The inn always has raw soy milk, just because there is a grinder.
When Yu Sheng walked to the kitchen, he saw the female ghost gathered around the stove, smelling the midnight snack prepared for her.
This is what she earned with her labor.
Female ghosts are active at night and when they get tired of wandering around, they will grind the tofu in advance.
"Okay, go out when you're done. Don't get in the way here." Yu Sheng chased her away.
The female ghost straightened up, cherished her words like gold and never came back. She went to find a room above to sleep.
Yu Sheng boiled the soy milk, chopped the basil, radish and other vegetables with clumsy knife skills and put them in the pot to cook.
When he took out the soy milk, the two brothers were chatting.
"Brother Mu, how have you been after so many years?" the gray-haired old man said, "Previously, when a letter was sent by a flying pigeon, you said there was too much noise in my head and it was hard to sleep. How are you doing now?"
The white-haired old man teased the bird on his shoulder and said, "It's become a habit to make noise for a long time. It's hard to sleep if you don't listen to it. It's just..."
"Just what?"
The white-haired old man pondered, maybe he couldn't find any literary words, so he could only say: "Don't mention them, don't mention them."
They put down the soy milk when they saw Yu Sheng.
The white-haired old man said: "Brother Mu, I heard from people who were resting that the white soup here is very delicious, especially when added with sugar."
The gray-haired old man shook his head and said, "Brother Mu, I heard people traveling through it say that salty white soup is even better."
"Hey, it's sweet." The white-haired old man said, "This is common sense."
"Salty." The gray-haired old man said, "People in Yangzhou drink like this."
"Sweet."
"Salty."
"Immortal, Sweet Soy Milk." The white-haired old man slapped the table, "Why do you always go against me?"
"Damn dwarf, salty soy milk." The gray-haired old man argued with each other,
Yu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, now he no longer had to listen to their inane words.
But soon the rest of his life became a fish in a pond, "You said, adding something even better is even better!"
"How about you two try it?" Yu Sheng said,
"Well, what you say later makes sense." The white-haired old man nodded.
"Just one word from you will save you a long fight," the gray-haired old man also said.
The inn always has two flavors of soy milk. After Yu Sheng helped them make it, they each took a bite of their favorite.
"Hmm." After smacking, the two of them looked at each other, exchanged the bowls, and took another bite.
"What you say makes sense, the salty white soup is good." The white-haired old man said.
The gray-haired old man changed his mind and said, "Sweet soy milk is good."
Before they started arguing again, Yu Sheng hurried back to the kitchen to make breakfast.
"Xiao Yu'er, let's have a bowl of soy milk and a basket of soup dumplings." Li Zheng walked in with his back on his back.
"Hey, we already have guests." Li Zheng saw the two old men staring at each other, neither of them convinced.
Yu Sheng served the soy milk, and the two old men nodded slightly: whoever wins will be in that bowl of soy milk.
Under their gaze, Li Zheng took the porcelain jar on the table and poured a spoonful of vinegar into the soy milk for himself.
This is something that Li Zheng figured out by himself.
The air was quiet for a moment.
When Yu Sheng returned to the kitchen, the white-haired old man stopped him and asked, "Young man, do you have a chess scale?"
Chess scale? "You want to use a scale?" Yu Sheng asked.
"No, no." The gray-haired old man waved his hand, "How many games of chess are we going to play?"
Sir, that is the chessboard, Tongping.
As for hand language, I can barely count it.
Yu Sheng took out the chess cage and chessboard, and the two started playing chess over soy milk.
"Come on, come on, let's wait for a showdown." The white-haired old man held a white piece and hung himself in the southeast corner.
"After a long separation, I wonder if your chess skills have improved?"
"Go." The gray-haired old man pushed Bai Zi away, "Black and white first."
He hung the black piece where the white piece was just now, "The tree may grow crooked, the horse may stumble, I will definitely win this time."
Yu Sheng couldn't listen anymore, so he just happened to come down and hurriedly went to the kitchen to bring out the mess.
Seeing Suiyu carrying his luggage, he asked, "Are you leaving now?"
"Yes, after three days, I should be on my way." Suiyu picked up a pair of chopsticks.
"No, no." Yu Sheng shook his head, "You have to wait until I make your mother's stew before you leave."
"I accept your wishes, shopkeeper, but there's no need for that," Suiyu said.
He picked up a chopstick, chewed it a little, and his eyes lit up.
Yu Sheng was delighted, "Is this your mother's mess?"
Suiyu said: "It's a bit similar, very close, but there's still something missing."
"Almost something." Yu Sheng pondered. Shan Cong obviously used it correctly, so what else is missing?
"What kind of pot is your mother's pot?"
"Ceramic pot."
"I said, don't leave." Yu Sheng said and ran back to the kitchen.
"Hurry up." The gray-haired old man urged.
The white-haired old man held on to his words and asked, "Was he cursing just now?"
The gray-haired old man paused and said: "You are a vulgar person, but we are lucky to be able to make you shine."
They continued downstairs. As soon as Yu Sheng had cut all the vegetables and put them in the clay pot, Cao'er came downstairs.
"There are guests this early in the morning?" She was also surprised, "Your aunt is looking for you."
Yu Sheng nodded and told Cao'er to watch Suiyu carefully before going upstairs.
When he was waiting in the small building, Aunt Qing also came down with her hair tied up and wearing a golden crown, looking like a scholar.
When she saw the two old men playing chess, she asked, "When did they come?"
"It's early in the morning." Yu Sheng said.
Li Zheng had already left, and a copper coin was placed on the table.
Fu Nan didn't know when he came in and sat at the table of the two old men, watching them play chess and pointing his fingers from time to time.
"Get down here and block him." Fu Nan said.
"That makes sense." The white-haired old man heard the words and fell into disbelief.
Yu Sheng immediately understood the chess skills of these two old men.
After giving instructions to the white-haired old man, Fu Nan went to give instructions to the gray-haired old man, "If you leave it here, if you leave it here, it will make him lose his temper."
The gray-haired old man thought about it and realized that it was indeed a good idea, so he did what he said.
He did not forget to praise, "The young man is good at chess."
Rich is hard to be complacent, "Of course, no one in such a big inn can be my opponent. They were defeated when they were two against one."
"When playing chess, you must take one step, look at the second step, and think about the third step."
Fu Nan said when he saw Yu Sheng, he greeted him: "Shopkeeper, bring me a bowl of soy milk, add..."
The two old men looked at him at the same time, and Fu Nan lowered his voice uncomfortably: "Add chili pepper."
Chili peppers are redeemed through the system. They are usually used to make mapo tofu, but I don’t know when Fu Nan likes to add them to soy milk.
The two old men remained silent again, quietly taking a sip of soy milk to wake up.
"Continue, continue." Fu Nan urged, "As soon as he made a move, I knew there was a flaw."
"Three stinky chess players have come together." Yu Sheng said, "If the people from Lan Keshan knew that his chess was being played by these people, they would be furious to death."
The clay pot takes longer to cook, so it takes a long time for Yu Sheng to take it out.
"Try it, is it your mother's mess?"
The white-haired old man stopped and said, "He is making rude remarks again."
He took a bite eagerly but restrainedly, and his whole body started to tremble after just one bite.
Many memories came back, some that he thought he couldn't remember, or even forgot.
Although it's not as delicious as the previous ones, this is the mess in his heart.
Taste is sometimes really difficult to measure in terms of whether it is good or not. Sometimes it is a memory in itself.
Unknowingly, Suiyu had finished the mess, picked up his suitcase, and placed four pieces of money on the table.
"That's too much." Yu Sheng said.
"Not much." Suiyu faced outward, strode out of the inn, and headed north.
Wandering around the inn for three days was hesitant, but now he found the courage to move forward.