Naruto Big Foodie

Chapter 1234

Chapter 1234

The sky is a thick black after the sun has fallen, the quiet moon is hidden behind the clouds, and the eight hundred miles of wilderness are driving around, and you can see the winding mountains and hills when you look up.And Linchuan fields are dotted among the rivers, the knee-length winter grass still has round dewdrops, and the evening wind blows from the southern mountain of Mount Fuji, setting off circles and ripples under the wilderness.

And the flat road running from east to west in all directions leads to the towering "Tokyo Tower" that has not fallen down for hundreds of years.

The chirping of the wind and the chirping of insects have disappeared under the towering tower. The lights on the top of the tower were turned on, and the soaring flames shot straight into the sky, illuminating the gray boundary along the way.

"Good... good wine..."

The night was dark, there were few people, and everything became unclear through the vast night. Yang Ming was holding a jug of wine in his hand, and his steps were swaying.

The night wind blew up his plain white clothes and the red tassels of the jug, and there were vague and indistinct human voices in the distance. Yang Ming stared at the pool of clear waves in front of him as if fascinated, and took a mouthful. He poured wine into his mouth without a gulp.

This place is a famous lotus pond in Tokyo. People often come here to enjoy the lotus in summer, but how can you see the bibi hibiscus blooming in this winter?The original jade, white and green are now withered and turned into dead branches and leaves, and the beauty of the beautiful lotus is no longer beautiful, and it is crushed into mud, which fulfills the meaning of killing the world.

In the eyes of mortals, this kind of scenery may pass by without stopping for half a second, but Yang Ming's eyes seem to be able to pass through time to see the peerless youth, and the three-point night is full of seven-point flowing water. Together with the wine into the stomach.

Yang Ming is indeed addicted to alcohol, but what he likes is the wine itself. The hypocrisy and obsequiousness and flattery are bothersome things, so he just escaped from the drinking situation set up by his friends and brought a pot of wine along with him. liquor.

"Huh? Where's the wine?" He poured the wine down his throat while walking, but there was no more wine in the wine gourd. "It's gone so soon?"

Yang Ming turned the gourd upside down and shook it downwards. Finally, two hard-earned drops flowed down. He hastily licked it with the tip of his tongue. Only then was he convinced that this pot of wine was a heroic sacrifice, and he couldn't help frowning.

Without good wine, he got up and went out to look for wine.

"Is there... a wine shop near here?" Holding an empty gourd and a piece of grass that he didn't know where to find in his mouth, he slowly searched towards the end of the winding alley.

I don't know if it's because he hasn't been here for a long time, the situation has changed, or he is drunk and dazed, he doesn't know what to do, he walked around this street corner for several times but couldn't get out, just when he was extremely impatient, he suddenly smelled a fragrance.

"This is..." Yang Ming pondered for a while, and suddenly a wooden door appeared inlaid on the cool stone wall. The seemingly absent aroma is spreading along the ground.

"Evening Fragrance".

There are a few nondescript Chinese characters written on the signboard, and a dragon is painted on the door. It is a rare spiritual creature in Tokyo. It is different from the Western dragon that Yang Ming has seen. This is an Eastern dragon, curled up in a ball casually. , tiredness stretches, and there is a bottle of wine next to it, which is exactly the size of the dragon's palm.

"Evening scent..." Yang Ming pondered for a moment, as if he was thinking about the meaning of the term, "It seems to be a name for a flower, I wonder if there will be wine?"

This thought jumped into his mind and he couldn't get rid of it. He weighed the wallet in his arms, and it was heavy inside. Then he pushed open the door with a cool breeze, and the Qingling doorbell rang in his ears.

"Jingle jingle—"

Before he could turn his head to look for the source of the sound, the girl with long orange hair greeted him first, with a gentle tone: "Welcome, do you want to order food?"

Everything in the city of Tokyo is born together, even if Yang Ming sees the different decorations in the store from the usual stores, Yang Ming just takes it easy. He walks around the flower stand at the door, lowers his head to the corner of the boss's mouth, and asks bluntly: "Boss, Is there any wine?"

His appearance is extremely handsome, but it is different from the charm of the Dongying people. He has deep eyebrows and eyes mixed with Chinese blood, and his short black hair reflects a little yellow light. Shen was caught in this pool of human fireworks, and even the corners of his eyes were a little peachy, while his thin lips were slightly parted, and his breath also smelled of alcohol.

If it were an ordinary girl, she would at least blush when she met this girl, but the owner of the tavern had already cultivated a heart as immovable as a mountain after being baptized by beauty, so she nodded: "Of course there is wine." .”

"That's good." There were not many guests at this time, Yang Ming ignored the probing gazes of others, and lay lazily on the table, poking at the small ornaments on the table, "What kind of wine are there? Wine? ?”

Grape wine luminous cups are very popular among high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Tokyo, but in front of Yang Ming, who drinks a lot, wine is nothing more than fruit juice for children to have fun with. However, at this time of high alcohol, it is difficult to relieve sorrow.

"Wine..." The tavern owner was stunned, "There is no wine in the store."

Wines with a good taste often cost more than [-] euros, which does not match the positioning of the Ye Lixiang tavern. The ordinary dry red is sour and astringent. Naturally, the tavern owner will not prepare it in the store, except for the occasional customers who used to bring them back for a drink. Two glasses, wine is generally not kept in the warehouse.

"Then what kind of wine do you have?" Yang Ming was fascinated by the wooden bird chandelier above his head that was about to fly. The exquisite workmanship made him a little fascinated. "Zhuyeqing or Baiyuquan?"

This kind of noun that only appeared in martial arts novels made the tavern owner stunned again. She looked confused, and subconsciously turned her face to the side, "There is sake in the store, do you want to try it?"

"Green wine?" Yang Ming was confused, he waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Then try it, by the way, boss, bring me two more side dishes."

"Okay!" The tavern owner, who was distracted by Yang Ming unknowingly, subconsciously agreed, "I'll bring it for you."

"Where did this guy come from?" A wretched-looking boy approached a milky-looking boy and asked in a low voice, "There's no studio around here, right?"

"Isn't the ancient style popular in China now?" Xiaobai Xiaosheng glanced at Yang Ming, probably the author followed suit, so he replied calmly, "It's not uncommon to go out in Hanfu."

Although Xiaobai Xiaosheng said so, the wretched man still looked at Yang Ming with some curiosity. Although the brocade and jade robes may not be very luxurious, the fabrics are extremely exquisite, and there is always a vague sense of richness and nobleness. Words, I am afraid that I have already left Hanfu lovers, right?It's just that he was too lazy to take care of other people's affairs, so he shook his head and let it go.

(End of this chapter)