After everyone applauded, he interrupted.

Tong Aijia was finally distracted by the battle on the basketball court.

He just held Lingzi's mother's hand and didn't let up at all.

"Huh?

Cai Gen, isn't that your buddy?

Is this the Lantern Festival party?

Isn’t it dark yet?

Rehearsal?

What program"

Having said this, Tong Aiguo let go of Lingzi's mother's hand.

He stood up and pointed at Yasha outside, very excited.

"Damn it, isn't this Yaksha?

Patrol Yaksha?

Is there anyone alive?"

Cai Gen is not too surprised. This old man has good eyesight and is knowledgeable.

"Master Tong, what's going on, have you seen it before?"

Tong Aiguo calmed down and sat down again.

"Of course I have, I said it as if you didn't have a childhood.

Isn't this the patrolling Yaksha who was killed by Nezha when he caused trouble in the sea?

However, the Yasha in the cartoon is not empty-handed.

You should be armed."

Cai Gen really wanted to hold back and curse him, "Fuck you, uncle."

Is this old man somewhat upright?

Who told you about cartoons?

Besides, is it important whether you are empty-handed or not?

Unexpectedly, Cai Gen's inner complaints were not over yet.

Tong Aiguo still kept mumbling.

"Yaksha makes wine, the more you drink, the better it becomes.

Cai Gen, this is a fun thing.

Try not to break it into pieces, the complete medicine is more effective."

Um?

This is a bit nonsense, right?

Everyone looked at Tong Aiguo in the wrong way.

Shamanism is indeed mysterious.

Cai Gen felt that it was definitely not that simple.

If you want to make a cigarette, please ask in detail.

Finally, when I touched my pocket, I remembered that the cigarette had been taken away by Hong Lei.

He could only take out the cigarette from Shi Huozhu's pocket.

After ordering them both for the old man and the old lady, he spoke.

"Master Tong, please stop reading health-related public accounts.

They are all scaremongering and nonsense to gain attention.

What kind of secret recipe is this?

Is this what you saw in the cartoon too?"

Tong Aiguo looked at Cai Gen with disdain, looking disgusted.

"Cai Gen, let's talk about serious matters.

What cartoon are you talking about?

Will you be chatting?"

Oh, let me go, you were the one who started to tease Nezha Naohai, okay?

Who doesn’t know how to chat?

Cai Gen frowned and organized his speech for a while.

"Master Tong, Yaksha makes wine, I understand.

What does it mean that the more you drink, the more you get better?

have what?"

Tong Aiguo shook his head vigorously.

"How do I know what's there?

It should be good stuff anyway.

This sentence is not what I saw with my own eyes.

I saw it in the memory of an ancestor.

In my memory, this secret recipe seems to be written on a recipe book.

It passed by in a flash and I couldn't see it clearly.

If I hadn't seen Yaksha with my own eyes today, I would have forgotten about it a long time ago.

I’m telling you, buddy, you must catch them alive, otherwise the wine won’t be perfect.”

Memories of ancestors?

The last time I saw Dujian, Tong Aiguo seemed to have said the same thing.

As for the recipe?

Recipes using yaksha as an ingredient?

Cai Gen didn't believe it.

"I object, I want to eat boiled yaksha."

Zhen Shuiyin suddenly stood up and expressed her persistence as a foodie.

“If you cook yaksha in water, you need too much oil, so you should just stir-fry it dry.

I'll try to marinate it so it's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside."

The waiter expressed his opinion from another angle.

"Azhu, I want to eat salt-baked yaksha. Stir-fried dry and boiled is too oily.

I have just successfully lost weight and cannot indulge myself.

Isn’t that right? Can it be baked with salt?”

Marsala shook the stone fire beads and started acting coquettishly.

Shi Huozhu was shaken until his bones were tender, and it was not his turn to make a decision, so he had no choice but to ask Cai Gen for help.

Cai Gen's forehead had begun to sweat.

I said you are foodies, but you really let yourself go.

No need to be polite at all, these stinky and shameless people.

Xiaosun is fighting to death outside, while you are discussing recipes here.

I just wanted them to restrain themselves and not go too far.

Duan Xiaohong spoke first.

"No, you are going too far.

If you say make wine, make wine.

After eating one meal, it is gone, which is tantamount to fishing in the lake.

If you make wine, you can drink it all the time, but you can’t remember how much or how little?

Right, Caibangzi?"
To be continued...