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Three hundred and seventieth chapters together

The thought wandered away, and by the time Hu Muyuan noticed, the hand choosing vegetables touched Guai Zai's hand.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Wei Zai hurriedly took it back and apologized.

Hu Muyuan smiled bitterly, "Generally speaking, it is the man who should apologize."

Wei Zai nodded slightly, lowered his head and continued to choose vegetables in a muffled voice. Hu's mother wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say.

When she was with other girls, Mother Hu always had endless things to say, and she never had to start a conversation with him, but now she was stumping him.

While he was racking his brains, Po Meng walked out of the inn and asked, "Have a taste of fish. What is your wish? Help him break the rules of the inn?"

"But why doesn't the curse restrict me from fulfilling it?" Po Meng was puzzled, "Why, why?"

Hu Muyuan finally found the answer, "What's wrong with her?"

He smiled strangely, "It seems like Xiao Yu'er made an inexplicable wish that Po Meng couldn't figure out."

"If you don't understand it, you can't understand it. Why torture yourself?" Hu Muyuan said.

This is hard to explain, so Wei Zai can only smile slightly.

Hu Muyuan continued their awkward conversation, "When will Shopkeeper Yu come back?"

"It's going to be a long trip this time, at least five or six days," Guizai said.

After being quiet for a while, Guaizai, who was thinking so much, raised his head and asked Hu Muyuan, "Is the food I cooked not to your taste?"

"No, no." Hu Muyuan waved her hands hurriedly, "I think your cooking is better than his."

Unexpectedly, Zai Zai acted, thinking that she was looking directly at him. After thinking about the questioning look, Hu Muyuan confirmed: "Really, I'm not complimenting you."

"Pfft", Qingzai couldn't help but laugh, and she quickly lowered her head, "Thank you, Xiaoyu'er will be angry when he hears this. I learned all my cooking from him."

"The blue is better than the blue." Mother Hu was still smiling strangely, feeling that the flattery was a bit too much, "Of course, this also has something to do with personal taste."

"The formation of a person's taste is closely related to his family and mother." Hu Muyuan said.

Wei Zai stopped laughing, turned his hat towards Hu Muyuan, and listened to him carefully.

Hu Muyuan then continued: "When a person is born, his taste is roughly determined by the influence of his mother's food."

Therefore, for people, there are thousands of delicacies in the world, but the most delicious and appetizing ones must be not far different from the meals of your mother.

"For us, many delicacies only bring stimulation to our taste buds. If we eat too much, we will get tired of it. Only the taste of home is burned into our hearts and we will never forget it."

Hu Muyuan turned her head and looked at Wei Zai carefully, "The same is true for falling in love. Worldly people are stimulated by appearance, but they don't know that finding the soul that matches them is the most precious thing."

Separated by a piece of green gauze, the two of them looked at each other like this, and the ambiguity and silence slowly rose between them, causing the vegetables in their hands to be torn into pieces.

Perhaps feeling too empty, Hu Muyuan said, "Just like your shopkeeper Yu, who was confused by his aunt's appearance."

Wei Zai couldn't help but laugh, "If Xiao Yu'er hears this, he will definitely let you try his croquettes."

"His croquettes..." Halfway through her words, Hu Mu was interrupted by Cao'er running out of the inn.

"Success, success." She held a large jar in her hand and almost bumped into Hu Muyuan when she went out excitedly.

"Humph, jealousy must have been copied by me." Cao'er felt that Hu Muyuan was sitting at her feet on purpose, so she finally stabilized herself and took a detour towards the bridge.

The black girls came up to them and said, "Let me see, let me see." Po Meng and Zhenzi scrambled to pick up Cao'er's jar.

The big buffalo was grazing along the river, but it was blocked by a few of them. He lowered his head and pushed them away from the archway.

"Be careful." Cao'er hurriedly protected her jar, "I stole Xiao Yu'er's wine grape 82 years old wine. It's very precious."

Po Meng looked at the liquid in the jar and asked, "Why is your color so dark?"

"The concoction is a little too much, but it doesn't matter. This way the medicine will be more effective." Cao'er said nonchalantly, "Which one of you will try it?"

Po Meng took a step back and said, "I washed it this morning and let Zhenzi try it."

Zhen Zi looked at the slightly deeper liquid and said, "Well, I have become a ghost, so I don't really care about my appearance."

Seeing the grass falling on her, the black girl said without waiting for her to speak: "My mother said that dragons are beautiful because of their scales. This is not suitable for me."

Cao'er saw through their trick, "You coward, you don't even dare to try this, Li Guai, come here." Cao'er called to the coward.

"Is this Jian Nang Town?" A man walked up to the stone bridge and asked about the grass beside the bridge.

He has a big belly. If he were not a man, others would mistakenly think that he is pregnant.

No one paid any attention to him, so when he saw Cao'er greeting him, he quickly shook his head, pointed at Cao'er and then at himself, and made a few "ga" sounds.

Bullying the demon can't speak, Cao'er said happily: "Sisters, come here, let me help you try."

The ghost hurriedly hid behind Zhenzi, and Zhenzi said: "What she said is, why don't you try?"

"Is this Jian Nang Town?" the man on the stone bridge said angrily.

Still no one paid attention to him. Cao'er Bai Zhenzi glanced at him and said, "Have you ever seen a doctor personally test the medicine?"

"Okay, if you dare, let a few of us..."

There was a loud "bang" sound, and the entire archway suddenly collapsed, hitting Po Meng and the others hard behind them.

Feng'er was almost swept away, but fortunately, Po Meng stopped her in time.

Hu Mu was far away, which was strange. Cao'er and Meng Po were all staring blankly at the pot-bellied man.

That was the archway where the Yangzhou City Lord hung his sword pouch, and it was actually knocked down by this man!

Looking at the sword pouch that fell on the ground, Zhen Zi swallowed and said, "This, this is the sword pouch town."

"Hmph," the pot-bellied man said coldly, "It doesn't matter whether Jian Nang Town is there or not. I'm here to avenge my son."

"Revenge, revenge, who to seek revenge from?" Zhenzi asked.

"Nonsense, of course he is the murderer of my son Shan Yao." The pot-bellied man said with an angry look on his face.

Shan Yao, Meng Po and Hei Niu's hearts cluttered at the same time, the identity of this big-bellied man was about to be revealed, and the gods of the mountains were united (yǔ)!

When the people in the town heard the noise, they rushed out of their houses. When they saw the archway collapsed and the sword pouch falling to the ground, there was a roar of surprise, like a cauldron of water boiling.

"Why are you making such a fuss? Whoever killed my son, please stand up for me." The mountain god shouted loudly, covering up everyone's voices.

The entire Jian Nang Town fell silent in an instant.

The mountain god glanced at the clearing and saw that the blood stains from the dissected pig were still there, so he scanned the crowd and finally stopped at the shortest Cao'er.

"You are young, tell me who killed my son." The mountain god said.

"I didn't kill him." Cao'er shook his head.

"If you say nothing about your mother, I'll ask who killed her." The mountain god raised his eyebrows.

"I'll be struck to death by lightning." Cao'er pointed to the sky, "Also, you can't discriminate against me because I'm short."

"Death by lightning?" The mountain god looked up at the sky, and then smiled ferociously: "If you dare to fool me, I will kill you first."

While he was talking, the mountain god stood there, folded his hands as big as a casserole, and opened his larger palms to grab the grass.

When the distance is not enough, the arms suddenly stretch like rubber bands.

At the same time, the underground sword bag shot out two sword energy in an instant, attacking the mountain god's outstretched arm.

The sword bag can't do anything to my son, let alone me.

Without stopping, the mountain god raised his foot and kicked the sword pouch away, landing on the beam of the inn.

Hei Niu and Meng Po shot at the same time, but they couldn't change the direction of their hands. The mountain god didn't feel any pain or itching, and didn't care about the two little fleas.

"Ah", Cao'er was so frightened that she didn't even care about the jar in her hand and smashed it directly towards the outstretched palm.

With a "bang" sound, the jar was broken directly with the palm of my hand without dodging, and the lotion was all over my hands.


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