don't worry!"

Jiang Lang immediately said, "I don't plan to expose your intentions. On the contrary, I personally think that if you two are really in love, this time you go to Hangzhou will be an opportunity for both of you, but the prerequisite is that both of you must be willing!"
Chapter completed!