Chapter three hundred and sixteen when whispering in the middle of the night
If one's wealth is not revealed, of course he will try his best to deny that he has a magical object for the rest of his life. Although the white-browed old man doesn't believe it, he has nothing to do.
Now everyone knows that there is the City Lord's Mansion behind Yu Sheng, and they are still looking for the bronze mirror here, so they can't offend him.
And as long as it's not a mirror, the men in black and the men in yellow don't care much about these magical objects.
They come from the divine city, which is the city built by the gods. There are countless divine objects in it, and they are not rare for the rest of their lives.
Only Waizui was frustrated. Under the interference of Yu Sheng's divine object, the Dragon-Seeking Ruler would probably be useless.
The two groups finished eating and went upstairs early, leaving the cups and plates in a mess. While they were eating, Scarface led them back.
The villagers helped prepare the meals they had at home, and Yu Sheng also gave them a plate of tofu.
When the time comes, these accounts will be shared equally among every household in the town.
Smelling the aroma of food in the lobby, the already full bald man touched his stomach, turned around and said to Scarface: "Boss, I feel hungry again."
The other brothers are also greedy.
Scarface kicked the bald man, "As long as you eat as much as you can, we'll wait until you get paid."
I don't have much money left now, so I just want to be prepared for emergencies. As for the salary, Li Zheng took the initiative to ask for it in the afternoon.
This group of people performed their duties all day long, which moved Li Zheng very much. After discussing with the old man, he decided to give them some wages.
But it's not much, not as much as what was exposed between Scarface's fingers when he was acting recklessly in the village.
Soon others also went upstairs, leaving only Yu Sheng and Aunt Qing. She had not gone back to rest because the bones were upstairs.
Seeing Yu Sheng busy in the kitchen, Aunt Qing sat on the stool in the kitchen and saw Yu Sheng scooping up a piece of pork belly.
This piece of pork belly has been soaked in clean water for half an hour, and all the blood has been removed.
"What are you doing?" Aunt Qing took the Huadiao wine from Yu Sheng and poured herself a glass.
"Breakfast." Yu Sheng said as he turned around to be busy.
Aunt Qing was startled and said, "You are confused. You have just finished dinner. What should you make for breakfast?"
"This is a new trick, you have to prepare it in advance." Yu Sheng said, cutting the pork belly into large pieces.
The light of the knife flickered under the night pearl, and only the shadow could be seen, but the knife was not visible. Yu Sheng felt that it was sometimes difficult to complete the task of knife craftsmanship. He had not given up practicing these days.
Blanch the cut meat in boiling water, skim off the foam, take it out and set it aside, and take out some spices.
These seasonings include bay leaves, star anise, Sichuan peppercorns, tangerine peel and cinnamon, all of which are redeemed in the system in Yu Sheng.
Although there are them in the wilderness, it is difficult to find them all.
That is to say, when I just redeemed it, Yu Sheng discovered that I had received thousands of merit points today.
Not only was there a reward from the Star Reaching Tower, but Huang Xianer was also rewarded with five thousand merit points, which surprised Yu Sheng.
"Did I burn Huang Xian'er to death?" Yu Sheng asked in his thoughts at that time, but the system remained silent.
It can be seen that it doesn't know, otherwise it would definitely seize the opportunity to find relief from the pain of being unable to speak.
Putting these condiments on the table, Yu Sheng took out a piece of linen cloth and thread.
"Help me wrap these condiments into the cloth." Yu Sheng said, because there were many guests and the amount of cooking was large, I had to ask my aunt for help.
Aunt Qing put down the wine cup and reached for it, "Fortunately I stayed, otherwise you would have to work boringly alone and go to bed very late."
Yu Sheng sat across from her, "If I'm alone, I'll do less. I'll just have enough for myself in the morning."
Aunt Qing has done needlework, and now her hands are much more dexterous, so she is very good at wrapping. She can wrap the thread just by twisting it around.
Yu Sheng's cooking is easy, but this one doesn't work. It's mainly due to obsessive-compulsive disorder. Every time you pack one, you must carefully check whether it is firmly tied.
The kitchen was very quiet, and the light of the night pearl cast the shadows of the two people on the wall. They occasionally said a word, which made my heart warm.
After it was almost done, Yu Sheng stood up, took a deeper soup pot, and put the meat cubes and spice packets into it.
Also put in are chopped green onions and ginger slices, soy sauce, and converted rock sugar.
"Ah, open your mouth." After Yu Sheng finished doing this, he turned around and gestured to Aunt Qing with his mouth open.
"What are you doing?" Aunt Qing looked at him warily.
"You'll know when you open your mouth." Yu Sheng said, "If it's a prank, take away all these night-light pearls."
Aunt Qing didn't believe Yu Sheng, but she believed he loved money, so she opened her mouth in doubt.
Yu Sheng pinched a piece of rock candy and threw it into her mouth. Aunt Qing closed her lips and when she stopped her hand, Yu Sheng's fingers touched the softness.
"What is this? It's sweet." Aunt Qing said sweetly. She had never eaten this before.
"Sugar, keep it in your mouth and eat it." Yu Sheng took the Huadiao wine in front of her and poured it into the soup pot.
Compared with cooking wine, rice wine is better at improving freshness.
After everything is done, Yu Sheng pours enough water into the pot and starts boiling over high heat.
During this period, I was not idle for the rest of my life. I cut a plate of pork head for Aunt Qing and let her drink it, and then took out a page of the book.
While Aunt Qing was drinking, he took out the post and copied it.
Of course it's not the "Tummy Pain Post". I will never copy this post for the rest of my life in the kitchen.
"When will it be ready?" Aunt Qing drank wine and pointed to the soup pot on the stove.
"About an hour." After Yu Sheng finished copying a word, he looked up and said.
Aunt Qing saw that what he wrote was the word "Jian", which was very similar to the word "Jian" used on the same page of the book.
"It's much better than the word sword on the post in front of you." My aunt rarely praised Yu Sheng, "Do you still remember the word sword?"
"Of course." Yu Sheng picked up the pen and wrote another one. "I have a photographic memory of words. If the same word is written by different people, I can detect any difference."
Aunt Qing knew that this was talent, a talent that Lao Yu worked hard to pursue but could not obtain.
"But this word seems to be of no use." Aunt Qing said, "After all, enlightenment is different, and its form is easy to obtain, but its spirit is rare."
For the rest of his life, what he left on a page of a book was not just the word sword, but a sword intention and a sword formation.
Only those who are proficient in swordsmanship and calligraphy can achieve such a perfect fit between the two.
Of course Yu Sheng knew, he said: "I know, I am just trying to figure out the calligraphy aspects of it. Maybe I can summon a sword?"
"By the way." Yu Sheng raised his head, "Little aunt, you still remember the word 'bride price' on the back of a page, right?"
Aunt Qing, who was drinking, even chewed the candy in her mouth subconsciously, "Yes, yes, I don't remember?"
Yu Sheng smiled and said: "Don't try to cheat, that sword umbrella is for me to marry my wife."
Aunt Qing managed to calm down, "It's still early for you to marry a wife." She said while biting the candy.
"Just remember." Yu Sheng turned around and saw that the soup pot was already boiling. He changed the heat to low and let it continue to simmer.
Under the dim light, Yu Sheng put aside his thoughts of making Aunt Qing happy and concentrated on practicing calligraphy.
Aunt Qing became more and more energetic while drinking wine, and even a little hungry, because the aroma of braised food overflowed in the kitchen, making her more and more hungry.
"Isn't it good?" I don't know how long it took, but Aunt Qing, who was drinking, finally couldn't help asking Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng woke up with a start, looked up and saw Aunt Qing's eyes shining brightly under the dim light, looking straight at the soup pot on the stove.
He turned around and opened the pot lid and took a look, "It's early, it still takes half an hour."
Aunt Qing had no choice but to continue eating the pork head on the plate.