"Boil the meat in plain water without adding anything else," Yu Sheng said.
The Siyous looked at each other, and one female Siyou put down the meat slices on her chopsticks, took out a mouthful of yellow rice with a spoon and tasted it with a solemn expression.
The little fat man, who had been beaten repeatedly and had growing dissatisfaction with the rest of his life, took action again. He was very sure, "He must have secretly added something else."
He blinked his eyes, "Maybe there's saliva. These shop owners will often spit in their food when they don't like you."
This is a matter of professional ethics, no joke.
Yu Sheng glared at the little fat man and said, "Don't talk nonsense. We set up the Eight Immortals table to entertain guests from all over the world. People who do business from all over the world are the most observant, so they don't do such disgusting things."
"Hey, it's not like I haven't seen it before." The little fat man raised his head and said to Yu Sheng.
This touched the bottom line of Yu Sheng. He had always been proud of being a cook and a future chef. Now, wouldn't this ruin his reputation and cooking skills?
Yu Sheng rolled up his sleeves and looked at the three guys very seriously, "Who did this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mother Hu ran in from the backyard in disgrace, "Bah, bah," he uttered, "Shopkeeper, your hair is grinding so fast, the stone mill is flying."
Yu Sheng waved his hand, asking him to put the matter aside, and asked again: "Who did it?"
"Who did this?" Hu's mother was far from understanding, so she pulled him aside and explained to him in a low voice.
At this time, Yu Sheng shifted his gaze to Ye Gao.
Ye Zi stood up and said sternly: "Shopkeeper, you know me. As long as someone is not more handsome than me, no matter how bad his attitude is, he can't arouse my anger."
Weirdly, Hu Muyuan next to him was startled and glared at Ye Zigao angrily. If it weren't for the presence of outsiders, she would have chased him and asked him if he had added any ingredients to his food before.
Yu Sheng looked at Fu Nan again, who hurriedly waved his hand, "Shopkeeper, you know me, I am a royal guard. If someone angers me, why should I spit on him? I will immediately take action."
Behind him is the Jin Yiwei, behind the Jin Yiwei is the city lord, and behind the city lord is Yu Sheng. If you have been beaten and defeated, you will not suffer any loss anyway.
Yu Sheng shifted his gaze to Hu Muyuan.
Hu Muyuan blinked innocently, "Shopkeeper, you know me. Women can only talk sweetly to me. Men who anger me because of jealousy, I can easily crush them in terms of appearance."
Finally, it was Bai Gaoxing's turn. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Shopkeeper, you know me best. I am an upright person for more than a day."
That's right. Yu Sheng turned around and asked the little fat man, "Who do you think it is?"
"I've seen it in other inns, the inn in Suzhou." said the little fat man.
"Your uncle, please be clear about what you said. Don't frame anyone else in our inn." Yu Sheng was unhappy, "Why didn't you say it at the time?"
"My dad has already eaten, so it's not appropriate to talk about it anymore." The little fat man said firmly: "You guys who run inns are all of the same virtue, and you probably also added spices to Siyou's meals."
Yu Sheng was not very polite to Si You when they came in, and even asked them to stay in the bunk at the back. Naturally, they were suspected of adding ingredients to the food.
Yu Sheng stopped talking, and someone helped him teach the little fat man a lesson. Mo Wen, who was behind him, looked very bad at this time and had already raised his hands.
Soon, Yu Sheng covered his face to avoid seeing the miserable situation of the little fat man being beaten by Mo Wen and his wife in mixed doubles.
At this time, Siyou, a woman who was tasting the yellow rice, put down her spoon, smacked it for a long time and said, "The water used to cook the rice is sweet and has spiritual power. It is rare good water in the world."
The leader, Si You, nodded slowly. He was worthy of being the son of King Donghuang. The well water he drank on weekdays was rare and good water.
Siyou and the others already knew Yu Sheng's identity, which is why they were not surprised that the inn was surrounded by floods but not flooded.
If the residence of King Donghuang's son is flooded, it will be a disaster.
Now the only ones who don't know Yu Sheng's identity are Mo Wen and his family.
Si You raised his head and said to Yu Sheng: "Shopkeeper, can you sell me some of this water?"
"Buy water?" Yu Sheng lowered his head and glanced at Si You. Thinking of the harm they had caused to Feng'er, the lion opened his mouth and said, "Sure, ten sticks per bucket."
"Deal." Si You, who was at the top of the list, agreed without hesitation, making Yu Sheng regret that the price was lower.
Mo Wen, who was beating his son over there, stopped and looked at this scene in surprise, a bucket of water, my God, Mo Wen thought he knew how to do business, but today he realized that he was still far behind.
Yu Sheng saw Mo Wen's shocked face and smiled proudly at him, "Now you know that the food and wine you used in the inn are not expensive, right?"
"It's not expensive, it's not expensive, it's really not expensive, why don't you add a little more?" Mo Wen said.
He also wants to make friends with Yu Sheng and do business in the future. This water and salt are all wealth.
"Forget it, our inn always says one is one." Yu Sheng waved his hand, turned to Si You and said, "Before I sell you water, you have to answer a few questions."
"Of course you can, but the shopkeeper also has to answer a question for me." Si You, who was at the head, said.
"Okay, let me ask first, is it true that no one from Si Youcheng has ever been to Yangzhou?" Yu Sheng stared at them, and then realized that it was of no use.
For ordinary people, staring into the other person's eyes may put pressure on them so that they don't dare to lie or be caught lying.
These Si You are blindfolded, so even if they lie, they will not be able to tell for the rest of their lives.
"At least in the records of Baicao Hall in Siyou City, this priest has never heard of any records of Yangzhou." Si You, who was in the lead, raised his head and faced Yu Sheng, "The general manager of Baicao Pavilion is responsible for all external affairs of Siyou City. I am the director of Baicao Hall.
Priest Baicao.”
Yu Sheng was doubtful and continued to ask: "Okay, let me ask you again, do you know witchcraft? Is there any witchcraft that can prevent people from speaking and can only say one word a day?"
"It goes without saying that Si You is proficient in witchcraft. I think Mr. Cai also saw it just now." Si You frowned when he said this, "Siyou's witchcraft does have a word of caution, which allows people to only say one word a day.
But how did the young master know?"
Since Yu Sheng couldn't even confirm whether the people in Siyou City knew witchcraft, how did they learn about the art of discreet speech? Siyou Baicao felt something was wrong.
"Bang!" Yu Sheng slapped the table, "Your people did it, and you can't deny it now."
He immediately told the truth about Feng'er's death and the curse he received, and said to Baicao Priest: "Feng'er is my friend. You have to give me an explanation for this matter, unless there are people from other cities in the wilderness who know this kind of witchcraft."
Baicao, the leading priest of Siyou, smiled bitterly and shook his head, "As far as I know, no."
"Yes, your witchcraft is quite vicious. My friend turned into a ghost and was cursed." Yu Sheng pulled up a stool and sat down, slapping the table and saying indignantly.
Ye Zigao and Bai are glad that they stand behind Yu Sheng and seek justice for Feng Er together.
Hearing that the curse existed even after a person turned into a ghost, Baicao became more certain that Na Feng'er was cursed by the witchcraft in Siyou City.
He glanced around his subordinates and asked, "Who came to Yangzhou four or five years ago?"
The four Si You racked their brains, but couldn't remember anything. Just when they were about to give up, a female Si You ghost flashed, "Could it be Ku Mu Hall's master Ku?"
"When Chu Ku was chased by the city lord, the direction they fled was to the Eastern Wasteland." Female Siyou raised her head and said.
"Ku?" After hearing this name, Priest Baicao was in a daze and muttered to himself: "My good brother, I didn't expect to hear news about you here."
"Brother, Baicao, wither?" Yu Sheng shook his head and sighed: "The name of your brothers sounds poisonous, or extremely poisonous."