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So, the two went to the "heaven and earth" in Zhucheng together. This is the best restaurant in Zhucheng. It is said that the chef's craftsmanship is comparable to that of the royal chef in the palace.

The little Taoist found a seat and sat down, the waiter in the restaurant immediately put on a signature smiling face to meet the guests, the little Taoist didn't even think about it, and asked directly: "What's the best food here? "

The waiter in the restaurant patted his thigh, and he immediately replied: "That is naturally the famous chrysanthemum chicken in Chaoyun Kingdom. When the emperor came to Zhucheng on a tour, he ordered our chrysanthemum chicken in heaven and earth. The chrysanthemum chicken is served with chrysanthemum stuffed rice. , even the gods in the sky have to come down to earth after smelling this smell!"

The little Taoist was fooled by the waiter in the restaurant, he thought it made sense, so he nodded and said, "That's all right, let's serve a plate of your signature dishes, and add two jugs of good wine, I want Zhucheng The most famous chrysanthemum stuffed!"

The waiter in the restaurant nodded fiercely with a smile, and then roared in the direction of the chef like a lion in the east of the river: "Add another plate of chrysanthemum chicken!"

The loud noise made the wooden table jump, and the little Taoist immediately covered his ears, he felt that he was a little out of his mind by the shock.

Yindang at the side saw the appearance of the little Taoist priest, and he felt that the little Taoist priest was cute, but he didn't say anything clearly, he just pretended to sip the tea in the white porcelain cup, while quietly looking at Chen Qinglang from the corner of his eyes, he suddenly thought He woke up, so he asked, "What's your name, Taoist?"

Chen Qinglang's face immediately turned blank, and he patted the back of his head with a smirk, his eyes were wide open, like the moonlight hanging above the night sky on the fifteenth day, bright and clear, anyone who met his eyes seemed to be unable to bear it Stare at him for another look.

"Ah, Daoist Yindang, you are asking for my name, sorry, I forgot to introduce, my name is Chen Qinglang, Erdong Chen, Qingshui Qing, a dazzling array of objects, my father said that I am the one in his heart Baoyu, my eyes are particularly like black pearls, so he gave me such a name."

"Oh."

Yindang glanced at Chen Qinglang secretly, he felt that this little guy's eyes were really like black pearls, bright and penetrating, if he met someone who wanted them, he would wish to dig out these eyes and take them for himself.

The two chatted for a few words, and the dish came up. The so-called chrysanthemum chicken was actually braised yellow chicken. The aroma of a large pot of braised yellow chicken was so strong that Chen Qinglang couldn't help swallowing when he smelled the smell of chicken. .

Yindang, who was born to like chicken the most, smiled lightly and then tore the whole chicken apart, and put a big chicken leg into Chen Qinglang's bowl.

When the little Taoist saw the big chicken leg in his bowl, he didn't know whether to eat it for a while, so he could only wave his hand and refuse to give the chicken leg to Yindang.

And Yindang said: "There are two chicken legs, one for you and one for me. It's just right. I see that you are thin, so you should eat more."

Hearing these words, the little Taoist felt that what Yindang said was very reasonable, so he began to gnaw on the chicken legs, but Yindang tasted it lightly, as if he wanted to taste the famous chrysanthemum chicken. wonderful.

As the old saying goes, don’t talk when you eat and don’t talk when you sleep. This way of eating naturally shortens the time for eating. Although Yindang is fine food, his eating speed is actually very fast, but his posture is more elegant than Chen Qinglang, unlike the little guy. Like wolfing down.