Chapter 149

"This is..." Song Beichuan looks at the dishes cooked by the cooks in front of him. He can't help but gasp. How big is NIMA's wife's brain hole to come up with this idea? Can people eat these dishes? It's going to kill people, OK!

"These dishes give me a very different inspiration. Watching them cooking there makes me itch!" What does Er Huo Qing mean by that? In fact, we all know that as a death star, she has to turn those strange ideas in her mind into reality.

"Do you want to try these..." Song Beichuan pointed to the cooks and said, "how about trying their dishes?"

"Husband, do you have a bad brain?" Lin Xiaoqing looked contemptuous and said, "people have explained that these dishes are not for ordinary people, or even for ordinary ghosts. Why do you want me to eat them?" Then she pretended to be pathetic. She wanted to find a small handkerchief to bite, but she couldn't find it, so she had to use a tissue instead.

What kind of love drama is his heart twitching? However, it's hard to walk in this ancient Fengdu city. It's also a kind of fate. I think that since I got married, I've been busy with my career for so many years, and I haven't taken her out to play. Wasn't she very happy last time I went on holiday? Then why don't you go crazy with her in this magical place, right?

"Don't get me wrong, lady. I want to I'd like to invite you to the zuixianlou to have a heart to heart talk and enjoy the delicious food of Fengdu city with the bright moon in the starry sky. " The male pig feet of those ancient costume films probably speak in this tone, right? Although he didn't know if there was zuixianlou in Fengdu City, he wanted to say it like this once.

"Husband, do you have a bag in your head?" Lin Xiaoqing is happy, "this dead world underworld's place, wants to be drunk also is the drunkard building." In fact, the restaurant they went to was called blue Bross.

This is a Tang Dynasty style hotel with pavilions on the outside. I can't imagine that the decoration inside is western style. It's very exquisite.

But when NIMA opened the menu, Lin Xiaoqing almost didn't lift the table, "what the hell are these dishes? Is this NIMA a dish? Can you eat the four treasures of the study? "

Song Beichuan recruited a shop assistant to ask, and then he knew that the four treasures of the study could be eaten by NIMA, but they might not have enough to eat. When they served the food, they were really amazed.

there were all kinds of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but how to eat them? Lin Xiaoqing thought it was just a side dish, but there are only four things. Do you want to chew that inkstone raw?

"We really don't know how to eat, can you show us?" Song Beichuan knows this kind of time, the most important thing is not to pretend to understand, the result of chaos out of embarrassment, is to be seen as a joke.

The waiter laughs, obviously does not know how to eat people, usually a lot of appearance, only he took out a medium sized brush from the pen shelf, and then to the inkstone point, "in fact, the inkstone itself is seasoning, as long as you use the brush so little, the taste will pay on the tip of the pen..."

Lin Xiaoqing and song Beichuan can understand this process, but the question is what to eat? Can't you always eat seasoned soy sauce? It's delicious, though.

"Do you see this paper?" The waiter carefully put a roll of white paper in front of them with a small tweezer. "It looks like paper, but it's made of rice paste after compression. You can think of it as a Bula sausage. With the ink you just used, you can naturally write on the paper and then eat it."

"I see!" It suddenly dawned on her and him that this dish is really not creative, and it also has a kind of high-end atmosphere and high-grade feeling If she returned to the world, she would learn to put it in the peace hotel as a local dish.

She learned from the waiter, drew a few circles on the paper with a brush, and then put the paper in her mouth Well, this paper looks nothing and can be folded. Unexpectedly, it's crispy and has an indescribable smell of rice No, it's like the smell of trees, and then with the ink seasoning, the taste and taste are absolutely invincible!

"Delicious, like Shandong pancakes, but more delicious." Song Beichuan had to give 30 compliments. The fragrance of the paper was very fresh. How to say? This is by no means what ordinary flour can do.

"What is this paper made of? I don't think it looks like flour paste..." He asked.

"The rice paste and fresh ones are ground from the second layer of the Gali tree, so you will feel the fragrance of trees," the waiter said as he brought the second dish, which is a soup.

Before the soup arrived, the taste had already come. When they saw it, they were stunned Is it an ancient wine pot? They looked at the waiter blankly. It was strange that they didn't call the bar?

"It's not wine. This soup is called Dapeng Huihun soup. It's made with Dapeng bird and all kinds of rare seasonings. It's only finished after boiling in a wine pot for 7749 hours. It's a failure if it's less than one minute or more seconds."

Lin Xiaoqing took the wine pot and kept on cooing. The taste was good, but the wine pot looked very small. How many mouthfuls of the soup could he drink?

Don't blame her for her shallow knowledge. Who can make the soup extremely concentrated? But it's also for the sake of elegance. Think about this glass of wine, sipping it, enjoying the beautiful scenery outside the window, and then chatting with friends. How pleasant it must be?In the eyes of Lin Xiaoqing and song Beichuan, the beautiful scenery outside the window is only dark. After all, this is the underworld of the dead world. Unlike the local ghosts here, they can't see the clear scenery.

The third dish was ordered by her. Looking at the menu, she thought that she could finally eat something like a dish? In front of these two dishes, delicious is delicious, is too literate, she is not used to.

But when the food came up, she was surprised. It was as much as a kilo. What the hell is NIMA? bamboo slip? It looks like it, though she doesn't think it's a real bamboo slip.

"So, this is a piece of meat made like bamboo slips?" Song Beichuan asked.

"No, this bamboo slip is bread, and the silk thread connecting bamboo is meat." Said the waiter, pushing away the bamboo slips.

At this time, a noisy sound came from the private room next to him, and then a dish of steamed perch was thrown out, completely and accurately buttoned on Lin Xiaoqing's head.

Song Beichuan and the waiter were stunned when they saw this sudden scene. Lin Xiaoqing wiped it on his head, grabbed a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth. "It's delicious. The way you serve is really interesting, but I don't remember ordering this dish?"

The waiter hurriedly brought a towel to Lin Xiaoqing, "sorry, this I don't know what's going on. Wipe it first. I'll see what's going on. "

Song Beichuan asked her calmly, "are you ok? Have you been scalded? "

Lin Xiaoqing shook her head, but her expression was blank. She was angry and didn't know what happened. She wanted to get angry and didn't know what would happen if she got angry in such a place?

Seeing her like this, he felt all kinds of pain. He immediately pulled another waiter to take her to the bathroom to clean up, while he went to the private room.

When he came to the door of the private room, he smelled a strong smell of wine, and then a series of curses and reproaches. He saw three fat men with big ears and horns cursing the waiter.

And the waiter he saw just now was also forced to kneel on the ground. I don't know why he apologized Is there anything unclean in the dish, such as mice, cockroaches or centipedes and ants?

He always feels unhappy in his heart. He can't see how to spoil people. The waiter is just a part-time worker. You don't have any idea. Why don't you beat the boss?

So he went into the compartment and said, "man, don't you have to do this to them?" Then he picked up the two poor waiters and said, "what's the matter?"

The waiter said in a low voice: "this man said that the fish in our restaurant is not fresh and the taste is too light, so But our fish are all from the netherworld. How can they not be fresh? It's warm here. It's so cold all the year round. How can it go bad? "

Song Beichuan thinks it's the same. He feels the temperature of the dead world. It's extremely cold. If it wasn't for the sweaters he forgot to wash last year and the windbreaker he used as a sign on weekdays, he and she would have been frozen into popsicles for a long time.

"Man, did you make the fish you threw in my wife's face?" He went to the three fat men and said coldly, "the food is not suitable. Just talk about it. Do you think you are steel for such a savage act?"

"What courage Hearing his words, the tallest of the three fat men came up, pointed to his nose and scolded, "do you know who you are talking to now? Believe it or not... "

"What?" Before he finished, song Beichuan covered his mouth like lightning and pressed him to the wall, "what do you want to say?" Oh, sheter, they all cover other people's mouths. What do you want them to say It seems that his purpose is not to listen to what the man wants to do, but to punch the man in the stomach.

The blow was quite heavy. He hit the heel so hard that his eyes turned white and he fainted.

"You, you beat the ghost! You, how do you want to die! " Said another short fat man rushed forward, want to play song Beichuan look.

Without raising his eyelids, song Beichuan threw up his windbreaker, pressed his cowboy hat, and swept across the man's feet. With the sound of Kara, the man fell to the ground and screamed like a pig, but he was a professional. Even if he screamed, he didn't forget to threaten him, "are you looking for your own death? Do you know who we are? Even beat the person of Fengdu City Lord

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