Chapter 29: Senior Brother Jingyan, should we wait any longer?
The path between yellow flowers is doubtful and there is no way, but the falling red leaves are more beautiful than spring.
Went there solemnly for a whole day, pouring out all the pine mash without hesitation.
Yang Mudan just stayed by Kong Qing's side and struggled for more than two hours. It was not until the afternoon that she got into the car and left with satisfaction.
This made Kong Qing feel helpless.
How could he, an upright and selfless Taoist scholar, do something inappropriate?
Although Mrs. Wu is very beautiful and has a great conscience, and her future daughter is also very beautiful, and she is the most awesome female emperor in the world, but so what...
How could he, Gao Dao Kong Qing, be tempted by mere beauty?
Only beauties will fall in love with him when they see him!
At the end of the afternoon, just when Kong Qing was about to close the stall, Kunlun Numoli showed up very punctually.
"Lang Jun, just teach me these rough jobs..."
With that said, the Kunlun slave came up without being noticed and started to help Kong Qing pack his things. He pulled off the cloth covering the diary stall, sorted it with the banners on the wall, and put it in the drawer of the small trailer.
Fold the two benches and put them in the trolley.
Finally, an orange cat who was still hugging Gu Chen and licking him was placed on the top of the cart together with Changjian Gu Chen.
The little cat lazily raised its head and glanced at the Kunlun slave, without resisting at all. It still hugged Gu Chen and continued to lick it, as if it was a lollipop. The bronze hilt of Gu Chen's sword changed when he licked it.
Wet.
"This raccoon cat raised by Mr. Xiaolang is really interesting..."
Mo Li looked at the little kitten that Gu Chen was licking after being picked up by him, and he grinned.
"This is the first time I've seen a tabby cat that likes weapons so much."
"this……"
Kong Qing smiled awkwardly.
"Maybe it's because Pindao's little kitten is hungry!"
In fact, Kong Qing knew very well what the reason for the little milk cat's behavior was.
Because after he used the identification technique on Gu Chen, there was an extra line of words on the panel that appeared.
Being nourished by the warmth of the eyes...
After using the identification technique on the little milk cat, a talent skill on the little milk cat's panel is also shining brightly.
Taibai Naqi Technique:
The innate skill of the Nine Sons of the Dragon, Yazui, can use the magic weapon to attract the energy of Taibai Fine Gold from all directions into his body, allowing him to grow rapidly, and the magic weapon warmed by Yazui will also be warmed and nourished in the process.
PS: This is a win-win!
In other words, although the little milk cat looks like it is licking Gu Chen, it is actually licking the fine gold energy absorbed through the Gu Chen sword, so it seems reasonable to say that the little milk cat is hungry.
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"Then Sir, please come and stay with me."
After hearing that this cute little kitten might be hungry, Molly generously extended an invitation to Kong Qing.
"I just got some fennel and pepper from the Western Regions, so when I came back in the afternoon, I bought some good mutton, and the aged pine mash I told my husband yesterday. If my husband doesn't give up, please give it to me in the evening.
Let’s dine!”
The old black man in front of him was so enthusiastic that Kong Qing felt that he couldn't refuse at all.
"In this case, the poor Taoist is causing trouble..."
"That's how it should be..."
After seeing that Kong Qing had agreed to his invitation, the round-headed, round-eyed old man with curly hair seemed very happy. The pace of the small trailer dragging Kong Qing became three points faster, so fast that he almost died.
Kong Qing could no longer maintain his image of being as ethereal as a fairy.
Just behind Kong Qing and Mo Li, the monk Jing Yan led seven or eight people and was following them from a distance. He kept watching the two of them turn from the street in front of Zhuangyan Temple into Mo Li's house in Guiyi Fang.
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"Senior Brother Jingyan, what should we do next?"
After watching Kong Qing and Mo Li enter the house, the bald man with an unfamiliar face immediately geared up and said eagerly.
"Why don't you just rush in? My little brother can take the lead!"
"no!"
Although Jing Yan looked at Mo Li with anger in his eyes, he finally gave up the idea of going up to fight in a group.
"That Kunlun slave is very evil. Master Fazheng told us not to conflict with him. We will wait here until the little Taoist priest leaves..."
Jing Yan waved his hands and made a gesture of putting a sack.
"Remember, Uncle Fazheng will live!"
After hearing Jingyan's words, several of the monks around him who had entered Moli's house with him also agreed.
"Senior Brother Jingyan is right..."
"That Kunlun slave is quite evil..."
"Just wait, it's good to wait..."
"..."
With the support of these monks who had suffered losses, Jingyan successfully suppressed the left-leaning opportunistic thoughts of the remaining monks who had not been here last night and made the decision to wait where they were.
In order to prevent Mo Li from discovering them when he sent Kong Qing out, these monks also found a room near the gate of Guiyi Square where the monks rested, hid in it, and watched from the inside of the window.
As a result, I waited for more than an hour...
Not only did they not wait for Kong Qing to show up, but a strange aroma came from Moli's courtyard, making these monks who already had a lot of food suddenly feel like thunder.
"What kind of aroma is this?"
At this time, on the stove in the courtyard of Kunlun Numoli, the flames from the cypress branches were licking a white stone. On the stone, the golden mutton was cut into thin slices and was sizzling.
There was a sound, and the aroma of cumin wafted in the air.
That’s right, it’s cumin!
These cumins were brought out by Kunlun Numoli to Kong Qing like a treasure. According to Moli, this thing is called Western Region Fennel. Like the pepper next to it, they are spices from the Western Regions and are very precious.
Originally, Moli planned to use a more popular cooking method in the Tang Dynasty, which was to stew the mutton with spices. However, after Kong Qing saw it, he immediately stopped Moli's method of burning harps and boiling cranes, and changed it to the current method.
Grow iron plate...slate barbecue!
The roasted golden mutton is sprinkled with a little salt and pepper and some cumin, then rolled up with slightly blanched vegetable leaves, put in your mouth, and bite into it, it is really fragrant on the teeth and cheeks.
The monks next door were so greedy that they cried!
"It smells really good..."
Several monks stood by the window, rubbing their bellies with their hands, twitching their noses, and tears streaming down their lips.
"What on earth do you think they are eating?"
"Mutton, it must be mutton,"
A monk smelled the fragrance in the air, with a look of intoxication on his face.
"And it's the kind of lamb that's roasted just right, with that kind of expensive spice added..."
"You actually hid secretly to eat such delicious food!"
A monk wiped the tears from his chin and said bitterly.
"It's really enviable..."
"Lang Jun's way of eating it really tastes great!"
Kunlun Numoli watched Kong Qing skillfully use chopsticks to take off the last few pieces of mutton on the stone plate and put them on the plate, and then immediately offered a glass of wine at every opportunity.
"Thanks to my husband, I can satisfy my appetite today. Sir, please have another drink."
Kong Qing put down the plate, then took out a piece of barbecue and placed it on the plate in front of the little milk cat on the table. Then he picked up his wine glass and raised it towards Molly.
"please!"
After one sip, the wine is like a line of cool ice that goes straight down to the organs, with a sweet aftertaste and mixed flavors.
"It tastes sweet but slightly bitter, sighs at the unique height of the secluded appearance, knows how sweet and sour it is, and laughs at the grapes of Liangzhou..."
Kong Qing smacked his mouth, feeling a little unfinished.
“What a great wine…”
"Mr. Lang is indeed an expert,"
Mo Li looked in admiration and gave Kong Qing a thumbs up.
"The jar of aged pine mash wine that the old slave got was purchased by the old slave after going to Zhongshan to taste it. The old slave also brought it back from Zhongshan. Others have asked for this jar thirty times, but the old slave has never given it.
He, and only a gentleman as elegant and handsome as Lang Jun is worthy of tasting Lao Nu's wine."
Kong Qing raised his hand to thank Mo Li with some embarrassment.
Although what this old black man tells is the truth, as a low-key Taoist master, he still needs to be humble.
"Ouch..."
At this moment, a little cat who had just finished eating a piece of cumin barbecue pushed the plate in front of him in the direction of Kong Qing, and then patted the edge of the plate with his paw.
The meaning is very obvious, give this cat... Yaizan meat!
"Mr. Lang is indeed so lucky..."
Seeing the little milk cat's skillful movements, Kunlun Numoli was filled with admiration again.
"When I was in Yang Sikong's house, I saw a lot of raccoon slaves, but I have never seen any one whose spirituality can be compared with Lang Jun's. It can be called a spiritual beast.
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The corners of Kong Qing's mouth raised slightly, and he raised the wine glass with both hands.
Spirit beast?
Pindao's 'cat' is not a spiritual beast, but a real mythical beast.
While Mo Li and Kong Qing were chatting happily, in a room not far outside the house, a group of hungry monks with their chests pressed against their backs were looking at the gate of the house with expectant eyes.
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"Senior Brother Jingyan, do we still have to wait?"