Those years when I hunted demons in Dali Temple

Chapter 147 Blood Qi

Chen Yizhi got up abruptly, and accidentally knocked over the table. The commotion in the cubicle soon affected the people who were eating next to him. Some tables were almost full, so he closed the screen and surrounded him.

"What happened here?" Li Shangshu stroked his goatee, walked over shaking his head, and when he saw the three people standing in the innermost part, he wished he could just turn around and leave. He hadn't been here today.

Dao spotted the acquaintance in the crowd with sharp eyes, and she immediately opened her mouth to leave him behind, "Li Shangshu is such a coincidence, you also come here to taste the bamboo shoots." Li Shangshu bit the bullet and turned around, smiling awkwardly, "Hehe I can't believe that you are also here, I would have come to say hello if I knew it--" It was strange, he reluctantly squeezed from the crowd to the side of the three of them.

Dao Yicai didn't care what he was thinking, after she left the person behind, she took the soup on the table and kept stirring it with a spoon. float.

The smell in the porcelain pot containing pickled bamboo shoots became more obvious.

Wang Xuanzhi bowed to him and asked him, "Li Shangshu, did you also order this pickled bamboo shoots today?"

Li Shangshu looked at the half of the pickled bamboo shoots left on their table, and felt that there was nothing to say, "Yes, the spring bamboo shoots in the Green Bank are very popular with the old man, especially this pickled bamboo shoots, which taste very refreshing .”

"Then is the taste of your drink this time different from previous years?" Seeing him shaking his head, Wang Xuanzhi changed his words, "Even a little difference is fine, it doesn't have to be a big change."

Li Shangshu stared at him strangely. It's not that this kid can't afford to drink, besides, he has already drunk half of the pickled bamboo shoots on the table, and he came to ask him what it tastes like. Want this bowl of spring bamboo shoots?

It's a joke.

He savored today's pickled bamboo shoots, his throat rolled, and if his stomach couldn't hold it anymore, he would definitely drink another bowl, "This year's spring bamboo shoots are more delicious than previous years, and the salted meat in the soup is also delicious. It has become fresher, less of a marinated taste, and more of the beauty of fresh meat.”

Up to this moment, Wang Xuanzhi was really thankful that he didn't take that sip, "Daoyi, your feeling is right, there is really something wrong with this year's Chunsun, now we just need to wait for Yizhi to bring someone over."

Li Shangshu was at a loss, and was asked a few words before hanging aside. His heart was bitten by ants, especially the pickled bamboo shoots on the table. The stagnation was like the contents of his stomach. Not quite right.

Exactly at this time.

Chen Yizhi came over with all the people in Qinghang, "An Dao, everyone in the shop is here."

The shopkeeper raised the sleeve on the back of his hand and wiped his sweaty face repeatedly. He knew that these three people should not be let in today, but unexpectedly something happened, and it almost killed him.

Xiao Er had similar feelings to him. The people in Chang'an had spread the rumors a long time ago. He made up a reason outside the door. He made up his mind not to let these three people enter the store. It was so easy to have a good uncle. Let people in.

The others stood uneasy in the center of the crowd, being pointed at by others. Although they didn't understand what happened, it didn't prevent those who were interested in guessing. The three of them got together and gathered them together. Something must have happened.

As for what happened.

Hey, just look at what they're going to do next.

Chen Yizhi's face was as white as a ghost, and before he went to call for someone, he went to the latrine and vomited up the contents of his stomach, and then he found all the people in the green house, seeing so many troublemakers now, He sneered in his heart, just don't feel bad for a while.

Wang Xuanzhi pointed to half a bowl of pickled bamboo shoots left on the table, and came to the shopkeeper, "The shopkeeper's pickled bamboo shoots, do you know the ingredients used?"

The shopkeeper Fang wiped the sweat again, he wiped it and replied cautiously, "Returning to Si Qing, I am really not good at cooking, and I don't know what is in it. You have to ask our shop. The cook here."

Xiao Er was very clever at this time, pointing to the middle-aged men beside him, "Siqing, these are the chefs in our shop, this one handles meat, this one handles fish, and this one handles fish." It's Master"

"He can make the pickled bamboo shoots that people will never forget, that is, the soup on your table, Siqing. The craftsmanship is amazing. You have tasted it too. It's just the smell that makes people unable to leave. Move."

After Xiaoer finished speaking, Wang Xuanzhi went through everyone in his mind, and then asked the person named Master Yu, "Hello, Master Yu, I am Dali Temple Minister, I have something to ask you to come here now." ask you."

"Guy, you can just ask, and tell me everything I know."

"Do you cook the pickled bamboo shoots every year?"

Master Yu is a middle-aged man who looks very honest. He is dressed in dusty clothes and has been with oil pollution all year round. He inevitably has a smell of smoke and fire on his body, which is in stark contrast to the purple-clothed official in front of him.

He looks a little reserved, but when it comes to cooking, he forgets everything around him, "Yes, this is my exclusive, and they don't even know how to cut bamboo shoots, so what I cook must be It is unique in the youth industry.”

"Okay, what I want is your uniqueness." Wang Xuanzhi picked up the pickled bamboo shoots on the table and handed them over to him. "Master Yu, please check. Is there any difference between this soup and the one you made before?" There is obviously something wrong with the soup, so naturally no one will try it again.

Master Yu took the soup bowl, and he scooped up the contents with a spoon, "If you go back to Siqing, the contents here are exactly what I prepared today, so there's nothing wrong with that." He leaned over and smelled it, " It has cooled down, and the taste seems to be a little different."

As he said that, he took a sip of the soup, "The taste is indeed a bit strange. Even if it was cold in the past, it shouldn't taste like this. There is a fresh meaty smell in it."

Chen Yizhi: Just don't vomit later.

Master Yu got a little angry, "Shi Yang, did you steal the guest's soup again, and added it casually if you didn't have enough ingredients?"

Shi Yang is the second child, and he is also the one who gave Wang Xuanzhi and the others small dishes. He blushed when he heard the words, "I didn't steal food, at least not today, Si Qing and the others are so fierce, how dare I eat it, in case something goes wrong How to do."

Everyone: It seems that something has gone wrong.

The shopkeeper buried his head even lower: This kid must be taught a lesson in the future, for stealing food from customers.

Wang Xuanzhi twitched the corner of his mouth secretly, "Shi Yang, on the way to serve the dishes, did you meet anyone, or anything special?"

Shi Yang was a little embarrassed, and was kicked by the shopkeeper, "You son of a bitch, don't speak honestly now."

Everyone was listening to Wang Xuanzhi's questioning.

However, Li Shangshu discovered that one of them was missing.

Dao Yi disappeared.

(End of this chapter)