long night walk

Chapter 229 Death Chef
The old lady is used to seeing these well-dressed ladies from aristocratic families, and most of them don't want to have a few words with vulgar old people like them.

Seeing that she didn't accept the broken money, she turned around tremblingly, ready to go back to work.

At this moment, following the sound of wind and snow outside the window, the girl's clear and pleasant voice rang out: "When I was young, my mother warned me that every porridge and meal should be thought of as hard-won. .”

Mother taught her very few things, so she remembered everything very clearly.

The old woman chuckled twice, but said nothing.

Soon, Bai Lian came back through the wind and snow.

He shook the snowflakes off the glazed umbrella, and after sitting down, he put the breakfast snacks he bought on the table one by one.

He took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, sealed the mouth with white oiled paper and string, and stuck a piece of red paper on the outside of the porcelain bottle, with "Sweet Soy Milk" written in three thick and small characters.

As soon as Fang Geyu's hands warmed up, the bottle of sweet soy milk was unsealed and put into her palm.

She was certain, looking at the mouth of the small porcelain bottle in the palm of her hand was exuding a white mist of warmth, with the sweet fragrance of beans.

The table where soup bowls and small dishes were originally placed is now filled with steamed dumplings, white soup and potato flour cakes, clear noodles, and some unnamed samples for eating.

There are many styles, but each food is exquisite and small, and I am afraid of wasting it and can't eat it.

Bai Lian 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, I just bought some of them, you eat first, I have something to ask Tell you in detail."

Fang Geyu didn't ask anything, took a sip of sweet soy milk, 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 suddenly overwhelmed by the warm sweet milk breath.

She couldn't help but licked the corners of her lips. Just as she was about to pick up a piece of steamed dumpling, a chopstick was passed over steadily, and she placed a fat, white dumpling on the small plate in front of her, and carefully After dipping in the sauce and vinegar, it looks very appetizing.

Fang Geyu looked at the little dumpling in a daze for a while, and a strange illusion suddenly arose in his heart.

Isn't she raising the little corpse demon?
How does it feel... being fed by him in turn.

How does this work?
I ate the dumplings with some displeasure, and was wondering how to eat this bowl of spicy noodle soup.

Bai Lian brought the bowl of Bashu noodles over, placed it in front of him, and took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopsticks basket.

Fang Geyu raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "What are you doing?"

Bai Lian also imitated her action just now, scooped up a spoonful of soup with a spoon, blew a couple of sips, and drank it.

Fang Geyu's eyes widened: "Hey, you..."

Bai Lian looked over, smiled at her, and said, "I told you earlier, I'm hungry."

"Then you can't eat this either." Fang Geyu said anxiously.

Bai Lian coughed lightly: "It's a bit spicy."

Fang Geyu frowned, and finally noticed something was wrong: "Spicy?"

Corpse demons have no sense of taste, and they cannot eat human food. They cannot digest food and obtain the nutrients in it. If they eat human food by mistake, it will accumulate in the body and vomit out after a few days.

This vomiting process is very uncomfortable.

Therefore, except for blood, the corpse demon will never touch other food again.

This world is extremely unfair and full of malice to the corpse demons. Even if it is the spiritual objects of heaven and earth, precious materials, fairy grasses, or elixir, for them, the corpse demons can only absorb one-tenth of it.

Eating useless things will only bring unnecessary burdens to the corpse demon's body.

But now he said... a bit spicy.

Fang Geyu frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Don't play tricks on me."

Seeing him slowly scooping up the noodle soup and drinking it without even glancing at the red oil, if he really thinks it's spicy, how can he keep his expression on like this.

Bai Lian picked up the fat round noodles and ate a few mouthfuls, coughed lightly, his usual pale face turned a little more rosy: "No, I'm not kidding you, I can really taste this."

He picked up a thin piece of beef and said, "This should be marinated with a special sauce. Although it is extremely spicy, it still has a little sweetness."

Fang Geyu dubiously snatched the beef from his chopsticks, and took a small bite like a cat grabbing food.

swallow.

The complexion that had just recovered to fairness suddenly turned red again, and she held her chest and coughed until her body trembled. She quickly threw the beef back to him, drank a few sips of milk, and then regained her strength.

She looked at Bai Li'an in disbelief: "Why is this beef stewed, it's so spicy!"

But what shocked her even more was that Bai Lian didn't lie.

This beef is really sweet.

He can really taste the taste of this small noodle.

Bai Lian turned his head to look at the old lady in front of the stove, and the old lady was also casting a gentle and loving look at him, nodded slightly at him, and said with a smile: "This little gentleman is really powerful, the whole fairy There is no one in Lingcheng who can eat my bowl of noodles without coughing or wheezing, so he must be from the same village as the old lady, right?"

Bai Lian's eyes fell on the tablecloth under the dish, his eyes moved slightly, and he smiled lightly, "Auntie is from Zhongyou?"

The old woman lowered her head to peel the garlic, and the light from the candlestick reflected the wrinkles on her old face in a peaceful orange color.

The white-haired face carried the nostalgia of Wen Ning, she seemed to sigh: "Yes, old lady, I have been away from Zhongyou for more than 50 years with my old man, and I have never forgotten the appearance of my hometown.

It's just that the old man left seven years ago, and he can't go back in this piece of Xianling City, so I'll stay here with him, my wife. "

The old man looked at Bai Li'an with the kindness and warmth of meeting people in his hometown.

"People in the world have a great prejudice against those who come from Zhongyou. The only Zhongyou people in Xianling City are me and my old man. Now that the old man is gone, the old lady is very happy to meet my fellow countrymen here."

Bai Lian didn't respond for a while, and lowered his head to eat two mouthfuls of noodles, his eyelashes drooping to hide the emotions in his eyes.

After a while, he raised his eyebrows, smiled warmly, and said, "Well, I am also very happy to meet an old friend in a foreign land."

Fang Geyu frowned and looked at him, not knowing what to say for a while.

Because she already knew why Bai Lian, who couldn't taste all kinds of flavors in the world, could taste the noodle soup from this small shop at this moment.

The Land of the Netherworld is the Underworld Mansion in the human world, an ancient dynasty where heroic spirits gather, connecting the human world with the underworld.

Most of the local people in Zhongyou are practitioners of cunning ways.

This ordinary-looking old woman must also have some tricks involved.

This Bashu small noodle, the food made by the old lady herself, can be eaten by people, and ghosts can also eat it.

In the land of the secluded, there is a profession called a dead cook.

(End of this chapter)