Chapter 1787

Some of the so-called different, to put it bluntly, it is not people, not ghosts!

Yuan Jun didn't want to talk about it any more. He quickly opened the topic: "it's two hours before sunset. Let's go. I'll take you to eat!"

Gongsun Shuo swallowed hard and said, "what do you want to eat? Is there anything we eat here, too? "

Yuan Jun nodded: "of course, although it's a gathering place for ghosts, occasionally people will come here. So there must be a shop in the valley of forgetting Sichuan, which specializes in selling food for our people!"

Although all people have no appetite, they still follow yuan Jun involuntarily. Everyone will be curious. Everyone wants to know whether there is such a place as Yuan Jun said in this valley. If there is, what is the food in the store?

It has to be said that the Wangchuan Valley is really big. The streets are wide enough, the shops are neat, and the ground is clean. Apart from the old buildings, everything else is perfect.

when they walk three streets, when they turn to the Fourth Street, a strong fragrance of Osmanthus comes into their noses. The fragrance is sweet and strong, accompanied by bursts of wheat fragrance.

This kind of flavor is very familiar in summer, Yuanqiu, it's the flavor of sweet scented bun.

She used to eat it. It's my grandfather's specialty. He is very good at making this kind of sweet osmanthus flavored bun.

as like as two peas, Xia Yuanqiu also took the hand of Yuan Qiu. "This is just the same as your sweet potato wrapped in Osmanthus fragrans," he said.

Gongsun Shuo said, "isn't the sweet scented osmanthus steamed buns all the same? So you can smell the same as my grandfather in Yuanqiu? "

ginger heart as like as two peas, "you don't understand, and the different flavor of the stuffed buns is different from the skill of the Yuan Qiu.

Jiang Xinyuan doesn't understand either. Yuanqiu told her all this. Yuanqiu is also a good cook. Although the sweet osmanthus steamed buns she made are delicious, they are just different from those made by her grandfather.

Xia Yuanqiu didn't say a word all the time, but he stepped up a lot.

In a humble shop at the end of the street, they saw a busy figure behind the steaming drawer.

Xia Yuanqiu was a little disappointed. The man in front of her was obviously not the one she thought. The one who was busy between the stoves was a white haired old man, not her father, not even her grandfather.

Zhu Yan pinched the palm of Xia Yuanqiu's hand to show comfort, and then said: "shopkeeper, give us two cages of steamed buns."

The old man looked up at them. There was obvious surprise in his eyes, but he didn't ask anything. He just silently took two cages of steamed buns, put them in a white plate, piled them up, and put them on a simple eight immortals table. Without saying anything, he turned and went back to the kitchen.

as like as two peas, he grabbed a stuffed buns in her hand and bit them. After swallowing, she hurriedly said, "this taste is really the same!"

Xia Yuanqiu as like as two peas, but he didn't have the same exaggeration as ginger heart. It's just the same as it is.

Xia Yuanqiu came to the kitchen and asked the old man, "old man, who taught you how to make sweet scented osmanthus buns?"

The old man finally stopped his work and turned to face Xia Yuanqiu. He stared at her and said, "why do you ask that?"

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