"Did Lingtang eat corn flour cake yesterday?"

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

"Lingtang should have a habit. Hard corn cakes often have to be soaked in water, right?"

"That's right." Dong Ying looked serious.

Li Qingxian said: "I just decided what kind of bad insects were there when the corn cake you ate. In addition, Lingtang neglected last night and let half of the corn cake be soaked overnight, so he couldn't bear to throw it away, so he ate it today."

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

"That's it. No accident, Lingtang may have vomited and had diarrhea and was looking for a doctor. You can go quickly and use Zhenyuan to cooperate with the doctor's treatment, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable." Li Qingxian said.

Dong Ying ran away, protecting the sword with his left hand, and turned around while running, "If you can save my mother, you are my Dong Ying's benefactor. I owe you a life. If you lie to me, get out of the dock!" Xin

"Go to Ningshengtang." Li Qingxian shouted.

Dong Ying ran in silence.

"Qingxuan, what's wrong?" Zheng Hui brought people over.

Li Qingxian said: "Nothing."

"What the hell is going on?" Yu Ping asked.

"I'll know until evening." Li Qingxian smiled.

"Strange, go, eat mutton soup!" Yu Ping turned around and left.

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

Li Qingxian thought while walking.

It seems that before you enter the product, you try not to use Qi-seeking technique, especially if you don’t use it on high-quality products, you will be dizzy if you use it once, and you may faint if you use it twice.

The Qi-seeking technique is indeed powerful, but what does that dead tree mean?

It seems to be related to fate. 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 looked in the sound and saw Yu Ping walking in front of him seemingly lost his soul, turning into an alley about a meter wide in three steps.

The three of them looked at each other and followed them in.

The mottled brick walls on both sides are covered with green moss, and the broken light grey stone slab roads extend to Joy Street.

Outside the entrance of the alley, people were coming and going, and many sounds gathered into a buzzing sound, becoming louder and louder.

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

Bypassing the dirty little puddle, the three of them walked out of the alley.

The city is full of various styles and the atmosphere of fireworks, rushing up and wrapping people around.

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

It's stinging... the oil cake is put into the pan, stirring up light smoke, and penetrates into the nose, which is greasy and fragrant.

Gurgling... Under the rolling steam, the meat in the sauce-red jar was undulating.

"Care the pot..." The lid was lifted up, and the thick white mist dissipated, revealing the yellow steamed buns.

Li Qingxian looked at everything familiar, listened to the noisy sound, and felt joy after the disaster.

Yu Guangli, a white and fat fat man was waving hard.

When Li Qingxian looked at him, he saw Yu Ping wave his left hand, pointing at the table and chairs lowered with his right hand, baring his teeth and shouting loudly.

"Hurry up, I'll take up the seat..."

The three of them speed up.

The white vertical strips covered with oil and dirt tremble gently in the wind, and the dirty words "Zhang Ji" are clearly visible.

Six tables and benches are placed outside the shop, and there are plaques with gold-font-shaped black trumpets hanging on the shop door.

Li Qingxian looked at it and saw that the shop was full of people, and even two tables were sitting outside the shop.

"Mr. Zheng is here! Sit down, is it mutton or mutton?" Lao Zhang, who was so busy that he was not touching the ground, walked over, looking at Zheng Hui enthusiastically, while pulling down the towel on his shoulder and wiping the table splashed with soup.

People nearby looked over and saw the sword wearing brocade. Some people shrank their necks, some swallowed, and some people were expressionless and continued to eat.

Zheng Hui waved his hand and said, "It's all friends, don't be polite. You're busy with yours, don't worry about me, as usual, four bowls of mutton soup, three hard white flour buns, and two pieces of them."

Han Anbo interrupted, "Go four glasses of water and rinse your mouth after you eat."

"Okay!" Lao Zhang said and turned around and left.

Zheng Hui said with a blushing face: "Old Zhang is a very kind man. I just helped him drive away a few sluts. I have been remembering it for so many years. I am so enthusiastic every time, which makes me difficult for me to come often."

"The Zheng team and Lao Zhang have no relatives and no reason, but are willing to help. The Zheng team is more kind and righteous." Han Anbo said.

"Where are there..." Zheng Hui said politely, but he couldn't stop smiling.

Yu Ping curled his lips and said, "Captain Zheng, I have taken the seat for you, why don't I reward me with a bowl of mutton soup? Every time I come, I only invite mutton soup. Do you want the face of your ten-rank strong man?

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"Lao Zhang's mutton soup is the best." Zheng Hui was too lazy to look at Yu Ping, so he got up and took chili oil and pepper from another table.

Li Qingxian glanced at the prices posted on the wall, five fonts of mutton soup and fifteen fonts of mutton soup.

Team deputy Han Anbo came over with a shredded pottery dish. Li Qingxian suddenly stood up and hurriedly took it over and said, "I'm sorry, Team Han."

"It's okay, no matter who takes it, it's not." Han Anbo smiled and distributed the food plate.

Li Qingxian then distributed bamboo chopsticks and wooden spoons.

"I didn't order my white bread!" Yu Ping sighed.

Zheng Hui pushed the chili oil and pepper powder and said, "Who told you to be so picky about it? You have to say that white flour buns are served with mutton soup. It's not right to use mutton offals, it's time to use it!"

"It's true! Everyone says mutton soaking buns, who has ever heard of mutton soaking buns? Make up for my salted duck eggs." Yu Ping looked at Zheng Hui with a gaze.

"I think beautifully."

"Only one!" Yu Ping's eyes moved away from the salted duck eggs piled on the husks, and looked at Zheng Hui pitifully, "Brother, not one can do it? I haven't eaten it for half a year. I promise, today's salty one

The duck eggs are very good, and you can spit out oily faces when you break them apart."

"Did you eat the salted duck and egg dog from last month's fifteenth?" Zheng Hui glanced at Yu Ping.

"Woom!" Yu Ping looked calm.

Li Qingxian smiled.

Zheng Hui smiled angrily and said, "If you are my son, you will be beaten three times a day! You will eat when you lose weight."

Yu Ping sighed.

Zheng Hui suddenly glanced at Li Qingxian, then looked at the salted duck eggs stacked into small piles, and turned to Ping and said, "Go and pick four salted duck eggs, don't spray them, you pay for it if you don't look like you!"

"Brother Zheng is kind and righteous!" Yu Ping was overjoyed, held his fists, rushed over and carefully picked up the salted duck eggs, carefully picked them back, and distributed them to the three of them.

"Make sure it's oily!"

"Four bowls of mutton soup, three white flour buns, two pieces of them, come..."

Four people were gently tapping the eggshell. Old Zhang, who was over 60 years old, came over with a middle-aged man with a similar eyebrows and eyes, and carefully brought down mutton soup and white flour buns placed in a bowl.

"Thank you." Li Qingxian said, gently pushed the mutton soup in front of him, and hurriedly stopped his hand and left the hot bowl wall.

In the thick white porcelain bowl, the soup is white, the lungs, liver, heart, belly, etc. are cut into pieces of sheep distant. On the pile of sheep distant like a hill, there are scallions of green onions, and the heat is rolling and rising.

Inhale gently, the fragrance is mixed with extremely subtle smell and smell. Inhale again, the fragrance of onion will dispel the smell of smell and the meat will be strong.

This sheep miscellaneous gift is really full.

Li Qingxian glanced at the mutton soup on the other guests on the table, which was not as thick as the four bowls of meat here.

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

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

"Okay, you eat, just say whatever you want." Lao Zhang said and left.

Zheng Hui grabbed the white flour bun with his left hand, clamped the edge of the white flour bun with his index finger and thumb with his right hand, pinched and pulled it off, broke off the small piece of the big belly of his thumb, and threw it into the mutton soup, one after another, smooth and quick.

Han Anbo poured half a bowl of cut white flour into mutton soup, put half a bowl of white flour aside, and lowered his head to eat.

"So wastes the natural resources..."

Yu Ping murmured in a low voice, poured some white pepper powder, then scooped a spoonful of spicy food into the bowl, lowered his head and took a deep breath, and stirred it with chopsticks, while saying, "Brother Han, the mutton soup should be served with pepper and

If you eat spicy food, you can’t eat anything.”

Han Anbo smiled and continued to eat mutton soup soaked buns without pepper or chili oil.

According to the previous method, Li Qingxian poured the whole bowl of chopped white flour into the mutton soup, sprinkled pepper, then scooped half a spoonful of chili oil, and prepared to order it in the mutton soup.

"You're just sick, so you'll eat spicy food in a few days." Han Anbo looked up and said.
To be continued...