At dusk, with smoke rising from the kitchens, the farmers, covered with the setting sun, passed the stone bridge, crossed the archway, and returned to the town.
Li Zheng walked to the stool at the door of the inn to rest. There was herbal tea on the table, and he poured a bowl for himself.
Uncle Shi also sat over after a while. Gradually, many people who had returned from work and were drinking tea and resting were sitting in front of the inn.
They were chatting, and the topic couldn't be separated from the land and harvest. Just as they were chatting, the topic turned to the rest of their lives.
Li Zheng turned around and asked the four Ye Zigao who were sitting around in the inn, "Where is Xiao Yu'er? You are quite at ease, and you don't care what Tian Huangcheng is like."
Ye Zigao said: "Does the inn still have fields?"
Li Zheng pointed to the fields in the distance, "The fields near the bamboo forest and the main road belong to the inn."
At this time, Uncle Gen, the fisherman, came over carrying a skein of beef.
He shouted at the door and took over Li Zheng's words, "Since Lao Yu left, those fields have been abandoned by this kid."
Yu Sheng came out and took the piece of beef. Hearing this, he said, "Don't worry, I'll plant it in a few days."
"What do you want to plant? Now you have to loosen the soil and weed." Li Zheng said.
"Let's plant all the beans and serve them," Yu Sheng said.
He knows that once soy products such as tofu and soy milk are made, there will be more places where beans are needed.
When encountering guests with deep pockets or BMWs, it is indispensable to use good horse grass and bean feed. The inn's consumption of beans will increase.
He also has other plans for the rest of his life. In his opinion, to improve the taste of soy products, the first step is to grow the most delicious beans.
"It's okay." Several farming experts nodded, and they told Yu Sheng to call them to help when the time comes.
In their opinion, things like the inn are not suitable for farming at all.
Yu Sheng agreed and then turned around. Li Zheng was curious behind him, "You roast beef? It's such a waste."
Farming is hard work, and cattle are naturally very expensive. Even the wealthy families in Yangzhou City only try it occasionally.
Yu Sheng was only willing to let Xiao Gen'er bring this piece of hair back, "for cooking." Yu Sheng said and went back to the kitchen.
The most important thing in making Mapo Tofu is that firstly there is too much oil, and secondly the minced meat must be minced beef. If you use other minced meat, the taste will be much worse.
Yu Sheng had already exchanged beef in the system, because beef from another world was too expensive, and he was severely blackmailed by the system.
As for the current pile of beef, one is to deceive others, and the other is to facilitate future use.
Yu Sheng finally figured it out. Although the taste is worse, it is still very affordable to buy in reality. After all, the merit is priceless.
Yu Sheng was busy behind the scenes, and everyone was sitting outside the inn. The setting sun hung on the archway and fell on everyone's cheeks, illuminating their dark skin with a bright red color.
It was a little dark inside the inn, but it was not when the lights were on. Ye Zigao and the four of them also sat out.
A group of people chatted all over the place, and Ye Gaogen added more details to the story about how he escaped from death with the power of the black dragon.
After hearing this, the people in the town looked at Ye Zigao with incomprehensible expressions.
After he finished speaking, Li Zheng said: "There have been two dragons in our town, but they are not as weak as you said."
"It's just divine power, not the true body." Ye Zigao laughed and asked, "Has a dragon appeared in this town?"
Li Zhengdao: "Of course, there is a little white dragon and an evil dragon. There is also a portrait of the city lord killing the dragon in the temple."
Ye Zigao nodded, "It turns out that the lord of Yangzhou City killed the evil dragon in the town. I really didn't know."
"Where is the temple? I'm the best at painting dragons. I'll go and appreciate it some other time." Ye Zigao said again.
Li Zheng pointed out the direction to him.
They sat idle for a while, waiting for the setting sun to set behind the bamboo forest and the white birds returning to their nests, when there was a sudden "crash" in the kitchen, and Yu Sheng was cooking.
After everyone was reminded, they got up and went home.
After just walking a few steps, Li Zheng stopped, straightened his nose and sniffed, "What does it smell like? It's so fragrant."
The greedy senior also stopped and said, "It should be Xiaoyuer cooking new dishes."
The three or five of them didn't leave and returned to the inn, staring at the curtain in the kitchen.
The aroma that everyone smells is that Yu Sheng stir-fried the bean paste, minced ginger and garlic, and chili noodles until fragrant. These are all condiments, and when stir-fried, the aroma is naturally attractive.
After the tofu and fresh soup were added to the steaming pot of fried meat, the tangy smell subsided, but the gluttons of everyone outside were already aroused.
Half a day ago, Yu Sheng was at a loss as to what to do with Mapo Tofu, but after exchanging the recipes, he was able to do it with ease.
He stir-fried over low heat, letting the soup gradually absorb into the tofu, and skillfully stir-frying from time to time without damaging the tender tofu.
When the heat is up, sprinkle a layer of Sichuan peppercorns on Yu Sheng, put it on a delicate white porcelain plate, and take it out while it's hot.
As soon as he opened the door curtain, Yu Sheng was startled, "What are you doing?"
Everyone ignored him and all looked at the food on the plate.
On the white plate, the tofu was in good shape and bright red in color. The contrast between red and white was very attractive.
Just looking at the food and smelling the aroma, Ye Gao already felt hungry before tasting it.
Not to mention that ginger is still spicy, when they were paying attention, Li Zheng had already taken out the chopsticks at some point and picked up a piece with quick eyes and hands.
He put it in his mouth and immediately cried out in pain from the burning, but after enduring the burning and chewing it, the numbing, spicy, tender, fragrant, fresh and other flavors immediately spread in his mouth.
"How's it going?" Everyone asked him, but he didn't answer politely. He picked up another piece, blew on it and quickly threw it into his mouth.
At this time, everyone refused to comply. Senior Senior took the chopsticks early, pushed him away and came closer.
Yu Sheng's knife skills are still terrible, and I can pick up a big piece with chopsticks in my senior year.
It's just that he had been working hard all day long, and he didn't expect the tofu to be soft, so he accidentally dropped it on the ground.
Everyone unanimously condemned him and wanted to deprive him of the right to try new things.
However, as the senior high school student was taller and stronger, he allowed everyone to push him, but he remained unmoved, and after two more mouthfuls, he withdrew with unsatisfied taste.
Yu Sheng handed the plate to Uncle Shi, who had squeezed in because of his seniority, "You guys have a taste, I'm still making it later."
Yu Sheng returned to the back kitchen, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and let out a long breath.
That plate of food was originally prepared for four people, so it was more than enough for everyone to have a bite.
Li Zheng's mouth felt numb and spicy. After taking a sip of herbal tea and pressing it down, he asked with endless aftertaste: "What kind of dish is this?"
Bai Gaoxing replied from the side: "I heard from the shopkeeper that it's called Mapo Tofu."
"Ma Po Tofu, who is Mapo?" Li Zheng was puzzled, "I think it should be called small fish tofu or fish tofu."
When Yu Sheng came out, he happened to hear, "You are worthy of your surname Zhang, you are really good at showing off your reputation."
"You brat, you dare to laugh at me." Li Zheng kicked him, but Yu Sheng nimbly dodged him.
"Ma Po Tofu is Mapo Tofu, no matter who is Mapo." Yu Sheng sat down to drink a cup of tea, and everyone finished the plate.
Uncle Shi asked curiously: "Xiao Yu'er, how do you make that tofu?"
Fortunately, there was a systematic stone mill, and Yu Sheng was not afraid of explanations. But just as he was about to say it, he heard a loud "bang" outside and the house shook.
"What's going on?" Everyone was shocked.
Fu Nan was on high alert, put down the plate he had licked clean, walked to the door of the inn, glanced at it, and immediately froze.
Demon-hunting master Bai Gaoxing followed closely behind, but after seeing what was in front of the inn door, he also stood still, his legs as if they were rooted to the ground.
In the afterglow of the sunset, they saw a turtle and a person standing outside the inn.
The turtle is as tall as a horse, and its shining eyes are like two lanterns.
The turtle shell is surrounded by a large millstone. The turtle shell is so dark that the pattern cannot be seen clearly in the darkness.
What's even more surprising is that the tortoise only has three legs, two in front and one in the back. It turned out to be a three-legged tortoise.
According to legend, those who eat the three-legged turtles from wild waters will have no serious illnesses in their lives, and can also clear away silt and reduce swelling. However, if they are from other places, the meat is highly poisonous, and those who eat them will most likely lose their lives.
Compared with the three-legged turtle, the owner of the horse was a bit small. When everyone looked at him, they saw that he was wrapped in a quilt, with only his pale head exposed.
"Ahem." The man coughed awkwardly, pushed away the red quilt, and pointed to the sky, "It gets cold at high places, you know."
"I understand, I understand." Everyone nodded in unison, not daring to say they didn't understand.
The man patted the three-legged turtle on the head and said, "Take two steps." The three-legged turtle was indifferent and just stretched out its half-foot-long neck, pushed aside the rich and difficult, and poked its head into the inn.
The visitor was even more embarrassed now, "What, this beast just caught..."
As an inn owner for the rest of my life, I naturally have to alleviate the embarrassment of my guests.
He squeezed out of the crowd and complimented: "Really? This mount is really good. Look at how long this 'Didi' is..."
Yu Sheng hurriedly shut his mouth, smiled awkwardly at all the eyes that were cast on him, and cursed in his heart: "Damn it, are you blocking me from talking to others?"
The system responded with a cold voice: Just reminding you that this is a sensitive word.
"I know how to tell fake characters!" Yu Sheng raised his middle finger to him in his mind.
At this time, the three-legged turtle finally moved a step after being patted on the head by the visitor, and the three footprints on the sunken bluestone were immediately clearly exposed.
I spent the rest of my life looking at the sky. It turned out that this three-legged turtle really fell from the sky. My grandma, what kind of god is this?
When I look at a person again for the rest of my life, I see that he is wearing loose and baggy clothes, the hem of which covers the tortoise's back, and trembles slightly when the breeze blows.
Perhaps because he wasn't aware of the constant wind, he was still shaking a fan and gently blowing the tassel on his white hat.
The immortal spirit is not an ordinary person.
But for some reason, the tassel is red, which is very inconsistent with the white one.
When the visitor saw that the matter of putting on the quilt had been explained clearly and would not ruin his reputation, he waved his fan and said, "Is Miss Shi Yu here?"
"Shi Yu?" Yu Sheng replied, "Who is that?"
"The owner of this inn." The visitor was surprised, "Miss Shi Yu is not in town anymore?"
Yu Sheng scratched the back of his head and was about to ask the person if he remembered wrongly, when Li Zheng patted him on the head and said, "Shi Yu is your mother?"
"My mother?" Yu Sheng was stunned. He really didn't know. Lao Yu only told him that his mother's surname was Long.
The visitor looked at Yu Sheng in surprise, "Are you Shi Yu's son?"
Yu Sheng nodded, "Probably so."
"Where did she go?" someone asked.
My mother was the elder, so I just pointed at the lake behind the inn.
"That's it." The visitor nodded, "The fate of this world is over, and it's time to step out of the world of mortals."