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Chapter 227 The Dead Chef

Old women are used to seeing these well-dressed young ladies from aristocratic families, and most of them are unwilling to say a few words to vulgar old people like them.

Seeing that she didn't accept the broken silver, he turned around tremblingly and prepared to go back to work.

At this moment, along with the sound of wind and snow outside the window, the girl's clear and pleasant voice sounded leisurely: "When I was a child, my mother once warned me that a porridge and a meal are hard-earned, and the material resources are difficult.

."

Her mother taught her very few things, so she remembered everything very clearly.

The old woman chuckled twice and said nothing.

Soon, Balian came back in the wind and snow.

He shook the snowflakes off the glass umbrella, sat down, and placed the breakfast snacks he bought on the table one by one.

He then took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and sealed the mouth with white oil paper and string. There was a piece of red paper pasted on the outside of the porcelain bottle, with "Sweet Soy Milk" written in three small characters in thick ink.

As soon as Fang Geyu warmed her hands, the bottle of sweet soy milk was unsealed and put into her palm.

She was sure, looking at the mouth of the small porcelain bottle in the palm of her hand, white warm mist was emitting, with the sweet fragrance of beans.

The table that originally held soup bowls and small plates was now filled with steamed dumplings, white soup potato flour pancakes, clear mixed rice noodles, and some unnamed snacks.

There are many styles, but each food is very delicate and small, and I think I am afraid of wasting it and not being able to eat it.

Bailian brushed off the white snow on his sleeves, looked at her and said with a smile: "The snack street in Xianling City seems to be very good, so I bought some after looking at them. You eat first, I have some things I want to do.

Let me tell you in detail."

Fang Geyu didn't ask anything, and took a sip of the sweet soy milk. The hot and sweet taste spread between his lips and teeth.

So sweet.

The original spicy and painful feeling on the tip of the tongue was immediately overtaken by the warm and sweet milk breath.

She couldn't help but lick the corners of her lips, and was thinking about picking up a piece of steamed dumplings when a chopstick was handed over steadily, and a fat white dumpling was placed on the small plate in front of her, and she was very careful.

Dip it in soy sauce and vinegar, it looks very appetizing.

Fang Geyu looked at the little dumplings for a while, and a strange illusion suddenly arose in his heart.

Isn't she raising a little corpse demon?

How does it feel... to be supported by him in turn?

How does this work?

I ate the dumplings somewhat unhappily, while I was wondering how to eat this bowl of spicy noodle soup.

Bai Lian took the bowl of Bashu noodles, placed it in front of him, and took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick basket.

Fang Geyu raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "What are you doing?"

Balian also imitated her actions just now, scooped up a spoonful of soup with a spoon, blew on it twice, and drank it.

Fang Geyu's eyes widened: "Hey, you..."

Balian looked over, smiled at her, and said, "I told you earlier, I'm hungry."

"Then you can't eat this either." Fang Geyu said anxiously.

Balian coughed lightly: "It's a bit spicy."

Fang Geyu frowned and finally noticed something was wrong: "Spicy?"

Corpse demons have no sense of taste, let alone eat human food. They cannot digest food and obtain nutrients. If they eat human food by mistake, it will accumulate in the body and vomit it out after a few days.

This process of vomiting is very uncomfortable.

Therefore, the corpse demon will never touch other food except blood.

This world is extremely unfair to corpse demons and is full of malice. Even if they are spiritual objects from heaven and earth, rare materials, immortal grass, or elixirs, to them, the corpse demons can only absorb only one-tenth or two-tenths.

Eating useless things will only put unnecessary burden on the corpse demon's body.

But now he said...it's a bit spicy.

Fang Geyu frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Stop playing tricks on me."

Look at him slowly scooping up the noodle soup and drinking it without even glancing at the red oil. If he really thought it was spicy, how could he remain so calm?

Balian picked up the fat round noodles and took a few bites. He coughed lightly and his usually pale face turned a little rosy: "No, I'm not kidding you. I can really taste this."

He picked up a thin piece of beef and said, "This should be braised with a special sauce. Although it is extremely spicy in the mouth, it is still a little sweet."

Fang Geyu dubiously picked up the beef from his chopsticks and took a small bite like a cat picking up food.

Swallow.

Her face, which had just regained its fair complexion, suddenly turned red from the heat. She covered her chest and coughed until her body trembled. She quickly threw the beef back to him and drank a few mouthfuls of milk before she regained her composure.

She looked at Balian in confusion: "Why is this beef so braised? It's so spicy!"

But what shocked her even more was that Balian didn't lie.

This beef is really sweet.

He could actually taste the noodles.

Balian turned his head and glanced at the old lady in front of the stove. The old lady was also looking at him with gentle and loving eyes. She nodded slightly and said with a smile: "This young man is really amazing. The whole fairy

There is no one in Lingcheng who can eat my bowl of noodles without coughing or wheezing. He must be from the same hometown as the old woman, right?"

Balian's eyes fell on the tablecloth under the dishes, his eyes moved slightly, and he chuckled: "Auntie is from Zhongyou?"

The old woman lowered her head to peel garlic. The firelight from the candlestick reflected the wrinkles on her old face in a quiet orange color.

Her face under the gray hair was filled with gentle nostalgia, and she seemed to sigh: "Yes, old lady, I have left Zhongyou for more than fifty years with my old man, and I have never forgotten the appearance of my hometown.

It’s just that the old man left seven years ago, and he can’t go back to this Xianling City, so I’ll stay here with him, old lady.”

The old man looked at Balian, his eyes filled with the kindness and warmth of meeting someone from his hometown.

"The world is very prejudiced against people who come from Zhongyou. There are only two Zhongyou people in Xianling City: me and my old man. Now that the old man is gone, I can meet my fellow villagers here, and the old woman is very happy."

Balian didn't respond for a moment, lowered his head and took two mouthfuls of noodles, lowering his eyelashes to hide the emotions in his eyes.

After a while, he raised his eyebrows, smiled warmly, and said, "Well, I'm very happy to meet an old friend in a foreign country."

Fang Geyu frowned and looked at him, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Because she already knew why Balian, who could not taste all kinds of delicacies in the world, could taste the taste of noodle soup in this small shop at this moment.

The land of Zhongyou is the Nether Palace of the human world, an ancient dynasty where heroic spirits gather, connecting the human world and the underworld.

Most of the native people in Zhongyou are those who practice the treacherous way.

This ordinary-looking old woman must also have some skills involving deception.

This Bashu noodle shop is made by this old woman herself. People can eat it, and ghosts can also eat it.

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