Ye Ziyun looked at it for a long time. The dog dealer thought that Ye Ziyun would buy the little yellow dog, but Ye Ziyun turned around and left without any nostalgia at all.
After wandering around the town for a long time, Ye Ziyun came to a teahouse.
This teahouse can be seen to be old, the furnishings are all antique, and most of the guests sitting in the lobby are old people.
When Ye Ziyun saw that there was no room left in this place, he planned to leave.
But on a table in the corner, a man in brocade attire waved to Ye Ziyun.
"Little brother, there is only one person here, so you might as well sit with me."
Ye Ziyun did not refuse, walked over and sat opposite the man in brocade clothes.
The man in brocade clothes has an ordinary appearance, with two beards on his mouth, making him look more mature.
"What do you call your little brother?"
"Ye Ziyun."
"Ye Ziyun? Haha, the name little brother reminds me of an old friend I haven't seen for a long time."
Hearing this, Ye Ziyun glanced at the man in brocade clothes curiously while listening to the storyteller's voice in the lobby.
"My name is Huang Fusheng. If this little brother is from Fuyun Town, you should have heard of my name, right?"
"No."
"Ahem,
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That’s okay.”
The man in brocade is none other than Huang Fusheng, an old friend whom Ye Qingyun met back then.
Although hundreds of years have passed, Huang Fusheng is still living well because his life span was changed by Ye Qingyun back then.
There's nothing old-fashioned about it.
Even Huang Fusheng himself felt that his appearance was a bit too young, which would inevitably make the younger generations in the family feel weird, so he grew a beard.
Today's Huang family is more prosperous than before.
People from the Huang family can be found everywhere in the Southern Wasteland.
Most of the shops in Fuyun Town belong to the Huang family.
The same is true for this teahouse.
Huang Fusheng's father, Huang Laohan, spent his whole life telling stories in this teahouse, and even died on the storytelling table.
Now Huang Fusheng is the owner of this teahouse, and he always likes to come here to listen to books and reminisce about his father and the past years.
Although Huang Fusheng was a mortal, he could see that Ye Ziyun was not an ordinary person.
Not only his name, but also because Huang Fusheng saw that this young man had a similar appearance to Ye Qingyun.
It's almost carved from the same mold.
Huang Fusheng naturally guessed that this child was related to Ye Qingyun.
He is probably Ye Qingyun's son.
After listening to the story, Ye Ziyun was about to leave, but Huang Fusheng left him behind and prepared a sumptuous banquet for Ye Ziyun.
Ye Ziyun is not pretentious, just eat if someone invites you to eat.
As a result, Ye Ziyun's expression changed before he had even taken two bites of the dish.
“Not very tasty.”
Huang Fusheng on the side couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
"It makes me laugh, my little brother. The cook in the teahouse is really not good at cooking."
Ye Ziyun thought for a moment.
"I'll do it."
"What?"
"Take me to the kitchen and I'll try it."
"this"
Huang Fusheng hesitated for a moment, then took Ye Ziyun to the kitchen.
Ye Ziyun looked around the kitchen, then started his performance and started working in the kitchen.
This made the ten disciples who were secretly staring at Ye Ziyun confused.
I'm a good boy!
This terrifying great god actually left it here to stir-fry?
Chapter completed!