"Ah Huang, bring a bottle of vinegar."

Nanke shouted outside the courtyard.

A moment later, a servant brought a bottle of vinegar to bring it in, said, "Young Master, use it slowly", and then retreated quickly.

Nan Ke picked up the porcelain bottle, the bottle was white and burned with blue patterns, which looked exquisite and elegant.

He poured vinegar into a dish, picked up a few shredded ginger and threw it into the vinegar, and then picked up a soup bag with chopsticks.

"Sister, this soup dumpling must be eaten like this."

Use shredded ginger to dip in vinegar and pour it into the opening above the soup bun, and then swallow the soup bun in one mouthful.

After biting the dough, the soup was flowing into the mouth with the right temperature. The aroma of the bone soup and the taste of the meat filling were mixed together, making Nan Ke's eyes narrow.

After living in Bilin Pavilion for so long, he didn't live in vain.

After spending an hour sorting out the various dishes and snacks I liked in my memory of my previous life, I handed them over to the manager of Bilin Pavilion.

Manager didn't care at first, but after Nan Ke urged him, after steaming a basket of soup buns, he hurriedly took the note that Nan Ke gave him into his arms, and his attitude towards Nan Ke became more and more attentive.

Although the Chu State was more particular about the historical dynasty that were familiar to Nanke and had a complete range of seasonings, it was no longer as rich as the dishes accumulated over five thousand years.

Just talking about this soup dumpling, I almost bit off my tongue.

The manager ate a cage like a snatch, made a decision on the spot, preparing to sell it as a signature dish, ten taels of silver per serving, and it has to be supplied in limited quantities!

When Gu Ling heard Nan Ke talked casually, he looked at the expression again, and the fragrance penetrated into his nose. Finally, he couldn't resist the temptation and asked Qing'er to put the bag down and sit at the table.

"I tell you, I'll just eat one, and I have to leave after I finish eating."

Gu Ling picked up a soup bun and Xue Nanke poured the vinegar in. "I sent the news to the royal city yesterday. Although I didn't reply, I couldn't keep it anymore. I will have to dare to go to the county city later."

It’s not that she is in a hurry to go back to the Demon Warrior to report, but that her identity is so sensitive that since the matter is over, it is not suitable to stay outside for more.

Taking a step back, she just follows her habit of doing things and the idea of ​​not being able to lose face of the Gu family. Even if something is unnecessary, she doesn’t want to make things ruined because of her slackness.

"Why to the county town?"

Nan Ke ate another soup bun.

Wutong next to her was busy with her hands, her cheeks were bulging, and she had no time to pay attention to others.

"It's not going...well."

Gu Ling said halfway, reached out to cover her mouth, and a stream of soup flowed down her chin and slid down to her neck.

She quickly swallowed the one in her mouth, picked up the handkerchief and wiped her body, not caring about anything else, and looked at Nan Ke with his eyes shining, "Where did this soup dumpling come from?"

Nan Ke licked his lips, "I just told the chef of Bilin Pavilion this morning that it was made on site."

"You can still cook?" Gu Ling was surprised. She finally discovered some ordinary people's attributes in Nan Ke.

In any aristocratic family or immortal sect, no elder or teacher is willing to let younger generations or disciples waste their energy in the kitchen.

Of course, there are servants to do such inferior things.

"Yes." Nan Ke pointed to the soup dumplings, "This is just a snack, I can also have a few hard dishes."

Gu Ling picked up another soup bag and stuffed it into his mouth. This time he had experience and did not let the juice spill out.

Qing'er next to him was a little reserved and prepared to take a small sip. However, after taking a bite, he put all the rules and etiquette aside, and compared with Wutong, his face was bigger.

Bilin Pavilion’s dishes are exquisite, but this exquisiteness is more reflected in the ingredients, knife skills and placing the dishes. Chefs nowadays are actually very simple in their use of seasonings.

Therefore, whether the dishes are delicious depends more on whether the ingredients are fresh.

It’s also a blessing that there are monsters in this world. The meat of the rare beasts is delicious. If you sprinkle some salt and pepper, you will instantly kill a large number of meat dishes in your previous life. Otherwise, you will not be able to support the Bilin Pavilion’s qualities.

"Where is your hometown?"

Gu Ling suddenly asked.

"I can't go back." Nan Ke shook his head, and a little loneliness appeared just right on his face.

Although the State of Chu was generally smooth, there were monsters rampant after all. Many villages might have been fine the day before, but they lost their lives after one night.

Therefore, no one can tell the fault of Nan Ke’s reason.

"Think more open-mindedly, your relatives will be relieved if they see you now." Gu Ling comforted.

"It's not that I'm relieved. I haven't married yet." Nan Ke looked at Gu Ling, pointing out something.

If Nan Ke had just met, he would have taken some attention to this kind of joke.

So now that he has become familiar with it, he can say seventeen or eighteen sentences casually whenever there is no outsider around him.

"Damn the sample!"

Gu Ling rolled her eyes.

In other words, Nan Ke looks handsome, and if he changes someone, he might have to drag him down.

She ate half a basket of soup buns in one breath and rubbed her stomach with one hand, "Tell me how to make it."

She is always unhappy with semen, but now she has eaten the good ones and then goes back to eat the buns with a single taste, which makes it a little difficult to swallow.

"I'm really leaving?" Nan Ke asked.

The wutong also placed it on the chopsticks and silently carried the bags he had packed.

They agreed last night that Gu Ling would leave today and send Wutong away as well. Then they would contact the Beast Control Sect to pick up people directly.

"I really want to leave." Gu Ling stood up, "If you can't bear to leave Qing'er, you can come to the county town to find her in a few days. Anyway, you are still my subordinates in name, so it doesn't seem strange."

After saying that.

She touched Wutong's head, "There was also a reply from the Beastmaster Sect about this little girl."

"What do you say?" Nan Ke said with concern.

"Ha, what else can I say if I picked up a treasure for no reason?" Gu Ling laughed, "Your sister is a sign. When I take her to the county town, the Beast Control Sect will send an elder to pick her up."

Elder, what kind of elder Feng Guan is, almost all of them belong to the most important group of people under the head of the Immortal Sect.

If you are an ordinary disciple, even if you are talented, you will just send a senior brother who has a successful cultivation to help you.

This time, I sent the elders directly to him, and I can no longer give him face. After all, Gu Ling is just a legitimate daughter of a noble family, and she really doesn't have such a big face.

It was purely because the Beast Control Sect was afraid that something would happen on the road, so it lost a treasure that I finally picked up.

Nan Ke was relieved and glanced at Wutong, "You have to choose a good master."

Nan Ke has a deep understanding of this point. The difference between a good teacher and a bad teacher is huge and can almost directly affect a student's grades.

That kind of saying "the master leads the door to practice is for an individual", it's fine. If you really want to say that, why did school district housing be so expensive in later generations? Why did you have to find connections and spend money to stuff your children into the Rocket class?

"Her master is not bad." Gu Ling said again: "They gave me many promises in the letter that if this little girl is willing to go to their sect, she will be offered up like a treasure."

These days, it is easy to find a good master, but it is difficult to find a good apprentice.

After all, good masters are all famous and famous. They have great names in the practice. If you really want to find one, at least you have a direction.

But those kind of disciples with wisdom really have to rely on luck to touch them.

"Sister, please introduce a master?"

They don't understand the tricks inside.

Even the Beast Control Sect just heard about it, how could they know that the elder is powerful?

"If you don't say it, I'm going to tell her on the way."

Gu Ling took the package on Wutong's back and handed it to Qing'er, signaling her to put it in the storage treasure. "Although all the elders of the Beast Control Sect are famous, if you really want to choose one, you will definitely choose the elder who passes the merit."

Although Elder Chuangong is called Elder Chuangong, not everyone teaches him.

According to seniority, even the current head of the Beast Control Sect has to call him uncle. He has always been arrogant and looked down on the "drinking bags" of his disciples. Therefore, he lived a long life and didn't even have an apprentice.

"Actually, I guess even if this little girl doesn't choose the elder of the passing of merit, the other elders will not dare to compete with that one. Even since an elder comes out this time, it's that one's idea."

After all, the seniority is here. Generally speaking, the head of the sect is embarrassed to directly order an elder to pick up a new disciple.

But if it was the apprentice of the Chuangong Elder who was appointed by the Chuangong Elder and the Chuangong Elder spoke in person, this would not be too much. After all, the uncle of the master called you to pick up the junior sister, why don’t you go?

Even if he doesn't count by seniority, he just speaks with his fists. Not many of the elders of the Beast Control Sect have never been beaten by the elder who passed on the skills.

"I'm completely relieved." Nan Ke patted his chest.

Master Wutong sounds like Zhou Botong’s Quanzhen Sect.

In the past, I was not a disciple, I was simply a master.

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After a simple farewell.

Gu Ling led Qing'er and Wutong out, while Nan Ke stayed alone in the courtyard.

It’s not a separation from life and death, and there’s no need to be too pretentious.

But Nan Ke turned his head to look at the familiar pavilions and towers, and suddenly felt that the scenery in front of him was gone.
To be continued...