After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

Chapter 38

Being watched by Qin Tang and Qi Ru's eyes full of thirst for knowledge, Jing Hong said "tsk": "I said what I said, you two squatted in other people's yard last night and didn't see why. How else can I know what Liu Xubai is thinking?"

but--

He secretly cast his gaze at Shu Nong.

Liu Xubai was stunned like this, something is really wrong.

In the past 600 years, Liu Xubai has achieved fame and fame. At the same time, his deeds of killing the Demon Lord and saving the world have spread far and wide, because he has a deep love for Shu Nong and never forgets him.

In addition, Mingyue, who looks somewhat like Shu Nong, was raised in the palace openly. There are many profit-seeking people in the world. There are many people who deliberately find people who look similar to Shu Nong to curry favor with him. People like Shu Nong, but Liu Xubai has always refused to leave the palace, and Jing Hong has never seen him have the gaffe that Qin Tang said.

"Su does not hesitate..."

He murmured softly, maybe Qin Tang's guess was right, Liu Xubai might have discovered something that made him so recklessly believe that Su Buxi is Shu Nong.

Jing Hong's gaze shifted to the left subconsciously, just in time to bump into Shu Nong's sight.

She added too much pepper to the noodles, and her lips were red from the heat, but she had no other reaction except her lips. Others would unconsciously inhale to relieve the spicy taste in their mouths after eating spicy food, but she even frowned. She didn't even wrinkle, she was calm and composed, like a bowl of noodles that she had made red, no different from the pastry on her left.

Su took the tea offered by Yan Changan without hesitation, eyes slightly bent, a smile appeared, with a little banter, he raised the teacup to Jing Hongyao, and Yan Changan turned his head back following her movements.

Jing Hong subconsciously avoids the sight of the two of them, his heart beats faster, he can't explain why, obviously Su didn't hesitate to do anything, but he just saw Shu Nong's shadow in her eyes.

Perhaps, Liu Xubai is not in a daze anymore.

He really saw Shu Nong.

There are too many doubts about this matter, and it is too appalling.

Whether it is returning the soul from a dead body, or resurrecting the dead, it is impossible to exist in this world.

Jing Hong thought, he needs to confirm it by himself.

Shu Nong licked his slightly red and swollen lips, poured himself a sip of herbal tea, and sighed contentedly: "It's still comfortable to eat spicy food."

Although she can't taste other flavors except spicy, but she is not human after all, is she?She can still taste a spicy taste, she is already very satisfied!
She casually held a piece of pastry with unknown taste, stuffed a piece into Yan Changan's hand, propped her chin and asked him, "Take a piece, what does it taste like?"

Yan Changan glanced at her, then lowered his head and took a bite of the turquoise pastry as he said.

"Sweet." He said truthfully.

"Ah?" Shu Nong was disappointed for a moment, then picked up another crescent-shaped white pastry and handed it to Yan Changan, "What about this one?"

Yan Changan took another bite and was silent for a moment: "...there is no difference."

He took a look at the last yellow and white pastry in Shu Nong's hands, guessing that the last one had the same sweet taste.

The three kinds that Shu Nong chose are all Ping An cakes from the mountain, and the taste is the same. The vendor probably just wanted to make more tricks to attract customers, but she didn't expect that she would misunderstand it as different tastes.

Fortunately, she did not continue to let him taste the third flavor, but chewed the green pastry in her hand bit by bit, muttering: "Then why do you have to make it into three shapes?"

"It's always like this now." Yan Chang'an rarely explained much, raising his hand like Jing Hong to form a sound-proof barrier, "Many things have a variety of tricks to attract customers, and sometimes the taste is not the most important thing."

"Ah—" Shu Nong suddenly realized, "I understand, after all, you have money when you have customers, and who would have trouble with money."

She broke off the pastry and dipped the noodle bowl with a scary red layer of noodle soup floating in it. Yan Changan's temples twitched violently when she saw it, but Shu Nong didn't seem to feel it herself. Every time she took a bite, she would squint her eyes in satisfaction: "Isn't Yamashita selling spicy pastries?"

Yan Changan frowned slightly: "Where will anyone sell spicy pastries, unless you do it yourself—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Shu Nong's eyes lit up and his eyes were piercing.

Yan Changan put down his chopsticks, remained silent for a moment, and decided to dispel her thoughts: "...I won't, don't think about it."

The noodle soup in his bowl is in stark contrast to that in Shu Nong's bowl, one is clear soup with little water, and the other has a spicy taste. The tip of Yan Chang'an's nose, apart from the aroma of his own bowl of noodles, from time to time, the spicy taste from Shu Nong's side is forcefully squeezed in. Come on, give him the illusion that he too has eaten a mouthful of peppers.

"That's it." Shu Nong said regretfully, "It's a pity that I haven't cooked rice before, otherwise I'd better go down the mountain and let the store cook it, and the taste will be better."

No, Yan Changan said in his heart, no matter how good the craftsmanship of the shop at the bottom of the mountain is, I'm afraid they haven't made spicy pastries, not to mention that her requirement for the degree of spiciness is not low.

Does Sword Spirit like spicy food?

He remembered that Shu's family was in Yuanzhou, and the eating habits there didn't seem to be spicy.

He watched Shu Nong put the pastry soaked in red oil into his mouth, and he could hardly taste the original taste, and suddenly asked tentatively: "Can't you taste other flavors?"

Shu Nong paused slightly, licked his slightly red and swollen lips, didn't intend to hide it from Yan Chang'an, and said with a smile: "It's about the same, sweet and bitter, spicy is easier for me to taste."

Although it can't be said to be a normal taste experience in terms of spiciness, but compared to other sweet, sour, bitter and salty tastes that can hardly be felt, this spiciness is much better, enough to make her content with it.

"It seems that I forgot to tell you." She lowered her eyebrows pitifully, and didn't even eat the pastry in her hand. "That's why I want spicy pastry, not pastry, other things are fine."

With her head down, she dejectedly put the remaining cakes that hadn't been stained with red oil back on the plate. While drooping her eyebrows and eyes sadly, she secretly opened her eyelids to observe Yan Chang'an's expression.

Yan Changan had a panoramic view of her small movements, her throat moved slightly, and just as she opened her mouth, Shu Nong stretched out her hand to arrange the pastries on the plate one by one, and said in frustration: "It seems that I have to grab a store down the mountain to come up."

Yan Chang quietly looked at her like this, his brows and eyes were slightly tinged with a smile for a moment, and he sighed softly, quite helplessly: "I can try."

Shu Nong changed his face in an instant, smiling like a flower, and brought the prepared pastries together with the plate to Yan Changan: "Really?! Then I will give these to you, so that you can study the recipe."

"Sure enough." She said with a smile, "Qing Guang did not pick the wrong person, and I did not pick the wrong person either."

(End of this chapter)