Chapter 228 The Dead Chef
Old women are used to seeing these well-dressed ladies from aristocratic families, and most of them are unwilling to say a few words to vulgar old people like them.
Seeing that she did not accept the broken silver, she turned around tremblingly and prepared to go back to work.
At this moment, following the sound of wind and snow outside the window, the clear and pleasant voice of the girl sounded leisurely: "When I was a child, my mother once warned me that a porridge and a meal are hard-earned. Lu Hengnian was in dire financial straits.”
My mother taught her very little, so she remembered everything very clearly.
The old woman chuckled twice and said nothing.
Soon, Balian came back in the wind and snow.
He shook the snowflakes off the glass umbrella, sat down, and placed the breakfast snacks he bought on the table one by one.
He took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and sealed the mouth with white oil paper and string. A piece of red paper was pasted on the outside of the porcelain bottle, with three small words "Sweet Soy Milk" written in thick ink.
As soon as Fang Geyu warmed her hands, the bottle of sweet soy milk was unsealed and put into her palm.
She was sure, looking at the mouth of the small porcelain bottle in her palm that was emitting white warm mist, with the sweet fragrance of beans.
The table that originally contained soup bowls and small plates is now filled with steamed dumplings, white soup potato flour pancakes, mixed rice noodles, and some snacks that I can’t name.
There are many styles, but each food is very delicate and small. I think I am afraid of wasting it and I can’t eat it.
Bailian brushed off the white snow on his sleeves, looked at her and said with a smile: "The snack street in Xianling City seems to be very good, so I bought some of them all, you eat first, I have something I want to tell you in detail."
Fang Geyu took a sip of the sweet soy milk without asking anything, and the hot and sweet taste spread between his lips and teeth.
So sweet.
The original spicy pain on the tip of the tongue was immediately overtaken by the warm, sweet milk breath.
She couldn't help but licked the corners of her lips, and was thinking about picking up a piece of steamed dumplings when a chopstick was handed over steadily, and a fat white dumpling was placed on the small plate in front of her. medium, and was dipped in soy sauce and vinegar very carefully. It looked very appetizing.
Fang Geyu looked at the little dumplings for a while, and a strange illusion suddenly arose in his heart.
Isn’t she raising a little corpse demon?
How does it feel... to be supported by him in turn?
How does this work?
I ate the dumplings a little unhappily, while I was wondering how to eat this bowl of spicy noodle soup.
Bailian took the bowl of Bashu noodles, placed it in front of him, and took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick basket.
Fang Geyu raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "What are you doing?"
Balian also imitated her actions just now, scooped up a spoonful of soup with a spoon, blew on it twice, and drank it.
Fang Geyu's eyes widened: "Hey, you..."
Bailian looked over, smiled at her, and said: "I told you earlier, belly I'm hungry."
"Then you can't eat this either," Fang Geyu said anxiously.
Bailian coughed lightly: "It's a bit spicy."
Fang Geyu frowned and finally noticed something was wrong: "Spicy?"
The corpse demon has no sense of taste, let alone eat human food. They cannot digest food and obtain the nutrients in it. If they eat human food by mistake, Things will accumulate in the body and will be vomited out after a few days.
This process of vomiting is very uncomfortable.
So the corpse demon will never touch other food except blood.
This world is extremely unfair to corpse demons and full of malice. Even if it is heaven and earth spiritual objects, rare materials, fairy grass or elixirs, to them, the corpse demons can only absorb one tenth of it. two. Eating useless things will only put unnecessary burden on the corpse demon's body.
But now he said...it's a bit spicy.
Fang Geyu frowned and thought for a moment, then said: "Don't try to fool me."
Looking at him slowly scooping up the noodle soup and drinking it, he didn't even glance at the red oil. For a moment, if you really think it's spicy, how can you remain calm like this?
Bailian picked up the fat round noodles and took a few bites. He coughed lightly and his usually pale face turned a little rosy: "No, I'm not teasing you. I can really do this. Eat the taste.”
He picked up a thin piece of beef and said: "This should be braised with a special sauce. Although it is extremely spicy in the mouth, it is still a little sweet."
Fang Geyu took his chopsticks from his chopsticks dubiously Put the beef on top and take a small bite like a cat picking up food.
Swallow.
The fair complexion that had just returned suddenly turned red again. She covered her chest again and coughed until her body trembled. She quickly threw the beef back to him and drank a few mouthfuls of milk before she recovered. Come.
She looked at Balian in confusion: "Why is this beef so braised? It's so spicy!"
But what shocked her even more was that Balian didn't lie.
This beef is really sweet.
He can actually taste the noodles.
Bailian turned his head and glanced at the old lady in front of the stove. The old lady was also looking at him with gentle and loving eyes. She nodded slightly at him and said with a smile: "This young gentleman It’s really amazing. There’s no one in the entire Xianling City who can’t help but He ate my bowl of noodles without coughing or wheezing. He must be from the same hometown as the old woman, right?”
Bailian’s eyes fell on the tablecloth under the plate and bowl, and his eyes moved slightly. He chuckled and said, "Auntie is from Zhongyou?"
The old woman lowered her head to peel garlic. The firelight from the candlestick reflected the wrinkles on her old face in a quiet orange color.
The white-haired face was filled with Wen Ning's nostalgia. She seemed to sigh: "Yes, old lady, I have been away from Zhongyou for more than fifty years with my old man. The appearance of my hometown, Never forgotten for a moment
The old man looked at Bailian. , in his eyes is the kindness and warmth of meeting people from his hometown.
“People in the world have great prejudice against people who come from Zhongyou. There are only two Zhongyou people in Xianling City: me and my old man. Now that the old man is gone, I can meet my fellow villagers here, and the old woman is happy. ”
Bailian didn't respond for a moment, lowered his head and took two bites of noodles, his eyelashes lowered to hide the emotions in his eyes.
After a long while, he raised his eyebrows, smiled warmly, and said, "Well, I am also very happy to meet an old friend in a foreign country."
Fang Geyu frowned at him, and for a moment I don't even know what to say.
Because she already knew why Balian, who could not taste all kinds of delicacies in the world, could taste the taste of noodle soup in this small shop at this moment.
The land of Zhongyou is the Nether Palace of the human world, an ancient dynasty where heroic spirits gather, connecting the human world and the underworld.
Most of the native people in Zhongyou are practitioners of trickery.
This old woman, who looks ordinary, must also have some magic related to deception.
This Bashu noodle shop is made by this old woman. People can eat it, and ghosts can also eat it.
In the land of Zhongyou, there is a profession called the chef of the dead.
(End of this chapter)