latelenovela Chapter 403: Oh, I'm drunk again
Chapter 403: Oh, I'm drunk again
Lin Ze looked around the small stall. Although it was not spacious, it was clean. He nodded and got out of the car with Kitahara Ransuke.
When Wen Saner saw Lin Ze nod, he quickly trotted over to the stall owner, stretched out one leg, stood up with the other, raised his thumb, but lowered his voice, "Hey, Yang Laohei, do you see this? Does anyone know this man?"
Yang Laohei's braised pork stall has been opened in South City for two generations. People who do business must have good eyesight. Not only must they be able to observe words and expressions, but they must also recognize people. Needless to say, regular customers must be called out by their names. Even if they come occasionally, they must have a general idea of who they are.
He must be familiar with all the leading figures in the surrounding area, whether they are in the black and white worlds.
Without this ability, a small business like this won't last long. Before long, the food will be eaten up without leaving even a bone.
Yang Laohei looked at Lin Ze, then at Wen Saner, "Saner, who in our outer city doesn't know this Master Lin? But the one next to him looks unfamiliar, and looks like a Japanese lady."
Wen Saner smiled proudly, but afraid that Lin Ze would hear him, he quickly whispered, "These are all brothers, hurry up, make two bowls of stewed meat, and clean them up. If you offend these two, even if I cut you into pieces and sell you, it won't be enough to compensate you!"
Yang Laohei knew that Wen Saner was bragging again, so he didn't argue with him. Instead, he smiled and said, "Okay, just carry it. You've been pulling the cart for half a day. Sit down and take a rest. I'll serve you a bowl as a gift to you."
Wen Saner couldn't help but swallow.
Business has been bad recently and I can't make much money in a day. After paying my share of the car, I don't have much money left. I bought three sesame paste buns, one for each meal. If I wasn't full, I would drink cold water. My stomach was shaking when I ran.
"Hey, Master Wen, I'm tired of eating this lately. I ate several meat patties with mutton offal soup early in the morning. I really don't want to eat this. But since you are willing, I will sit down and try it. Don't worry, I won't eat your food for nothing. If there are guests who want to eat braised pork in the future, I will drag them to your place."
While cutting the fire-baked bread, Yang Laohei replied without even looking up: "Then I really owe you a lot! Please sit down, it will be ready in a moment!"
Wen Saner then ran to Lin Ze and diligently wiped the table for them with his sleeves.
Lin Ze quickly stopped him, "Okay, stop working. I think your sleeves are not much cleaner than a rag! Go sit aside and get yourself a bowl of stew. When you're done, take us back."
Wen Saner didn't feel embarrassed. He smiled and sat at the table next to him. He thought that if he could have a bowl of wine, it would be like celebrating the New Year.
After a while, two bowls of braised food were served.
But Kitahara Ranjie looked at the intestines and lungs in the bowl and felt a little embarrassed, "Lin-san, this..."
"Kitahara-kun, eat it without worry. If you think it tastes weird, just add more mashed garlic. I tell you, don't think it smells weird, but if you get used to it, you'll really miss it if you don't eat it for a few days!"
Kitahara Ransuke was still hesitant, "Lin-san, how about a bowl of wine?"
Lin Ze called to the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, bring me a bowl of hot wine!"
Yang Laohei was a little embarrassed. He held his apron tightly in his hands and kept rubbing it. He didn't dare to get too close. He stood one meter away and said with his waist bent: "Master, my place is so small that I didn't know that you two distinguished guests were coming. I didn't prepare any wine. I only have sweet potato stew..."
Lin Ze waved his hand and said, "Just give me a bowl of sweet potato stew!"
If someone thinks that sweet potato wine is delicious, then this person definitely does not drink alcohol. The taste of wine brewed from sweet potatoes is completely different from traditional grain liquor. It can only be regarded as a stopgap measure during food shortages. It can satisfy your taste buds, but don't expect any flavor.
If you drink sweet potato soup and it tastes mellow and smooth, there is no doubt that it has been adulterated.
At that time, there was not so much technology, and the only feeling after drinking sweet potato wine was that it would irritate your throat.
But the lower-class drunkards in old Beijing love this drink because it is cheap and gets you drunk quickly.
Lin Ze was very suspicious that the so-called quick intoxication was due to the inadequate craftsmanship and too much fusel alcohol.
That’s why people in the past always liked to drink hot wine, and believed that cold wine was harmful to the body, while hot wine was good for the body.
In fact, this is the experience formed by long-term drinking. Lin Ze guessed that it is because some of the fusel alcohol can evaporate after heating, so it does not make you feel uncomfortable after drinking.
Yang Laohei brought a bowl of sweet potato stew. Kitahara Ranjie came here to find something new, so he didn't care what kind of wine it was, he just picked it up and drank it.
After one bite, my eyes turned red.
He let out a long breath and grinned, "Lin-san, what kind of wine is this? It's too spicy!"
"Kitahara-kun, this is called sweet potato wine. It's a drink for real men. Only the bravest can conquer this strong liquor."
Kitahara Ransuke laughed out loud, "Yoshi! Yoshi! People like us should drink this."
Taking advantage of the alcohol, he plucked up the courage to eat a piece of small intestine, and even shouted!
After eating and drinking, Beiyuan just felt warm all over and his head was dizzy. It was indeed very comfortable.
Wen Saner had already finished his bowl in no time. Lin Ze saw it and asked Yang Laohei to bring him another bowl.
This surprised Yang Laohei. Oh my god, could it be that Wen Saner really got lucky and met a noble person?
He left one dollar to pay the bill and the rest as a tip. Amidst Yang Laohei's numerous thanks, he got on Wen Saner's rickshaw and returned to the police station.
When they got there, Lin Ze paid another dollar, "I say, save some money and buy some food. Don't drink all the wine!"
Wen Saner was so happy, he hadn't seen such a big ocean for many days!
Then I was a little puzzled. How did Mr. Lin know that I liked to have a couple of drinks?
"Master Lin, your teaching is that I will save it so that I can marry a wife."
Lin Ze smiled and told him to do what he should do. This guy was the same kind of person as Wang Xiaoshou, but Wang Xiaoshou went to Hanjia Hutong, while Wen Saner could only sleep in the secret door.
With one dollar in hand, Wen Saner decided to take a day off in the afternoon. He strolled around and bought two steamed buns with some mutton offal and put them in. Now he had both food and vegetables. He had warned himself not to drink any more, but when he reached the big wine jar, he could no longer walk. He borrowed their bottle and poured himself a pound of wine, then staggered back to the car dealership.
At night, the drivers came back one after another. Seeing Wen Saner sitting in the big bunk bed humming a little tune and drinking a little wine, they were all surprised and said, "Saner, did you get a good job today? You are living a good life! If you had a woman, it would be perfect!"
Wen Saner glanced at him sideways, then gulped down a sip of wine, "Grandma! If I had a woman, I wouldn't be able to live like this! Do you think we can live a good life with just these sirloin-style steamed buns and sorghum-style steamed buns? Humph, if I hadn't been too full from the two bowls of stewed pork at noon, I would have had to at least have some stir-fried pork slices and a pound of noodles for dinner!"
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. "San'er, are you digging for gold or picking up dollars? In the past, you would have made do with a sesame paste pancake, but why are you acting like a boss today?"
Wen Saner said happily: "This person can't always have bad luck. Master Wen, I've also had good luck! The lunch was treated by Master Lin, and this dinner was bought by myself. Money? Money is a bastard!"
When everyone saw this, they realized that he was drunk again!