"Hey!"
There was a shout diagonally above, and Hoden reflexively looked up, and he could see a woman in a dark purple suede robe leaning against the railing, lighting a cigarette in her right hand, her expression hidden in the smoke and the haze of the sky, unable to see clearly, only to catch an arc of the corners of her mouth raised."
There's no need to rush, why don't you come up and sit down and have a chat?"
The lazy and hoarse voice was like smoke and mist, but Hoden stopped, raised his head and quietly looked at the woman on the second floor, stabbed a piece of snow venison in his right hand and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing slowly to feel the delicate and tender taste, the abundant meat juice slowly flowed between his lips and teeth, as if he could fill every gap between his teeth, and the whole taste bud was completely opened.I thought that the frost might be out of place, but the fact is that the frost melts completely as soon as it enters the mouth, and the fragrance of the special sauce is immediately caught on the tip of the tongue.Immediately after that, I began to chew the snow venison, which was not at all the taste I imagined, it was soft and slightly strong, and I couldn't help but taste it slowly with my lips and teeth, trying to retain all those flavors.Holden must admit that he didn't have any hope, and even had the idea of being deceived, and impulsively bought this snow deer; But the actual situation is far beyond imagination, completely breaking the prejudice, and there is a faint surprise, after all, the frost on that hand can not be seen everywhere.He was so surprised and liked it that he began to wonder if his taste buds were wrong - everything was delicious because his stomach was rumbling with hunger."
If the food in Iwabuchi can be of this standard, it doesn't seem like a terrible idea to stay here."
Hodden thought earnestly.The woman on the second floor looked at the young man downstairs with question marks on her head, and was a little baffled by his actions: Observe yourself while eating, what kind of operation is this?"
You should know where the main entrance is, right?
Are you sure you can't come up?
”As he spoke, the man turned and walked away......
Let's go......
The woman blinked, feeling as if she was being teased, but the question was, the guy didn't say anything, so where did that feeling come from?
When she came back to her senses and tried to complain, she found that the guy had turned and walked back, leaving only a back, and finally she could only stomp her feet and turn and walk into the house.At this time, Edgar Walter, the owner of the mobile vendor who was shouting for business, saw the young customer turn around and turn back at a glance, and couldn't help but be a little worried, because the other party didn't seem to have tasted the appearance of snow deer, and snow deer is not a food that everyone knows how to cook.The bloodletting process alone is very complicated, and once the bloodletting is not clean, the meat may smell too strong to be eliminated no matter how you cook it.This also makes countless people prejudiced against Snow Deer and difficult to accept.Edgar took the initiative to walk around his stall, cast his gaze at the young man, and before the other party could speak, he preemptively said, "Excuse me, is it unappetizing?"
Or is something wrong?
”"Don't assume there's a problem with your food, or your customers might come up."
No, the young man said with a lazy smile on his lips.Edgar couldn't help but be stunned, and his smile was slightly restrained."
By the way, if you can sprinkle a little lemon juice after cooking, you can get rid of the fishy smell in the meat; Or marinate it with black pepper and olive oil before cooking, and I believe it will taste even better. ”With that, the young man turned around again, and walked away unhurriedly and slowly.Edgar is also full of question marks: What just happened?
Holden was content to stuff all the snow venison into his mouth, and he could feel a faint warmth in his stomach, and he always felt that his limbs were stretched.The fishy smell and stench that could be felt from a street away are getting stronger and stronger as you get closer, and on the left hand side are vendors selling meat, pork, beef, mutton, and ......
A lot of meat that had never been seen before, because the heads of those animals were placed on the stalls, and the bloody fangs seemed to tell the story.On the right-hand side are fish and vegetable vendors, whose strange white meat is mixed between the entrails and scales, making it difficult to tell whether it is seafood or river fresh, and buzzing flies are always circling in the air, and then you can see the stall owner raise his hand and wave it lightly, and a finger-thick tornado disperses and drives the flies away.If he has time, Hoden would love to be able to wander around here – the civilian market is always one of the best places to find out and learn about society.But at this time, he needs to have a more direct and comprehensive understanding of the situation, so that he can sift out important information from the trivial news of the market.What's more, he needs to sit down and have a lunch.So, what better place to do it than a bar in a downtown area?
A gathering place for the three religions and nine streams, all the messy news is gathered here.According to experience, the bars should not be lively until the evening, at least until after the end of the evening, when workers and peasants and so on gather; But unexpectedly, less than twenty minutes before noon, the "Three Cripples" bar was already bustling.The time unit of the Norsnes continent is the same as that of the Earth, with three hundred and sixty-five days per year, and a leap year every four years; There are twelve months of the year; There are twenty-four hours in a day, sixty minutes per hour, and sixty seconds per minute.The whole concept of time is very familiar and does not require adaptation.The only pity is that you can't see the midday sun, and you don't have a watch or pocket watch, so you can only judge the time from the church bells, which is often prone to a wrong judgment.Standing outside the bar, look up at the sign hanging in the doorway, vividly drawing three ......
Crutches, at first glance, are easy to mistake for a leg of mutton, so that they doubt their eyes, how the "three lame" became "three legs of mutton", and only after careful observation can it be confirmed.The triangular shape of three crutches is paired with square wooden signs, creating a faint sense of military insignia and raising doubts about whether the bar owner has a military background.However, Hordon couldn't confirm whether his inference was correct - he didn't know what was going on with the Norsines continent's army, so it seemed that the inferences that could have been used would have to be put under a question mark here.Push open the bar door.The clamor of "hahaha", "how is it possible", "I don't believe it", "fart", "one more drink", "get out" came out directly, rumbling like a flood, and people couldn't help but look up at the sky again, trying to confirm the time - but Holden couldn't be sure whether it was 11:40 a.m. or 11:40 p.m.()