The banquet was very large and was placed on the street and in the open space. The previously eliminated tables were also moved out and extended to the front of the archway.
This was Yu Sheng's special order. When the time comes, the aroma of the food will waft to the mountain wolves, making them hungry to death.
Aunt Qing sneered at Yu Sheng's actions.
In order to thank Scarface for saving his life and to celebrate the rest of his life, he slaughtered a pig at the ninth time and gave it directly to the inn.
In the kitchen, Qing Zai and Yu Sheng were busy together, and Aunt Qing rarely came in to help Yu Sheng.
It's not that my aunt sympathizes with the hardship of cooking for the rest of her life, but that she didn't dare to speak loudly when many people in the lobby spoke.
My aunt usually doesn't touch Yang Chun Shui, so she said she was giving her a hand, but it was actually a disservice.
After mistaking salt for sugar, Yu Sheng politely advised his aunt to take a rest.
"I'll come, I'll come. Cooking hurts my hands, and rough hands don't look good." Yu Sheng exaggeratedly showed concern.
He took the spoon from Aunt Qing's hand and pushed her to sit on the stool behind him. "You try the dishes. This is the hardest job."
Without waiting for Aunt Qing to speak, Yu Sheng turned around and fed her a piece of meat. Aunt Qing tasted it and said, "It's ready."
Yu Sheng filled the pots and told Ye Zi to go away. The villagers who helped in the lobby separated the vegetables and put them on a large tray to send out.
Today, Xi Mian Yu Sheng tried his best to cook all the meals he had cooked so far.
Not only are there porridge, soup and soup dumplings, but even stews that have been out for a long time are also on the table.
Fortunately, Yu Sheng's cooking skills are good, and the guests from the city have not tasted all these delicacies, so they don't think they are shabby.
Aunt Qing had tasted every dish. When she found it delicious, she would try a few more bites. When Yu Sheng stopped, her stomach was already half full.
She took out a newly made brocade dress and asked Yu Sheng to take off the apron and help him put it on.
This brocade dress fit much better. Yu Sheng turned around and praised, "It's very good. My aunt is very good at needlework."
Aunt Qing paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course."
For the rest of my life, I don’t know that this brocade garment was hard-won.
One piece made by Aunt Qing is long on the left and short on the right, and the other can be used as a short coat.
As for this piece, after Aunt Ma cut it to size, Aunt Qing sewed it on.
The two of them went out hand in hand and were busy serving dishes. Ye Zigao and Bai Gao's eyes lit up happily after seeing Yu Sheng.
I don't realize it on weekdays, but now I put on a gorgeous gown that fits me perfectly, and the height and fair skin that I will continue to grow for the rest of my life are finally perfectly presented before my eyes.
The two of them realized that Yu had grown up a lot unknowingly, and he was completely different from the black boy they saw when they first came to the inn.
More than ten tables were filled with wine and food, and the guests sat on their seats without moving their chopsticks.
Seeing Yu Sheng come out, everyone stood up and congratulated him together. The guests of the inn were among them, so it was rare for him to come out to bask in the sun.
The folks were there too, and the buns were handed over in a decent manner, but his left and right hands were reversed, so he slapped him down.
"Thank you, thank you all." Yu Sheng expressed his gratitude.
As he walked down the steps, Zhou Jiufeng handed Yu Sheng a glass of wine before Bai Gaoxing could, which attracted Zhuang Zisheng's sideways glance.
Yu Sheng picked up the glass of wine and said, "This is the first time in my life that I am celebrating my birthday. I feel deeply honored to be congratulated by so many people."
He rarely had the opportunity to stand in front of so many people and become the center of attention, so he was so flattered that he couldn't find the words to express it.
So he raised his glass and said, "I don't have to say anything anymore. My gratitude is all in the wine."
Everyone stood up with the wine and drank it all with him.
Yu Sheng invited everyone to enjoy themselves, and he and Aunt Qing sat at the table where Bai Gaoxing, Li Zheng and Chu Ci were sitting.
Zhou Jiufeng stood up again, helped Aunt Qing pull out the chair, and then helped Yu Sheng pull out the chair, which made Yu Sheng feel flattered.
He asked Zhuang Zisheng, "Sister Feng, did you eat the wrong thing today?"
Zhuang Zisheng was also puzzled, "I don't know. If I really ate something wrong, it was made by the inn."
"You just ate the wrong thing." Zhou Jiufeng glared at Zhuang Zisheng, and then smiled at Yu Sheng.
Zhou Jiuzhang clapped his hands in surprise, "Did my sister fall in love with someone else?"
"Cough", Aunt Qing almost choked, and she almost choked for the rest of her life.
"Then what are you..." Zhuang Zisheng was very concerned and needed to figure out this issue.
The words reached his throat again. Zhou Jiufeng looked at the city lord and held it back, finding a random reason: "I am offering my kindness."
No matter how inconspicuous I am for the rest of my life, I am still the young master of the Immortal Mountains, the owner of three Immortal Mountains.
Where is Fairy Mountain?
All the waters in the world return to one place, located on the ruins, where the sun, moon, and stars change, and the latitude and longitude of the sky meet here.
Gods and beasts, as well as countless treasures of heaven and earth, are everywhere in the fairy mountain, which can be called a holy place for enlightened people.
It is said that even ordinary people can achieve enlightenment and become immortals by climbing to the Immortal Mountain. Those who become immortals can achieve ten years of merit in the world by retreating here for one year.
Now remember this for the rest of your life, and walk out the back door and live on the Immortal Mountain for a few hundred years. Becoming an immortal is not a dream, it is very cost-effective.
"To be courteous for nothing is to be either a traitor or a thief." Yu Sheng said, he thought Zhou Jiufeng was indirectly trying to please his aunt.
"I..." Zhou Jiufeng was speechless and could only hold a pig's trotter to block his mouth.
Dinner was served at more than a dozen tables, and the aroma of the food floated in the sky with the wind, and at the same time there were sounds of exclamation.
"This Mapo tofu is more delicious than the one made by Mapo." One person said in surprise.
"Nonsense, shopkeeper Yu is Mapo's master." said the person next to him.
The man endured the burning sensation on his tongue, picked up another piece of Mapo Tofu, and said vaguely: "Gui Yidao is still not convinced, saying that the ingredients win..."
He tried hard not to swallow his tongue, "Now it seems that if we really have to compete with Shopkeeper Yu, he will lose even more miserably."
"Now he has to accept it even if he doesn't agree with it. The Zhaixing Tower now belongs to Shopkeeper Yu."
The two of them laughed, but found that everyone else was engrossed in eating many delicacies they had never tasted before, and they quickly raised their chopsticks to join the battle.
The aroma of the food wafted to the other side of the bridge, attracting the mountain wolves who were ready to move.
A wolf couldn't help but take a step forward and approached the archway. Suddenly the sword energy fell, taking away another life.
Yu Sheng put the chopsticks closer to him and the dishes far away from Aunt Qing into his aunt's bowl. After hearing the screams, he said proudly: "Look, my method works very well."
As he spoke, he stood up and prepared to go to each table to have a few drinks with the guests.
Sitting in the seats closest to the memorial arch was a group of people with scar faces, bald heads, eating meat buns. The sight of a mountain wolf showing blood in his eyes did not dampen his interest at all.
"This meat with ink is so good," the bald man said vaguely.
"If it's delicious, eat more." Yu Sheng came over.
Scarface hurriedly smiled and stood up, "Master, uncle, if you hadn't told me earlier, I would have known that today was your birthday, and I would have prepared a gift."
"It's only my sixteenth birthday, don't call me old." Yu Sheng corrected him many times, but Scarface refused to change his tune.
"Once you are a master uncle, you will always be a master uncle. I am still waiting for my master uncle to teach me the unique skill of the Mercy Knife." Scarface said.
He had already lost his face with the words "Uncle Master" that night, and now he is so shameless that he just wants to pass on to him the two lost tricks of his master for the rest of his life.
"Another day, another day." Yu Sheng left in a hurry.
I don’t know what those two special moves are. I can only improve the system, but I won’t be able to create my own sword skills, certainly not for the rest of my life.