Three-year-old milk bag down the mountain, relying on metaphysics to become the favorite of the whol

I'm going to go to Love Jingshan.

The staff set off first to arrange seats and communicate.

The rest of the following photographers set off with the guests.

Xiaopang and Xiaohua happened to be two of the follow-up photographers.

Lord Xiaohua followed Xixi, and Lord Xiaopang followed Qi Shixu.

Everyone went downstairs one after another, and Jiang Chi's group and Zheng Xiaoyu's group had already set off.

Gu Qingchuan also settled down with Qi Qi'an.

On the other hand, Qi Shixu and Xixi, who are usually very active and get up early, are still missing, and they didn't even hear the sound of going downstairs.

Xiaopang and Xiaohua leaned on the front table and muttered softly.

"Why haven't you come down yet? Nothing really happened, right? I feel like I just passed by their door and smelled burning incense..."

"Why don't you go and have a look?" Xiaohua said boldly.

Xiaopang shrank his neck, "Just...wait a little longer, I'm a little scared..."

"Wait another 10 minutes. If you don't come down again, you really have to go up and have a look."

"..."

The innkeeper didn't sleep much all night, and only took a nap at the front desk.

Hearing the conversation between the two, he suddenly woke up.

He deliberately said grimly: "If a child cries in the middle of the night, his soul must be eaten by the night crying ghost. You should go and have a look earlier, maybe something really happened..."

He wandered downstairs for a long time last night, but he still couldn't hear anything.

In the end, I couldn't hold back to look through the crack of the door, and stood outside Xixi's door and whispered the Night Crying Ghost.

Didn't see anything, and didn't see the Night Cryer either.

The innkeeper even secretly lit incense candles outside Xixi's door to summon ghosts, trying to call back the night crying ghost, but it was still fruitless.

The Night Crying Ghost seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

He couldn't wait to find someone to help him see the situation.

Before Xiaopang and Xiaohua could answer, they heard the sound of "咚咚咚..." from the wooden stairs.

It was Xixi and Qi Shi who talked about it.

Xixi was wearing a beautiful little skirt, walking in the front, bouncing around, very energetic.

Where does it look like being eaten by a ghost crying at night?
"Why are you alright?" The innkeeper put his hands on the table and knocked over the teacup without realizing it.

Xixi jumped down from the last flight of stairs, raised her head and looked at the innkeeper.

"What do you think Xixi will encounter?"

"I heard you crying last night, why didn't you meet the crying ghost at night?" The innkeeper stopped pretending and asked directly.

Xixi smiled: "You mean that ugly uncle? I met you! Here it is!"

As she spoke, she patted her treasure bag on purpose.

"!!!"

Xixi didn't care how ugly the innkeeper's face was, and went out without looking back.

After the program group's car drove away, the innkeeper locked the door and drove up with him.

He didn't know if Xixi was angry with him on purpose, but his heart was in a state of agitation, and looking at Xixi made him even more bored.

When going up the mountain, I also found a handy ax and put it in the trunk.

Regardless of whether the disappearance of Night Crying Ghost is related to the little girl or not, she will not even think about walking down the Aijing Mountain alive!

When everyone on the left and right arrived at the designated place in Aijing Mountain, the program group switched on the live broadcast.

He Xinyu walked to the camera.

"Dear babies, brothers, hello everyone! Welcome to our new stop, Aijing Mountain next to Yuncheng. I wonder if you smell anything in the air?"

A few children sniffed vigorously in the air, very cute.

"It seems a bit fragrant!"

"It's really delicious!"

"..."

He Xinyu asked: "Baby, do you know what kind of fragrance is floating in the air?"

Xixi was the first to answer by raising her hand: "Sister Xinyu, it's Tea Fragrance!"

"Yes! Aijing Mountain is a famous ancient tea mountain. It is rich in Pu'er tea. The oldest tea tree on the mountain has a history of thousands of years! The main task of our trip this time is to visit the tea mountain and fry tea with the tea farmer uncle, my dears Are you ready for the challenge?"

"Ready!"

"Ready!"

"..."

"..."

The babies responded very positively.

"Of course, in order to complete the task, our board and lodging are also very important. Today's big carousel of the program group is temporarily on vacation. Let's choose a place to live in another way."

He Xinyu took a step back to give up his seat, and several young girls in national costumes came over with four cups of tea.

He Xinyu continued: "There are four cups of tea here, and each cup of tea corresponds to a special food. After everyone chooses, go to the villagers who have prepared food for you. Their home will be your residence!"

Hearing He Xinyu's words, all the guests gathered in front of the tea girl.

The four cups of tea have the same color, fragrance, and even the cups that hold the tea.

It's just a matter of luck.

"Let me choose first this time. Last time I got hurt picking dung, I don't believe I'm the unluckiest this time!"

Zheng Xiaoyu lingered in front of several cups of tea for a while, and picked up the one on the far left.

Jiang Chi and Gu Qingchuan also picked up the cups on the far right and middle right respectively.

I left the cup on the far left for Qi Shixu.

Several people clinked their glasses with each other, raised their heads and drank it down.

After turning it over, I saw a note sticking to the bottom of the cup.

Tear off the note, the words written on it made them a little confused.

Qi Shixu's note said "Sa Ayong".

Jiang Chi's note said "Sagadang".

Gu Qingchuan's note said "ga choked".

Zheng Xiaoyu's note said "Bowan Ale".

Everyone knows these words, but they don't know what they are composed of, let alone what food they refer to.

If you don't know the result after smoking, you must find the corresponding food.

It's like cutting flesh with a blunt knife.

Zheng Xiaoyu's brows were almost frowned into the word "Chuan", and he called He Xinyu, "Little director, are you sure that Ayong and Ale are the names of dishes, not people's names?"

"The name of the dish is the special dish here." He Xinyu said with certainty, "Okay, now everyone can start looking! The sooner you find it, the sooner you can serve it! Don't wait for the food to cool."

"..."

The guests took the notes and walked into the village.

It was lunch time, and there was smoke everywhere, and even walking on the road, one could smell the aroma of rice.

There were two grandmothers sitting at the entrance of the village, and Zheng Xiaoyu walked up quickly, "Grandma, what kind of food is Bowan Ale?"

"*#￥%*#&..."

Grandma talked a lot with gestures, but it was all in dialect, and she couldn't understand a word.

They can only keep going.

I asked a few of them, but none of them were the villagers who provided food for them.

Most of the older ones don't speak Mandarin, but dialects.

Only when you meet young people can you chat a few words.

The young man showed them the way, "Go inside, we will be there soon."

When asked what kind of dishes these were, they all had puzzled smiles on their faces and said, "You'll know it when you see it."

"Why am I so clueless..." Zheng Xiaoyu had the sequelae of picking shit, and kept thinking about it.

Gu Qingchuan was the first to find his borrower, and he also knew that "gacho" was a kind of grilled fish.

But to everyone's surprise, they met the innkeeper there.

Sitting at the home of the host who is staying overnight, drinking tea leisurely while chatting with the host familiarly.