When Tang Fengyue finished washing up and walked into the hall, he smelled a peculiar aroma.
His eyes stopped on a bowl on Tianmiao’s table.
It was a bowl of tofu pudding. The white tofu pudding looked extremely tempting, drizzled with bright red chili oil, and garnished with green scallions, the two contrasting colors were striking.
Tang Fengyue instinctively swallowed hard.
As someone from Sichuan, he simply couldn’t resist something so spicy and flavorful.
His eyes then moved to a bowl of red oil wontons beside the tofu pudding. This dish, people here seemed to call it wontons, though there was a slight difference. The skin was thin and the filling was abundant, the broth was thick and rich, with a drizzle of red oil, tsk tsk...
At this moment, Sheng Yulin was not up yet. Xu Lang and Shen Hanshu had already taken two seats at Tianmiao’s table, leaving one seat vacant.
Xu Lang waved at Tang Fengyue, "Young Hero Tang, come quickly!"
Tang Fengyue was not shy this time, he quickly approached Tianmiao’s table in a few brisk steps and sat in the remaining seat.
Tianmiao glanced sideways at Tang Fengyue.
Xu Lang and Shen Hanshu also looked at Tang Fengyue.
Tang Fengyue was momentarily stunned, then quickly realized, took a stack of silver notes from his pocket, and handed them to Tianmiao.
Tianmiao smiled, accepted them, and kindly asked Tang Fengyue, "Young Hero Tang, see if there’s anything else you need to eat, I’ll send someone to get it."
Tang Fengyue said, "I’ll first have this bowl of red oil wontons and tofu pudding, and after eating, I’d like a bowl of soy milk."
"Sure." Tianmiao nodded with a smile, then turned to Dong Xiao and said, "Go to East Street and buy a small bucket of soy milk."
Dong Xiao nodded, turned around, and quickly disappeared at the door.
Tang Fengyue widened his eyes, had he just imagined that? Could this waiter move that fast?
"Please enjoy." Tianmiao said graciously.
Tang Fengyue felt a bit complicated, lowered his head, and started eating.
Xu Lang and Shen Hanshu saw the complexity in Tang Fengyue’s eyes, and secretly laughed to themselves. That expression, they’d seen it many times in each other’s eyes, and now seeing it in more and more people’s eyes, for some reason, they felt a bit smug.
Just when Tang Fengyue had eaten half of the red oil wontons, Dong Xiao was already back at the door with the soy milk.
Then he brought it to the table and poured a bowl for everyone. The steaming soy milk exuded a uniquely sweet flavor.
Tang Fengyue once again looked at Tianmiao with complex emotions. The fact that the owner of this tavern made someone so skilled at martial arts do such trivial tasks was truly a waste of talent! He picked up the soy milk, took a sip, and then widened his eyes because he saw the Ice Swordsman come out from the back courtyard and start wiping tables with a cloth.
Tang Fengyue almost spat out the soy milk in his mouth, but when he met Xu Lang and Shen Hanshu’s murderous glares, he forcibly held it back. The result was that he coughed so hard that his face turned red, and tears almost came out.
Xu Lang and Shen Hanshu looked disdainfully at Tang Fengyue who had turned his head to the side to cough, and protested, "Young Hero Tang, cough more gently. It’s fortunate that you held it back, otherwise all the food on this table would be ruined."
Tang Fengyue: "...cough, cough..." At this moment, Tang Fengyue actually had a bizarre feeling in his heart, these two scumbags! Ah, pfft! What kind of weird neurotic thoughts are these?!
Tang Fengyue finally finished coughing, turned to look at Dugu Yan who was wiping the table, and asked Xu Lang in a low voice, "Great Hero Xu, is Dugu Yan really just doing odd jobs here? I thought it was just a rumor in the martial arts world."
"It’s true. He doesn’t even take any wages, and he works diligently." Xu Lang said, stuffing a bun with braised pork into his mouth, speaking with his mouth full.