When Yu Sheng returned to the inn, Jian Cao'er was sitting alone in the lobby.
"Where's Aunt Qing?"
"We are planting flowers in the backyard." Cao'er was very unhappy and muttered something like "attracting bees and butterflies".
"What?" Yu Sheng didn't hear clearly.
Cao'er stopped talking to him and lay on the table listlessly.
Qiuqiu stood on the edge of the table, showing his teeth and claws at the black cat Sheriff under the table. He was very proud and looked like the king of the prairie.
But the handsomeness only lasted a second. After seeing Ye Zigao coming in with a "Hum Heng Chi" monster in his arms, it "swiped" and ran to Cao'er's neck.
The guests also came in and put their hats, swords and luggage on the table.
"What to use?" Yu Sheng asked him. The soup dumplings just now were just for him to deal with.
The guest glanced at the food sign on the wall and said, "Whatever you want, as long as you can drink. Let's get a jar of wine first."
Yu Sheng looked at him in surprise. There were already two empty wine jars on the tea table outside.
He asked Bai Gaoxing to get some wine, and Yu Sheng went to the kitchen to cook a plate of pork head for him.
"Yeah, not bad." The guest said, the pork head meat is very chewy, and it's just right to go with wine on a hot summer day.
Yu Sheng went to the backyard and saw Aunt Qing planting flowers outside the fence. However, she was not made for hard work and was clumsy in weeding and tilling the soil.
Yu Sheng smiled, and Aunt Qing happened to see him. Before Aunt Qing could get angry, he hurriedly said: "I'll do it."
Aunt Qing was happy and relaxed, "A Taoist priest went to cause trouble?"
"how do you know?"
"Do you really think the city lord has eaten your porridge? It's just for my sake." Aunt Qing was a little proud.
For the sake of Aunt Qing? Yu Sheng suddenly remembered the painting fairy, "Do you remember the painting fairy I mentioned?"
When telling the origin of green vegetables, Yu Sheng still used the excuse of being a painting fairy, but Aunt Qing didn't believe it.
"Remember."
"Is the person he likes the city lord?"
Aunt Qing felt a little uneasy, "How do you know?"
"As a painting fairy, he would never come to Yangzhou City for an ordinary woman, right?"
"I met him in Yangzhou City. He was so drunk that he could find his way around." Yu Sheng continued, "He told me a big secret of the city lord."
Aunt Qing's expression tightened and she forced a smile, "What's the secret?"
Yu Sheng saw that she had a strange look on her face, and now he felt that his random guess was probably correct.
"He said~" Yu Sheng smiled enigmatically and looked straight at Aunt Qing.
Qingzhao felt uneasy, thinking that Yu Sheng knew her identity.
Yu Sheng said: "He said that the city lord fell in love with a woman, Aunt Qing, that woman couldn't be you, right?"
"Oh," Aunt Qing breathed a sigh of relief, then asked in surprise, "What, I, like women?"
To my great joy, I guessed it right.
"Did Zou Daoxuan really say that?" Aunt Qing asked through gritted teeth.
"Who is Zou Daoxuan?"
"That's the one who paints." Aunt Qing said bitterly. If you dare to spread rumors about me, do you really think that this will prevent me from getting married?
"Yes, he said that." Yu Sheng took three steps back. Now Aunt Qing's anger made the scorching sun pale in comparison.
To Yu Sheng's surprise, Aunt Qing patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Yes, the city lord likes me, and I also like the city lord."
The scorching sun suddenly turned into a spring breeze, making Yu Sheng's mind unable to turn around for a while, "Then, wouldn't I become the nephew of the city lord?"
Aunt Qing was surprised, "Can you accept it?"
"Don't worry, I'm very open-minded. Besides, coconut cakes and snail shells can make love..."
"Don't compare me to him." Aunt Qing patted the back of Yu Sheng's head.
"Okay, okay." Yu Sheng scattered the flower seeds and sighed, "I dare you to fall in love with the same woman at the same time."
"Stop talking!" Aunt Qing shouted.
Yu Sheng covered his ears and said, "If you don't want to say it, don't say it."
After planting the flowers, they walked back together and happened to meet Maomao.
Yu Sheng patted the donkey's butt and said, "I'm telling you, don't be arrogant. Now my backstage is the city lord, who is much more powerful than your mother."
Aunt Qing said helplessly: "You are not allowed to mention the matter between me and the city lord to anyone."
"Understood, keep a low profile, keep a low profile." Yu Sheng agreed.
At this moment, he felt that he was really a cook.
Returning to the inn lobby, the guest had already chewed up a plate of pig head meat, leaving Yu Sheng to cut another plate.
Yu Sheng asked him if he wanted to eat. The guest said it was optional.
Seeing his luggage at his feet, Ye Zigao asked him if he would stay in a hotel. After the man agreed, he was very casual about the room, letting Ye Zigao arrange it by himself.
"You are so casual," Yu Sheng said as he served the dishes.
The guest has long hair, and the stubble is slightly messy but not long.
He drinks from a big bowl and eats meat from a big mouth, and his manner is full of boldness.
After the wine had settled down, he smiled and said, "My name is also very casual."
"random?"
"Suiyu." The man put down his wine bowl and said sadly, "My brother's name is Suiyu."
After just a few words, the guests went back to drinking and eating meat.
Yu Sheng cooked a portion of mapo tofu for him and had lunch with everyone before returning home after working hard in the rice fields.
The inn suddenly became lively, with some sitting in front of the hall drinking tea and some devouring their meals.
The blind storyteller could not go to the fields to help, so now he was sitting at the tea stall, singing an ethereal and sad song at the invitation of everyone.
He listened attentively, and after the music stopped, he rewarded the blind man with five cents.
"Sir, I'm staying at the inn for three days." He told Yu Sheng, then went upstairs to rest with his sword in hand.
The sun was too strong at noon, and everyone couldn't muster the energy, so they went home to rest after a while.
Unable to sleep for the rest of his life, he placed a table under the jujube tree outside the backyard and moved a chair.
But it was quickly snatched away by Aunt Qing.
Because there is a lake under the trees, with the gentle breeze, it is very refreshing in the hot summer.
Yu Sheng took another chair, a knife and a basket of radishes, and read a book while practicing the knife.
Aunt Qing looked at him, and it took Yu Sheng a long time to notice, "What's wrong?"
"Doing two things at one time is a great skill." Aunt Qing returned her gaze to the book in her hand.
I will continue to be busy with my life for the rest of my life.
The little white fox also ran over and lay down at Aunt Qing's feet, lazily taking a nap.
It was quiet for a while by the lake. Although there were cicadas chirping, there was also the regular "swish" sound of Yu Sheng cutting radishes.
Time passed by as the reeds swayed, the shadows of the date trees were lengthened, and dusk soon came.
Inadvertently, Yu Sheng saw Aunt Qing looking at him again, "What's wrong?"
She looked at the sky, "I thought the sun was rising from the west again. When did you work so hard?"
"I've always worked hard"
"I guess it must be because the sloppy Taoist priest feels frustrated."
Aunt Qing said, "It's just that when others encounter setbacks, they always work hard. Why are you chopping carrots?"
"I want to learn something else." Yu Sheng complained, "But you don't teach me."
"I can't teach you." Aunt Qing smiled, "When you grow up, you will know many things by yourself."
"I'm not a mythical beast." Yu Sheng said, holding up the cut radish, "How about it, am I good at cutting?"
"Take another one."
For the rest of my life, I followed my words and saw only a flash of silver light.
For the rest of my life, if I look at a carrot, it will still be a carrot.
"What did you do to it?"
Aunt Qing exhaled like a orchid, blowing gently.
The radish in Yu Sheng's hand disappeared in an instant, turning into pieces of "butterflies" as thin as paper, flying between heaven and earth.