"Did your father eat corn pancakes yesterday?"

Dong Ying was stunned for a moment and said: "My family often eats corn pancakes."

"My father-in-law should have a habit of soaking hard corn cakes in water, right?"

"Exactly." Dong Ying looked serious.

Li Qingxian said: "I just calculated my fortune and found that the corn pancakes you ate were stained with mold. In addition, your father's negligence last night allowed half of the corn pancakes to soak overnight. I couldn't bear to throw them away, so I ate them today."

Dong Ying's expression changed drastically and she said: "Before I went out this morning, my mother said that her stomach was a little uncomfortable."

"That's it. If nothing else, I'm afraid your daughter has vomiting and diarrhea and is looking for a doctor. You go quickly and use your true energy to cooperate with the doctor's treatment, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous." Li Qingxian said.

Dong Ying ran away, guarding the saber with her left hand. As she ran, she turned back and said, "If you can save my mother, you will be my great benefactor, Dong Ying. I owe you my life. If you lied to me, go to the dock!"

"Go to Ningshengtang." Li Qingxian shouted.

Dong Ying ran in a muffled voice.

"Qingxian, what's wrong?" Zheng Hui came over with someone.

Li Qingxian said: "Nothing."

"What's going on?" Yu Ping asked.

"We'll find out in the evening." Li Qingxian smiled.

"Mysterious, let's go and eat the mutton soup!" Yu Ping turned around and left.

Zheng Hui and Han Anbo looked at Li Qingxian curiously, but when they saw that Li Qingxian didn't say anything, they gave up.

Li Qingxian was thinking as he walked.

It seems that I tried my best not to use the Qi Watching Technique before I entered a high-level one, especially if it was a high-level one. I would be dizzy after using it once, and I would probably pass out after using it twice.

The qi-watching technique is indeed powerful, but what does that dead tree mean?

It seems to be related to fortune-telling. I seem to have learned it, but unfortunately the important memory is still vague.

After walking for a while, Yu Ping sniffed hard.

"arrive!"

The three of them followed the sound and saw Yu Ping walking in front, as if he had lost his soul, taking three steps at a time and then two steps at a time, turning into the alley that was about ten feet wide.

The three of them looked at each other, smiled, and walked in.

The mottled brick walls on both sides are covered with green moss, and the broken light gray stone road extends to Xile Street.

Outside the entrance of the alley, people were coming and going, and many voices merged into a buzzing sound, which became louder and louder.

The aroma flowing in the air is getting more and more intense.

After bypassing the dirty puddle, the three people walked out of the alley.

The various scenes in the market and the smell of fireworks swarmed up and enveloped the people.

Yu Ping quickened his pace again, and the three of them walked leisurely on the bumpy dirt road.

It's stinging... When the fried cake is put into the pan, it stirs up light smoke, and it smells greasy and fragrant when it gets into your nose.

Gurgling...under the billowing steam, the sauce-red meat undulated.

"Let's start the pot..." The lid of the pot was lifted, and the thick white mist dissipated, revealing the yellow steamed buns.

Li Qingxian looked at everything familiar, listened to the noisy sounds, and felt the joy of surviving the disaster.

In the peripheral vision, a fat and white man was waving vigorously.

Li Qingxian looked around and saw Yu Ping making fierce moves with his left hand, pointing at the lowered tables and chairs with his right hand, baring his teeth and glaring, shouting loudly.

"Hurry up, I've got a seat..."

The three of them quickened their pace.

The greasy white vertical striped cover trembled in the wind, and the dirty word "Zhang Ji" was clearly visible.

Six tables and benches were placed outside the shop, and a gold-lettered and black-backed plaque with Zhang Ji hung on the door of the shop.

Li Qingxian looked around and saw that the store was actually full of people, and there were even two tables sitting outside the store.

"Master Zheng is here! Sit down quickly, haggis or mutton?" Lao Zhang, who was so busy that his feet didn't even touch the floor, came over and looked at Zheng Hui enthusiastically while taking off the towel from his shoulders and wiping the table that was splashed with soup.

People nearby looked over and saw Jin Yi with a sword. Some of them shrank their necks, some swallowed, and some continued to eat with expressionless faces.

Zheng Hui waved his hand and said: "We are all friends, you are welcome. You are busy with your business, don't worry about me. Just four bowls of mutton soup, three hard white bread buns, and two cut into cubes."

Han Anbo interjected: "Give me four glasses of water to rinse your mouth after meals."

"Okay!" Lao Zhang said and turned to leave.

Zheng Hui's face glowed brightly and he said: "Lao Zhang is a very benevolent person. I just helped him drive away a few bastards. After so many years, I still remember him. He was so enthusiastic every time that I didn't come here often."

"Captain Zheng is not related to Lao Zhang, but he is willing to help. Captain Zheng is more benevolent and righteous." Han Anbo said.

"Where is it..." Zheng Hui said politely, but smiled from ear to ear.

Yu Ping curled his lips and said: "Captain Zheng, I have occupied a seat for you, why don't you reward me with a bowl of mutton soup? Every time you come, you only ask for mutton soup. Do you still want the face of a tenth-level expert?"

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"Lao Zhang's mutton soup is the best." Zheng Hui didn't bother to look at Yu Ping and got up to get chili oil and pepper from another table.

Li Qingxian glanced at the price posted on the wall, which was five cents for mutton soup and fifteen cents for mutton soup.

Team deputy Han Anbo came over with a clay plate. Li Qingxian stood up suddenly and hurriedly took it and said, "Thank you, Team Han."

"It's okay, it's okay, whoever takes it doesn't take it." Han Anbo smiled and distributed the food plates.

Li Qingxian then distributed bamboo chopsticks and wooden spoons.

"You didn't order my white flour buns again!" Yu Ping sighed.

Zheng Hui pushed the chili oil and pepper and said: "Who told you to be so picky? You have to say that white flour steamed buns should be eaten with mutton soup. It doesn't taste good with haggis!"

"That's right! Everyone talks about mutton steamed buns. Who has ever heard of haggis steamed buns? Give me a salted duck egg." Yu Ping looked at Zheng Hui longingly.

"It's a beautiful thought."

"Just one!" Yu Ping looked away from the salted duck eggs piled on the chaff and looked at Zheng Hui pitifully, "Brother, just one is not enough? I haven't eaten it for more than half a year. I promise, today's salty duck eggs will

Duck eggs are so good, you can spray oil all over your face if you break them open."

"The salted duck egg dog food on the fifteenth day of last month?" Zheng Hui glanced sideways at Yu Ping.

"Woof woof!" Yu Ping looked calm.

Li Qingxian laughed.

Zheng Hui laughed angrily and said, "If you were my son, I would beat you three times a day! Wait until you lose weight before eating."

Yu Ping sighed.

Zheng Hui suddenly glanced at Li Qingxian, then looked at the small piles of salted duck eggs, turned to Ping and said: "Go pick four salted duck eggs, and you'll pay if you don't spit them out!"

"Brother Zheng is benevolent and righteous!" Yu Ping was overjoyed. He cupped his fists and ran over to carefully pick out the salted duck eggs, carefully brought them back and distributed them to the three of them.

"Guaranteed to be sizzling and oily!"

"Four bowls of mutton soup, three white flour buns, cut two into whole pieces, here they go..."

Four people were gently cracking eggshells. Lao Zhang, who was about sixty years old, came over with a middle-aged man with a similar look to him, carrying a tray, and carefully took down the haggis soup and the white-flour steamed buns in the bowl.

"Thank you." Li Qingxian said, gently pushing the mutton soup in front of him, and hurriedly stopped and walked away from the hot bowl.

In a thick white porcelain bowl, the soup is milky white, with slices of haggis cut into pieces such as lungs, liver, heart, and tripe emerging from the top. There are bits of chopped green onion falling on the hill-like haggis pile, and the heat is rising.

Inhale gently, the fragrant aroma is mixed with extremely subtle odor and odor. Inhale again, the aroma of green onion disperses the odor, and the aroma of meat is strong.

This haggis is really filling.

Li Qingxian glanced at the haggis soup served by the customers on other tables. None of them was as thick as the four bowls of meat here.

"Master Zheng, you eat." The father and son stood aside.

"You are busy with your business, don't worry about us." Zheng Hui waved his hand.

"Okay, you can eat and say anything you want." Lao Zhang said and left.

Zheng Hui grasped the white flour bun with his left hand, and pinched the edge of the white flour bun with the index finger and thumb of his right hand. He pinched and pulled off the small pieces as big as his thumb and threw them into the haggis soup, one by one, smoothly and smoothly.

Han Anbo poured half a bowl of diced white flour buns into the haggis soup, put half a bowl of white flour buns aside, lowered his head and started eating.

"A waste of natural resources..."

Yu Ping murmured in a low voice, first poured some white pepper powder, then scooped a spoonful of chili pepper into the bowl, lowered his head and took a deep breath, while stirring with chopsticks, he said: "Brother Han, the haggis soup should be mixed with pepper and

The spicy food is used to remove the flavor and enhance the aroma. If you eat it like this, you won't get anything out of it."

Han Anbo smiled and continued to eat the steamed buns in haggis soup without adding pepper or chili oil.

Li Qingxian followed the previous eating method, pouring the whole bowl of chopped white flour buns into the haggis soup, sprinkled with pepper, then scooped half a spoonful of chili oil, and prepared to add it to the haggis soup.

"You are recovering from your illness. Please wait a few days before eating spicy food." Han Anbo raised his head and said.
To be continued...