For other gods, Yangzhou fried rice may not be too different from their daily life, but for Yu Sheng, a half-human and half-god, it is far different.
The food he enjoys on weekdays does not use top-quality ingredients, but the ingredients are definitely not bad.
The taste of the ingredients themselves has a great influence on the deliciousness. The Yangzhou fried rice made from old rice and inferior rice has no chance of entering Yu Sheng's mouth on weekdays.
But for these people who live in thatched huts and wear rags, it is already a rare delicacy, and perhaps even the city lord's dining table is not as good as it.
Amid everyone's expectations, Yu Sheng put down the shovel and breathed out lightly, "Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark shadow jumped out from under Yu Sheng's feet. Just as he was about to throw himself onto the stove, the little girl grabbed him by the collar.
"Let me go, I'm still young, I'm still growing, you can't abuse me." Song Xiaobao struggled forward desperately, but couldn't move forward at all.
The woman standing next to the stove came to her senses and gently slapped the boy away, "Let the guests eat first."
She took a bowl, filled it up for Yu Sheng, and handed it to Yu Sheng's hand as Song Xiaobao watched.
Yu Sheng was not polite, took it and sat on the stool, using it as if no one else was around.
Although the rice was not to his liking, Yu Sheng had been busy all day long and had only had a little rest at night. Now was the time to replenish his energy.
After Yu Sheng took him away, the woman served Song Xiaobao food, which was not very noisy, but it was enough to fill the boy's stomach.
Song Xiaobao took the rice and couldn't wait to put his head into the bowl before his mother handed over the spoon.
When he raised his head, there were grains of rice on his nose and cheeks. He didn't bother to wipe it off and chewed the fried rice with relish, his body shaking with pleasure.
I chewed a mouthful of rice in my mouth for a long time, until I couldn't taste the taste anymore, and then I swallowed it into my stomach with unsatisfied taste.
Next, instead of eagerly taking another bite, he carefully removed the rice grains from the tip of his nose and cheeks and placed them on the tip of his tongue.
"Xiaobao, what did you eat?" The aunt outside the hut smiled and talked to him.
"Yangzhou fried rice." The boy shook his head and said.
The aunt secretly swallowed a sip of saliva and said even more amiably: "Come on, how about letting me have a taste? I'll buy you some tea eggs later."
This boy likes to eat eggs the most, and I think I can definitely seduce him.
As for the tea eggs, they were a rare thing from Yangzhou City. I heard they were eaten by the city lords, but most people couldn't afford them. She had never heard of them.
Song Xiaobao looked up at her in the midst of his busy schedule, took a step closer to her, then quickly ran into the house, squatting in a corner and enjoying it.
"Hey, this kid, I don't even want tea eggs." The aunt shook her head, but she wanted to try Yangzhou fried rice even more.
The little girl received as much in the bowl as her brother, and the woman took a little for herself, leaving a lot in the pot in case there was not enough for the rest of her life.
She took a small bite of Yangzhou fried rice and almost swallowed it with her tongue. She felt that her whole life had been refreshed.
Before this, she had never thought that there could be such delicious fried rice in the world, and she even couldn't believe that this rice was actually cooked on her own stove.
"Nannan, nannan." The unwilling aunt greeted the little girl again, "Let me have a taste. I will take all the sweet potatoes you dug today."
The little girl was moved.
The aunt is not telling lies, the pickles she pickles are very popular, and she needs a lot of sweet potatoes every day, enough to buy all they dug today.
The little girl looked at her bowl and said with great reluctance: "Just one bite."
"Just one bite." The aunt agreed very simply.
In order to make it easier for her mother, the little girl reluctantly handed over the bowl.
The aunt took it into her hands and saw that this bowl of Yangzhou fried rice, which she had never tasted before, was full of ingredients. The rice grains were clearly defined and even wrapped in eggs. It looked quite tempting.
She took a big bite under the watchful eyes of everyone around her, chewing it preciously in her mouth.
"How is it, how is it?" people around asked the aunt.
The aunt closed her eyes and ignored them. There was no salt or other seasonings in this fried rice, but it was still moderately salty.
The taste of rice has improved a lot, and with rich ingredients, it has become an unstoppable delicacy.
When the little girl reached out to pick up the bowl, the aunt suddenly opened her eyes, picked up the chopsticks and fed herself another mouthful.
"Tomorrow, I want sweet potatoes tomorrow too, and I won't lower the price." The aunt said inarticulately.
Because she was good at pickling pickles, she consumed a lot of sweet potatoes. She often lowered the price when harvesting sweet potatoes, so many people could only pickle pickles and sell them.
Now that this promise has been made, all those who are tempted by the fragrance are eager to taste what deliciousness this is.
The man next to him grabbed the bowl and said, "I'll help you dig out the sweet potatoes tomorrow." After that, he lowered his head and took a big bite.
Before he could swallow the rice, the people next to him snatched it away and rounded up the sweet potato acquired by the little girl's house.
For a while, the little girl's bowl was snatched back and forth by people, and it quickly ran out of food.
The little girl who only ate a few bites couldn't help but blush. Although it brought many discounts to the family, the fried rice was the best fried rice she had ever eaten.
If you can't eat it this time, you will have even fewer opportunities in the future. It is probably only this time in your life that you can be so lucky.
Yu Sheng then raised his head and said, "My bowl of wine is almost done. Give the rest of the pot to the child."
Firstly, Yu Sheng's words were to help the little girl, but secondly, he really couldn't eat anymore.
I had a bad appetite for the rest of my life, so it was hard to swallow the fried rice made from old and inferior rice.
The woman thanked Yu Sheng and gave the little girl another bowl of rice, and the red circles under her eyes disappeared.
At this moment, a dog barked from the corner. It was the little local dog begging Song Xiaobao for food. Yu Sheng saw him pinching a few grains of rice and feeding it to the local dog, which was very stingy.
While everyone on the street outside was obsessed with snatching the bowl of Yangzhou fried rice, a group of monsters led by a strong man in tattered clothes came to the thatched house.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way, or else I'll throw you into jail and let the monsters eat you." The man who opened the way was a tall and strong man, and he pushed and kicked you while clearing the way.
Those who couldn't taste Yangzhou fried rice and could only feast their eyes turned around and saw Yangzhou's prestigious city guard commander Young Wolf Lord sitting on his horse, looking at them with disgust.
The young wolf master covered his mouth and nose and stayed far away from the people, fearing that the strange smell in the thatch community would spread to him.
Sitting on a horse that was staggered away from the young wolf master was the wolf-haired monster who had just been taught a lesson by Yu Sheng.
He looked through the window, and after seeing Yu Sheng sitting on the stool eating, his face lit up, "Sir, that's him, that kid."
"This is the guy who hung me up." The wolf-haired monster pointed at Yu Sheng and said.
"He?" Young Wolf Master immediately looked at Yu Sheng. "Boy, as a human being, you dare to attack the nobles of the demon city. You don't take my city lord's law seriously. You are very brave."
He waved his hand and asked the city guards who were following him to go in and pull out Yu Sheng, "Let this kid have a taste of my city's method of punishing people."