Dressed as a villain: I rely on an iron pot to revive the world of immortals!

Chapter 12 Find the Difference
Seeing that Lin Qing and his party did not catch up, Chen Muxue began to walk back leisurely around the road.

There is no way, after all, there is only one restaurant in the town, and the others are snack shops.

And it stands to reason that no one will wait in place, right?
Humming and dangling, Chen Muxue bought a basket of bamboo shoots for two Wen.

I don't know if the bamboo shoots made from wood spirit root and water spirit root will have a special flavor.

Staggering into the restaurant, the waiter glanced at Chen Muxue, and immediately waved his hand like chasing flies: "Go, go, we don't accept bamboo shoots here, we have a regular supply."

Chen Muxue was stunned for a moment, and then smiled casually: "I'm not here to sell bamboo shoots, call your shopkeeper, I have something to discuss with him."

The waiter looked at Chen Muxue again, and then he said, "Girl, if you're not here for dinner, go away, we're busy here."

Chen Muxue looked at her attire, the dress made of fine cotton was plain and unpretentious, and the clothes were quite old, plus the muddy water from the fight just now, at first glance she was indeed quite embarrassing.

Although the waiter in this shop sees people as inferior, we have to convince them with reasoning.

Chen Muxue took off the iron pot behind his back and weighed it: "Little brother, think about it, we are not bragging about this pot."

The iron pan cooperated very well, and the light flickered for a while.

The waiter saw that Chen Muxue was holding such a thick iron pot, but somehow it gave people the feeling of holding a fly swatter, so he couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Hey, let's talk about it... boy, I'll call the shopkeeper!" The waiter nodded and ran away.

At this time, the shopkeeper was welcoming a distinguished guest on the second floor.

"Immortal Head, please! The arrival of the Immortal Head this time really makes the shop flourish!"

Cen Lizhui, who is dressed in the iconic white clothes of the Immortal Gate, has one hand behind his back, and is meticulous. Even if he walks in Chen Pu's small restaurant, it gives people the illusion of walking among the pavilions and corridors of the Immortal Palace.

He sat down gracefully, and the nondescript cubicle suddenly became a landscape painting.

The shopkeeper swallowed a little, not daring to breathe.

What happened today? First, he was a disciple of the Liuyun Sect, and now he is the boss of the Immortal Sect!

What kind of wind was able to blow the boss of Xianmen into his ordinary small restaurant?
Although I know that in this world, there are many cultivators who pursue delicious food like the sixth elder of Liuyunzong, but...

It's not that he doesn't know the taste of his own food, he is still very self-aware!
The compartments are very simple. They are called "rooms", but they are simply separated by screens.

Through the hollow pattern of the screen, Cen Lizhui clearly saw Chen Muxue waiting downstairs, and he nodded with satisfaction: "This location is good."

You can't eat it secretly at Qiandingmen, so I just eat it openly here.

His gaze was fixed on the covered basket that Chen Muxue placed on the table.

"Is that so...haha! Look, this is our signature dish..." The shopkeeper carefully handed over a bamboo book with a bit of pulp.

"Shopkeeper, there is a girl downstairs looking for you." The waiter found the shopkeeper at this time.

The shopkeeper resisted the urge to slap the waiter on the head, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Don't you have eyes to see who is sitting here?"

The shop clerk glanced carefully and shivered: "This..."

"Since someone is looking for it, don't make people wait too long."

Cen Li looked at the bamboo book menu, his eyes flashed with disgust.

Hey, it's all wrapped up, how many people have cheated on this?
He originally wanted to drink tea to hide his emotions, but when the teacup was brought in front of him, he hesitated.

There is a layer of oily flowers floating on the tea...

Cen Lizhui silently put down his teacup and looked downstairs. There were not too many guests, but they definitely couldn't be said to be too few.

Maybe it's because there is only this restaurant in the whole town.

The shopkeeper didn't expect Cen Lizhui to say this, he was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the woman downstairs.

Although the woman is dressed in ordinary clothes, her temperament is definitely not something that ordinary people can raise.

"There are a lot of fairy elders, so the younger one will go down first." The shopkeeper backed out with a flattering smile.

Just when Chen Muxue was about to get impatient, she finally saw the shop waiter coming out with a man with a big belly, and Dang even knew that this was the shopkeeper.

"I don't know why the girl is looking for me?" The shopkeeper cupped his hands and asked.

Chen Muxue cut to the chase: "Master, this is my homemade pickled radish, try it."

As she said that, she opened the lid of the basket, and the pickled radish strips were intertwined in the bowl, like a pile of clear white jade, dotted with ruby-like chili flakes. The moment the lid was opened, the sweet and sour taste came out.

"Ah Choo!" The shopkeeper was unprepared for a moment and sneezed.

Maybe it was a little too fast.

Chen Muxue glanced at it, smiled and scratched her head: "I'm sorry I spilled the water."

Normally, because it is water, the smell will not be so easy to emit.

It's just that the sweet and sour water was sprinkled everywhere during the fight just now, the area spread out, and the volatilization speed accelerated.

In fact, sweet and sour water is usually not added to the dishes, but Chen Muxue was worried that the radish would be ugly if it was left out of the water for too long, and it would be bad if the radish looked ugly and could not be sold at a good price.

The shopkeeper rubbed his nose: "Miss, what do you mean?"

"Yo yo, look at my radish, it's white and bright, you smell my radish, it's sweet and sour..." Chen Muxue coughed lightly, "It's absolutely delicious, I'll sell you the recipe, how about it?"

The shopkeeper's expression changed slightly when he heard the words: "Oh? Then I have to try it out."

He picked up a radish and put it in his mouth, with a "click", accompanied by the crisp and refreshing taste, the sweet and sour taste immediately opened up his taste buds, and swallowed it in two or three, the shopkeeper suddenly felt that now he really wanted to have a bite of big meat .

"Okay, okay!" the shopkeeper said again and again, "Young lady is good at cooking, this is the first time I have eaten such pickles."

Traditional kimchi is mostly salty and sour, and it must be served with porridge, otherwise the saltiness will make people panic.But this pickled radish is sweet and sour, and people with a strong taste can eat it directly as a snack.

Chen Muxue had already observed what kind of dishes the customers in the restaurant were eating just now, and she thought to herself, there are more dishes that you have never eaten.

Alas, the people here are so foolish, heavy oil means good dishes, and not many seasonings are used, let alone picky about the heat and knife skills.

"Girl, since you're here to sell the formula, I'll give you a fair price." The shopkeeper saw a person out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes flickered, "Five hundred Wen, what do you think?"

"Five hundred Wen? Are you here to find fault?" Chen Muxue frowned.

"Hey, you can't say that. Look, there are other restaurants here. Our restaurant is not easy to open. Do you want to sell it?"

Before Chen Muxue could speak, a thick-backed and greasy man walked up to her: "You are a girl who sells recipes?"

The big man directly took a pickled radish with his swarthy and oily hand, and took a bite: "Bah! It's so sour, even five hundred coins is expensive!"

(End of this chapter)