Chapter 3562: Martial Record
ith it.>"You little rascal, why can't you ever just sit still for a moment"A girl's crisp voice came from beside her.Luo Fengtang was startled, then turned to face her.Let me know if you have other te...Luo Fengtang's heart was racing, his mind filled with countless unfathomable possibilities. He had to rush to the palace and meet Qi Huang as soon as possible, but another person involved in this situation, Yang Ruqing, appeared in a century-old pancake shop on Jingtian Avenue, the most bustling street in the east of the city.
This avenue is bustling with traffic and people, it's incredibly lively.
On both sides of the wide avenue, shops of all shapes and sizes were bustling with customers, a constant stream going in and out.
>
Only Yang Ruqing's pancake stand stood somewhat deserted at this moment, a stark contrast to the lively bustle surrounding it.
```html
```
In the somewhat dilapidated hall, in the center stood a hearth about half a man's height, with a large iron plate set upon it.
On the wooden table beside him lay a ball of dough, ready to be used.
Here is the translation:
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
The lobby had three or five customers, including Yang Ruqing, scattered about. Some were engrossed in eating pastries while others, like Yang Ruqing, watched with curiosity the middle-aged man performing live dough making behind the hearth.
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
The man, estimated to be around five feet tall, could not have been taller than five feet five inches.
Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!
At one meter and fifty-five centimeters tall, the woman appeared petite and delicate. She wasn't short in an unflattering way.
But this height of five feet, when placed on a man's body, seemed incredibly short. He appeared almost a head shorter than the stove used for frying pancakes.
However, short is only his appearance. This middle-aged man who makes cakes looks quite handsome and is very neat and tidy in his work.
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
Kneading the dough, shaping the patties, cracking eggs, mixing the egg liquid with chopped green onions, salt, star anise, and minced meat, then carefully pouring it into a hole made by chopsticks in the center of the patty, making sure not a single drop spills out.
He stoked the fire in the stove, making it burn brighter. He brushed oil on both sides of the flatbread on the iron griddle and skillfully flipped it back and forth until both sides were golden brown. Then, according to the customers' preferences, he spread chili sauce, sweet sauce, or his own secret peanut sauce on top and finally placed it on a plate before bringing it to the customer.
"Ma'am, your scallion pancake with spicy sauce and egg is here. Please enjoy."
As Yang Ruqing was engrossed in her reading, sounds and scents drifted into her senses, bringing her back to reality.
Then, the middle-aged man had already brought her the egg and pancake she wanted to her table. Besides that, he also sent her a bowl of fragrant barley tea.
“Thank you, shopkeeper. How much is it I’ll pay now.” Yang Ruqing said.
The snacks sold by the street vendors outside are generally four cash each. Adding an egg or other meat skewers, at most it's six or seven cash.
This shop has a really great location, but it seems like the owner doesn't put much effort into it, so the place is kind of run-down.
Including the cost of this stall, a chicken egg pancake wouldn't even cost more than ten wen, right
So, as Yang Ruoqing inquired, she had already removed the pouch from her waist, ready to grab a handful of copper coins.
To my surprise, the short shopkeeper in front of me waved his hand and said, “No need to pay, miss. Consider this egg pancake a treat from me. Please remember the taste of Wu's pancakes. That would make me very happy, because tomorrow, I'm not planning on making pancakes anymore.”
"What do you mean" Yang Ruqing exclaimed in surprise.
This scallion pancake shop is called "Wuji Scallion Pancakes". The signboard has characters on both sides, so this shop should be a traditional specialized pancake shop.
"Shopkeeper, why are you not working tomorrow Is the master celebrating something good" Yang Ruqing asked.
The merchant, Wu, in front of me smiled wryly and waved his hand. "No, I just don't want to do it anymore, it's not interesting."
"Take your time, miss. I'll go attend to the others over there."
He turned and left, going over there to get a free meal. Seeing that he didn't want to say much, Yang Ruqing didn't follow up to ask any questions.
>
Instead, he buried his head and took a bite of the hot and fragrant scallion pancake in his hand.
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
Well, I have to say, this egg pancake tastes really good. The egg mixture not only has scallions, pork floss, but also shrimp and some chopped vegetables.
It's crispy and delicious, with a perfect balance of salty and savory. Paired with barley tea, she could eat five of these egg cakes in one go without even breaking a sweat if they were laid bare!
The cake was gone, but she still sat there slowly sipping her tea, her eyes scanning the hall around her, showing no intention of leaving.
At this time, all the other customers in the hall had left, leaving only Wu, the shopkeeper, to clean up the tables.
Yang Ruqing didn't leave, and he didn't come over to drive her away. Instead, he went to the counter over there and took out a wine jug and a wine cup, then found a table and drank by himself.
Take a few sips and sigh, or else you'll just stare blankly for a while.
His gaze drifted past the shop's large window to the restaurant across the street. It was almost lunchtime, and the restaurant was festooned with lanterns and banners. A line of welcoming shop boys stood at the entrance.
The sounds of hawkers' calls and laughter flowed ceaselessly into the shop, highlighting its emptiness even more. It was as if a main street had divided this place into two separate worlds.
Yang Ruqing estimated that the time was about right, so she got up and came to the side of Wu Guanjia, who was pouring himself a drink.
“Old Wu, you don’t even have a dish to accompany your drink You're all alone and drinking like this, you’ll be drunk soon.” Yang Ruoqing said.
Master Wu smiled faintly and said, "Let's get drunk then. It's better to live and die in a drunken dream. When you're drunk, you can forget your worries and troubles."
Yang Ruqing curved her lips, "It seems like the innkeeper has quite a story. How about this, you treat me to some pastries, and I'll take you to that restaurant across the street for dinner,"
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
"How about we eat and chat" she asked.
No one would be kind to a stranger for no reason. She did this, and wanted to stay to listen to the story of the Martial shopkeeper, mainly because she fancied the prime location of "Martial's Stuffed Flatbread".
The day before yesterday, she actually noticed these shops when she passed by here. She wanted to find a chance to talk. Today, she came to eat scallion pancakes and realized that the shopkeeper seemed to have some unrelated thoughts. So, she considered buying down this shop, or buying it down and opening a bar, which would be the best choice.
When Wu shopkeeper heard Yang Ruqing say she wanted to invite him to have dinner and drinks at the restaurant next door, his face suddenly changed.
He slammed his fist on the table and roared at Yang Ruocheng, "Even if I starve to death like a stray dog, I would never beg others for scraps!"
"Especially that family next door's food, I would rather eat arsenic and poison myself to death than even touch one grain of rice from their kitchen!"
Yang Ruqing was taken aback by Wuzhang's reaction.
I wonder if this person is drunk and confused How can they not tell the difference between malicious contempt and a kind invitation
Let me know if you have other text you'd like translated!
Or... did he have a grudge against the people at the restaurant next door
Please note that the original content was likely a paragraph, so "
" is a closing HTML tag for a paragraph. I've only translated the intended text and kept the tags as they were.
“Master Wu, please don't be angry. If you don't want to go, then don't go. You are a man! Come, let me drink with you!”
Yang Ruqing quickly sat down and grabbed the wine pot, pouring a small bowl into the bowl where she had previously poured barley tea. She raised her bowl to toast Wu Guan's with a smile.
Please: m.ingle-minded in her words and deeds.Now I understand, this daughter is...No more words, time to sleep.Night, very quiet.In the distance, occasionally a few barks from dogs could be heard, or perhaps t...