ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
Chapter 26. Go home

The clouds were cloudy in the sky all of a sudden, the boat that brought Zhao Juren across it unknowingly had reached across the river. This river is another border that separates the region between the land of Niang and the land of Yan.

Zhao Juren was like a numb person, she could not see clearly what was in front of her. His mind floated like a cloud, floating like a kiambang.

"Sir, we're here." The voice of the father of the boat owner was almost inaudible to Zhao Juren's ears.

Jiu Fei's truth is taking control of her head. Regrets were like searching every space of his soul.

In this world, what is seen before the eyes is not necessarily true.

Zhao Juren set her foot back on Yan's land after a long time, she returned home. Get off that boat, man, without saying much he gave some coins from the waist bag that Xue Xue had given him before then down the riverbank a few jokes and then arrived at a small fishing village. The modest settlement greeted him with a restaurant that was not as large.

Tiredness, soul and body made Zhao Juren's body like it had just risen from a long illness.

His knees were slightly wobbly and his body felt floating.

"Master, let's go in." A man in a lush body and a witty distended stomach came up to him, his narrow eyes squeaking kindly, his shabby apron looking charcoal stained.

"It looks like you're from a long trip. Sir is hungry." He stretched out his right hand while bowing, allowing Zhao Juren into his shop which seemed to be soaring smoke from in front of him.

A young man and a fairly old woman were seen joking in front of the burning furnace. In front of him, some fish appear to be being burned with in a banana leaf wrap.

The smell of cooking immediately absorbed Zhao Juren's olfactory, tickling her nerves, hunger rising without warning.

"Yes, I'm hungry." Zhao Juren held her stomach and without being asked twice she immediately entered the tavern.

"Master isn't wrong to stop by at Wangyu's tavern. Here we provide a special menu that you will not be able to find anywhere. Fresh Wu guo fish burnt in leaves. You can enjoy it with rice and Releng sauce amazing." The owner of this store is really extraordinary in introducing the menu of the store. Before Zhao Juren sat down he had already been raving incessantly.

"Rubber Sauce?" Zhao Juren's eyebrows rose, he had never heard of the name of the sauce in the Yanzhi area.

"Sttt.that's the name of the sauce made by combining the spices of Yanzhi and Nanxing regions, sir." The round-faced shopkeeper lowered his voice while placing his index finger in front of his lips.

"We concocted it ourselves, Releng sauce it is a combination of cold and spicy flavor that is hot on the tongue after we eat it.

This typical traditional sauce is made from Nanxing pepper, chili from the Yanshan slopes, oils, and spices of Yanzhi origin. We caught it from this river, guo fish." The owner of the store said in half a whisper, very clear he was proud of what was being told.

Zhao Juren stared at the owner of the tavern unblinkingly, only this time did she hear such cuisine, combining spices from two hostile countries.

"Master, where are you from? The waders from Nanxing? or...or the Yanzhie people who want to cross?" He asked half-bendingly, as if it was a secret talk.

"Oh.me..me...me..." Zhao Juren scratched her head in a bit of confusion. No one knew him, if he was a great general in Yubei.

"Is there some kind of thing here?" Zhao Juren stupefied.

"Akh, sir don't pretend. I know very well, the cloth you are using is made from Niang's black silk, only the model is made as if it were Yanzhi area clothing." The owner of the tavern patted Zhao Juren on the shoulder while laughing out loud. His body shook funny, as if it had just caught a wet amateur conman who was trying to trick him.

Zhao Juren once again scratched her non-itchy head.

"Will I be able to taste that amazing guo fish and relay sauce now?" Zhao Juren asked then while grinning. His stomach was no longer able to compromise, he had forgotten when the last time he had actually eaten properly.

"Oh, yes..astaga!" The owner of the shop stopped his laughter while patting his eel.

"Your trial will be here soon, sir." He screamed as he walked away.

Zhao Juren sighed, a maid in her teens, still a category of children carrying a tray containing a pot of warm tea and a glass of pottery. He simply nodded his head in a condolence, placed the tray on the table and left it after letting Zhao Juren drink it.

Zhao Juren was never served, even for a cup of tea someone would pour it for her. Now he sits himself against that simple wooden table, serving himself as a people who are not even known at all, like a wandering traveler who is stopping by.

"Let's Master, Guo burn you already came..." Before long, only Zhao Juren looked at a glass of tea, the owner of the shop who liked to talk back with the male waiter who had burned fish in front of the shop.

"Ming, put it here. This young master had to eat a lot before continuing his journey." the shop owner dropped off a large plate of fish complete with a sausage sprinkled with chili slices, a jingu mushroom a type of enoki mushroom and mint leaves.

The smoke soared thinly, indicating that the dish had just risen from the fire, with a bowl of warm white rice. The dish in front of Zhao Juren was truly appetizing.

"Please enjoy, sir..." The owner of the tavern prepared to turn away but Zhao Juren held him by the arm.

"Yes, sir? what's up?" The owner glared in surprise.

Zhao Juren circulated a glance, the small tavern was deserted of visitors except for a couple who were sitting facing the window. They talk while eating fish soup.

"If you're not busy, can you come with me to eat?" Zhao Juren asked.

"Well?!" The owner of the store gawked, only this time he received the request of the strange visitor.

"Sttt.I am a wanderer from Niang just want to take a walk here, supposedly he said in Yanzhi a lot of good food. I'm a person who likes to eat." Zhao Juren said with a slight whisper. The tavern owner's laughter broke, his face reddened in satisfaction because his guess was correct.

"Ha.ha.ha..of course I don't guess mister, just one look I know that mister is a wanderer from across. Don't worry, sir as long as you're a political intruder, you'll be safe." The owner of the tavern pulled out a wooden chair in front of Zhao Juren then sat down with a carefree face.

"How do you know I'm not a political intruder?" Zhao Juren asked as she started picking up chopsticks.