Mantra

Chapter 96

"Wake up" is one of the most important links in the funeral.It has existed since ancient times. I don’t know its origin, but everyone seems to know that our country has had such a tradition since its history and our nation has culture.

And this is also the most important way for us to mourn the dead, even our context and nostalgia.

Ordinarily, after a person dies until the time of burial, relatives, friends and family members cannot leave the body for an inch.Moreover, the wives of the same generation and the children of the younger generation have to wear mourning and filial piety, and cry and throw bowls at funerals.

Otherwise, the deceased will not be able to walk well, and will not be able to reincarnate in the next life, and the living will have no yin virtue, and will be unlucky in this life.

But my old squad leader is quite sad to say.

His Zhao family lineage has been passed down for more than 600 years. When he came here, the number of people was extremely thin, and the real immediate family member was only one elder brother, Zhao Haikun.Speaking to the outside world, it seems that there is only the girl Zhao Shuihe who claims to be from the Zhao family in Huainan.

But Zhao Shuihe is the grandmother of my old squad leader, so it is impossible to dress the old squad leader in mourning.

After going back and forth like this, only my apprentice can do the task of dressing the old squad leader in mourning.

I have long felt that this is actually my unshirkable responsibility.

The death of my squad leader was strange enough, and sad enough.I can't watch him no one mourns, no one throws bowls.I don't know if others are going through it or not, I can't get through it, and neither can the rules of the Wu Zang Temple.

Therefore, I chose to stick to the mourning hall without hesitation.No matter what anyone says.

At this very moment, I am alone in the mourning hall, feeling indescribably desolate and sad.But thinking about the kindness and kindness of the old squad leader to me in the past, I also feel very relieved.

After all, this is my last chance to give him a ride.

Soon, it was afternoon.

At mealtime, Xian Hongye came to the mourning hall, and she handed me a bowl of noodles.I said thank you, and started to eat like crazy.

But halfway through the meal, I suddenly stopped talking.

"This noodle is not made by Zhao Haikun, is it?!" I looked at the few noodles in the bowl, and said in surprise: "This should be the craftsmanship of Huaiyang cuisine. And it is very good."

Hongye is like me, eating half a bowl of noodles.But people have fine tastes, they are more elegant and beautiful than me, a nonsense eater.

After hearing what I said, Xian Hongye raised her head and said with a little surprise: "You can learn a lot from eating a few noodles. It's amazing. This noodle is made by Zhao Shuihe. When she brought it to me, she told me: This noodle is."

"March Yangchun Noodles! It's also called Plum Blossom Noodles, isn't it?" I said hastily.

Hongye asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

"I know more than that!" While speaking, I looked at the bowl of Yangchun noodles with light oily flowers and scallions and said: "The biggest difference between this kind of noodles and ordinary Yangchun noodles is that the noodles are mixed. ', using the strength of the fingers. It is the unique skill left by Huaiyang cuisine chef 'Xiao Meiren'. The noodles made with this method are not only refined but also deep in taste. The texture is like Yangchun in March, chewing The touch of plum petals."

"How do you know so much?"

"I must know, because this technique is well-known, but not many people know it." I sighed, "Not everyone can imitate Beauty Xiao's unique skills."

"Who is Beauty Xiao?" Hong Ye asked me with her mouth open, holding her chopsticks up.

I recalled it a bit, and quickly told her: "Ms. Xiao was a character during the Qianlong period. Ordinary people may not know her, but in our Wu Zang Temple, she is a household name. She is a top-notch 'beautiful chef', known as Xiao Xi Shi, the pastry she makes is at its peak."

When I mentioned this character, I sighed with excitement and admiration: "He is the ancestor of Baian craftsmanship in Huaiyang cuisine, and so is he."

Just when I was about to say something, a voice suddenly interrupted me: "... is also my idol!"

Surprised, this leisurely and slightly excited voice from the mourning hall of my old squad leader quickly attracted our attention.

To my surprise, the girl Zhao Shuihe ran out again.

Why!What are you afraid of?

At this moment, Zhao Shuihe was obviously overwhelmed by my polite compliments. After she climbed up to the altar of my old squad leader, she showed off to me: "I learned this plum blossom trick from my brother secretly, how about it! The Lu cuisine noodles in your Confucius Temple are much more delicious! Is there any legacy of Xiao Meiren!"

What she said made me very unhappy.

Just brag about yourself, why do you have to criticize our Confucius Temple?
And this girl is narcissistic enough, she dares to compare with Xiao Meiren when she is not doing well.It is true that her craftsmanship is good, but her tone is too loud, no wonder Zhao Haikun jokingly called her "Zhao Dahe".Yes, hit a dozen, or else they won't be floating in the sky.

For the sake of her future, I didn't flatter her, and her words had the meaning of praising my Confucius Temple, how could I just sit idly by.

Therefore, I smiled "hehe" and said softly back to her: "If you are Miss Xiao, then I am 'Wang Xiaoyu'!"

Wang Xiaoyu is a red case chef who is comparable to Xiao Meiren in the history of Chinese culinary art. His status is so respected that I can't compare him.

When I said this, I was actually teasing her, and suppressing her arrogance by the way.To let her know that her head is not a real lotus floating around.

As soon as my words came out, it quickly had a very good effect. After the little girl Zhao Shuihe heard it, she immediately pulled her face down. She insisted that I was shameless, and that I deserved to be poisoned to death by the free food Gu.Anyway, she won't save me.

After listening to her words, I was a little stunned at that time.

Oh my God!He only thought about suppressing her, how could he forget such an important thing as her ability to unlock the free food Gu?

I'm such a pig brain.

In desperation, I had no choice but to change into a smiling face and said: "No. Tai Shinai! Don't you be as knowledgeable as I am? Can we not joke about this matter of life and death. And I am not the one who planted the free-eating Gu One. You can’t show kindness and let me go when I’m a fart?!”

After I finished speaking, Zhao Shuihe, who was filled with the atmosphere, eased a little. She raised her eyes and looked at my whole body, and suddenly gave me a snort.

That smile combined with the sinister eyes made me tense when I heard it!
A smell of conspiracy quickly spread from Zhao Shuihe's body.

After the little girl laughed, she said harshly to me: "I've already asked Sister Hongye about your matter, it's unlucky enough! You're also courageous enough! You can provoke the Yin shop, grow food Gu, and do it with a clean tail. , there is a man who planted a curse lying in the back room. How come you have encountered such a tragic thing that happens once in a hundred years. Is the broom star reincarnated? The nuts are very bright!"

What she said really terrified me.

Hongye told her all about it!Wouldn't I be completely exposed then?
This little girl Zhao Shuihe is from Huainan, but what he said these few words is the mouth of a Beijing movie!And I'm pretty good at learning, and I can be cut to death with a knife.

After hearing this, I am more than seven inches, I feel like my whole body is being grasped by this little girl, I am indescribably afraid.

In desperation, I had no choice but to say tremblingly: "Shuihe, do you really know everything?"

"Of course!" Zhao Shuihe nodded.

"Then can you help me solve a few problems!" I stiffened my head and asked tentatively.

Zhao Shuihe chuckled, and didn't answer me directly, but took out a coin, fiddled with it in his hand, and said lovingly and indifferently: "If your master Zhao Haipeng can do it, I will."

These words actually have only one meaning.

My life and death depend on Zhao Shuihe's thought.

At that time, my tears were about to flow out.

Do I really want to kowtow to her and recognize grandma?
(End of this chapter)