"The environment is good, the ancient style is used, and it has a unique flavor in this bustling city!"

After entering the store, Lin Yao observed the surroundings and was very satisfied with the decoration inside.

This ancient style is rarely seen in the Tang Dynasty. Even the legendary century-old Beijing roast duck is used in modern style. Unless you are Baidu, it will be difficult to find the shadow of a century-old store.

Changjia restaurants are different, square tables, armchairs, old teapots, screens, and wooden beams, wooden walls, and wooden windows inside.

As soon as I came in, the breath of the old era came to my face.

What's even more amazing is that there is a platform inside, and there is an old man talking about storytelling on it.

Although it was afternoon, there was no one in the store, and the old man was lying on a chair to read a book.

But he was sure that when there were many people at noon and at night, the old man would definitely be able to come for two sessions.

In a foreign country, I was sitting in such a restaurant full of Tang flavors and eating and listening to storytelling.

Oh, it's like going home.

"Sir, what should I eat?"

When I saw someone coming in, the waiter playing with his cell phone came up, holding the menu in his hand.

Lin Yao took a quick look and found that the dishes above include south and north, and some modified dishes that he had never heard of.

"Sweet and sour tenderloin, sweet and sour pork ribs, old duck soup, minced meat fried rice."

Eddie is quite receptive to Chinese food. He has been to Changjia Restaurant more than once and is familiar with the way when ordering.

After hearing the dishes he ordered, Lin Yao added a few more: "Jinhua Yushu chicken, steamed pork with lotus leaf paste, Longjing shrimp, duck blood Mapo tofu, braised lamb chops, and a few cold dishes, and your specialty dishes, make up a meal, a soup, and twelve dishes."

Yuan Kehua looked at Lin Yao, then at the waiter, and said in a muffled voice: "The food behind is something that the Tang people need to eat, so don't fool us with American style."

The waiter smiled, obviously understanding Yuan Kehua's words.

Yuan Kehua had been a dull gourd for a day. At this time, he saw everyone looking at him and said expressionlessly: "I heard that many overseas Chinese restaurants have dishes divided into American and Tang styles. They sound the same name, and they are almost the same as two dishes."

"Just you know a lot, have tea!"

Lin Yao smiled, then looked at the old man on the stage and asked the waiter: "Can you let the old man say a few words? It's hard to hear storytelling at home. We won't let the old man say it in vain."

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The waiter was a little embarrassed. The old man only spoke at noon and evening, and usually had to stop his throat in the afternoon.

Lin Yao said it was in vain. Who knows how much he paid? He asked the old man to speak storytelling alone. The charges were not low. If he was reluctant to pay after he finished speaking, there would be too many things in the end.

"Eddie!"

Lin Yao gestured a universal gesture of money.

Both sides were speaking Chinese just now, and Eddie didn't understand what everyone was saying. She took out her wallet in a daze and muttered, "What did you say to them?"

"Please listen to a storytelling."

Lin Yao took the wallet and took out a stack from it. He glanced at it and found that there were seventeen or eighteen pieces, all of which were 100 denominations. He didn't care, so he stuffed it directly into the waiter: "Let the old man have a paragraph, and he said it well and there is a reward."

The waiter smiled and said, "The old man was talking about storytelling, so he pointed at this to have a meal."

It took more than a dozen hundred-dollar bills to be made in half a month. This time I met a rich man, and the waiter was also happy for the old man.

He walked over, muttered a few words, and pointed to Lin Yao's guests.

The old man put down the book, stood up and hugged his fists, and asked in Tang Dynasty dialect with a Shandong accent: "Did you come from my hometown? Which passage do you want to hear?"

"Let's kill Huaxiong with some warm wine."

There are many scripts about storytelling, which are taken from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms to kill Hua Xiong, and are even more important in the storytelling industry.

The old man laughed as soon as he heard this. He could recite the storytelling of Hua Xiong with a warm wine at the age of six. It would be exciting to say this.

clang!!

A slap of the auspicious wood, and a sip of tea moistened his throat. The old man picked up the fan and raised it up, and opened his voice: "In front of Sishui Pass, the general Hua Xiong was brave and stationed in front of Sishui Pass. He had blocked the 18 princes' attacks on ten days, and even killed Yu She, Pan Feng, Zu Mao and other ten generals. He was really majestic!"

"When the princes saw that the Sishui Pass was difficult to capture for a long time, their depression became stronger. On this day, they held another meeting to discuss a good plan to break the Sishui Pass."

"Who is there at Sishui Pass? General Hua Xiong!"

"If you want to break through the Sishui Pass, someone must deal with Hua Xiong. No one will deal with Hua Xiong. If you let him rush into the military formation, how can ordinary soldiers resist it."

"Who will go?"

"The princes looked at each other without saying a word. As the saying goes, a thousand troops are easy to get, but a general is hard to find. Hua Xiong is now in the limelight, and no one wants the powerful generals under his command to be damaged."

"As the leader of the eighteen princes, Yuan Shao saw everyone bowing his head and sighed: I have two generals, Yan Liang and Wen Chou. If there is one here today, it will not make Hua Xiong show his might. Please rest assured. I have divorced a letter to go to Hebei and summon Yan Liang and Wen Chou to come, swearing to break his Sishui Pass."

"Everyone looked at each other, Yan Liang and Wen Chou were far away in the north, but Hua Xiong was close to him, what's the use of saying these?"

"When Yan Liang and Wen Chou arrived, ten days and half a month have passed. As soon as winter begins, everyone will go home as soon as possible and don't think about Hua Xiong."

"A group of people looked at me, and I looked at you, and they were speechless. The scene was very awkward."

"Suddenly, a sneer came from the silence, breaking the dead silence in the camp."

"Yuan Shao was angry when he heard this. He was discussing state affairs here. The topic is so serious. Who dares to laugh? Who are you laughing about?"

"Looking up, I saw a big man with a big face like a heavy date and a long beard and breast at the end of the camp. Look carefully, I don't know you!"

Lin Yao and others were having a meal and listening to storytelling with relish.

As the saying goes, the food is not good enough, so I come to make a storytelling and eat it while listening. Originally, it was only a medium-sized meal, but it has a different flavor when I put it in my mouth.

Eddie couldn't understand Tang Yu, just like watching a pantomime, watching the old man gesture.

A true storyteller emphasizes continuous speech and painting. Painting is a painting of strokes, which means drawing the scene at that time in body language.

With the vivid micro-expression, he couldn't understand the meaning and could understand the gestures. Eddie was watching it attentively.

Dingling ring

Just as I was listening, someone entered the restaurant again.

There are quite a few people coming, five or six, each with yellow hair and big gold chains, which is almost like we are from society.

When the storyteller saw it, the storyteller stopped and obviously recognized the person.

"Who is this?"

Lin Yao glanced at the person coming and asked Eddie in a low voice.

Eddie looked at it and replied: "It should be the people from Hehetu, the local Tang Dynasty gang, belonging to Hongmen, and Nancheng District and Chinatown are their spheres of influence."

When Lin Yao was in Hong Kong Island, he had a close relationship with He Liansheng. He knew that Hongmen was a big sign, divided into overseas Hongmen and local Hongmen.

Hongmen overseas has a very powerful force, and basically every city with Chinatown has a company named "Han".

Of course, these companies may not necessarily be related to each other. Some are even impostors. Many do not recognize the Hongmen Hall in San Francisco, but they are similar in teachings in the gang, and there are similar relationships between companies.

"Chang's family, it's time to pay the health fee this month, the manager came out and said."

The people came and made a fuss. Soon the Chang family came out and invited the group into the private room on the second floor.

It took only ten minutes before and the other party left with satisfaction.

It seems that I got what I want.

"Hehetu!"
Chapter completed!