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Nine hundred and twentieth eight chapters nine-story tower

When asked by Yu Sheng, the old couple who were talking and laughing stopped.

They wore gray brocade clothes, their bodies were stooped, their hair was silver, and their faces had deep wrinkles.

However, the two of them were well groomed and had the fragrance of orchids on their bodies, which made people feel that they were an old-hearted couple.

After listening to Yu Sheng's words, the old man rubbed his crutch with his hand, raised his head slightly, and his eyes traveled back to a long time ago with memories in his eyes.

"I really have a dish that I have always wanted to eat again, but I never have the chance." The old man said sadly.

"Does this dish impress you?" Yu Sheng asked immediately.

The old man looked at Yu Sheng in confusion and said, "I'm so moved. If you let me taste this dish, I'll be so moved that I want to cry."

"Okay," Yu Sheng thought, finally someone could help him complete his daily tasks.

For a miser, watching his faith value disappear for no reason, the feeling for the rest of his life is indescribable.

"Tell me, what kind of dish is this?" Yu Sheng asked.

The old man looked at the old woman opposite and laughed "haha", his smile was very naughty, and his smile was full of love.

The old woman raised her head and rolled her eyes at him, "What's so funny?"

The old man didn't answer, and after laughing for a while, he said to Yu Sheng: "We grew up in Nanhuang. When I was a child, there was always an aunt who set up a stall on the street corner where my house was. She only sold a side dish to go with wine. I don't know what it was called.

, they are made of small shells with extremely thin shells.”

The old man gestured to Yu Sheng, "In addition, we also sell some turbid wine."

"At that time, my father liked to buy this small shell and a pot of turbid wine. In the evening, he sat in front of the door and drank by himself."

The old man expressed his recollection, "I also like those little shells. I often go to my father's place to enjoy the autumn breeze, but it's not satisfying, so I like to squat in front of that stall and look at the piles of ready-made shells piled up like a hill in the basin.

Little Shell is drooling."

"Later, when the lady setting up the stall would satisfy her daughter's hunger, she would also give me a piece of charity." The old man smiled even brighter when he thought of those days, "I couldn't bear to eat too fast every time, so I could only eat one piece at a time.

Peel it so that you can enjoy it and the time can be extended continuously.”

"But her girl didn't. After she finished devouring it, she still wanted to snatch it from me."

The old man smiled and asked Yu Sheng, "I always felt that I couldn't get enough of that dish. Then did you know what I did?"

"What's the matter?" Yu Sheng asked.

"I married her daughter." The old man looked at the old woman and laughed "haha".

"Not serious," the old woman said angrily.

Yu Sheng was slightly startled, thinking that if there was still such an operation, would he have to guard against someone marrying his daughter in the future?

"What a pity," the old man shook his head, "Her daughter never learned her mother's skills, and I never had it again."

The old woman sighed, "I haven't eaten for a long time since my mother passed away."

"I tried it, but it was difficult to make it taste like that." The old woman said.

"Yes, it lacks a fragrance." The old man said with certainty, "If this dish lacks this fragrance, it loses its soul."

"Just like how you became obsessed with swordsmanship later on, you were like a zombie around me." Seeing the old man complaining about his own dish, the old woman said rudely.

The old man laughed "haha" and said, "I couldn't help you in those days."

He poured a cup of tea for the old woman and said, "It's your fault too, because you can't hold my stomach."

"Bah", the old woman spat softly.

"How about it, boy, can you make this dish?" The old man rubbed his cane and asked Yu Sheng.

"That's fine with me, but you didn't say anything specific." Yu Sheng blinked at them, "At least give me a little hint."

"The small shells are sauteed in oil until fragrant, and then the sauce is added." The old woman said with a smile, "I remember all these, but there is only one thing missing. I don't know what it is. My mother used it when I was little.

He passed away without having time to tell me."

The old man proudly told Yu Sheng that he brought the old woman home, raised her, and finally became his wife.

"What does this tell me? Tell us that the daughter-in-law needs to be raised by herself, and it will save her worries when she gets married." The old man said with a smile.

After hearing this, the old woman poked the crooked little old man with her cane.

"What you said is not entirely correct," Yu Sheng said. "The most worry-free way is to let your wife raise you. It is much more worry-free than raising your own daughter-in-law."

"How do you say that?" The little old man was puzzled.

"My daughter-in-law and my mother are sisters. She even hugged me when I was born," Yu Sheng said.

After saying that, leaving the two stunned old men behind, Yu Sheng walked towards the counter.

The leaves are high, rich and poor, they are still surrounding the old monk.

"Bring me some of the golden gun in the room, and give me some of the medicine to cure foot odor." Ye Zigao said.

"Go away, my feet don't stink," Fu Nan said unhappily, "Old monk, give him a piece of bad breath, I want the golden gun in the house."

"It's beyond your reach, both of them have it, they have it." The old monk told them not to quarrel or argue in front of him.

Yu Sheng said: "Take your time and be careful when buying fake medicines. It's just that the disease can't be cured. Don't have any side effects."

Hearing what Yu Sheng said, the old monk became unhappy, as if he had suffered a great insult.

"How are you talking? Who is selling fake medicine? Don't slander others." The old monk yelled.

He said to Ye Yegao and Fu Nan on his left and right: "I will let you see the curative effect now."

"Where is the latrine?" The old monk pulled Ye Zi up, "Come on, I will show you what the real miracle medicine is."

Fu Nan followed them, and the three of them went to the hut together.

At this time, the black girl came down from the wooden ladder with drowsy eyes, "Shopkeeper, what were you arguing about just now?"

"Ye Yegao and the others are sick, and they followed a monk to the hut for treatment." Yu Sheng said without raising his head.

He is currently looking for the dish the old woman talked about in the system. The first is to restore the dish, and the second is to find the missing taste.

"Seeing a doctor in a latrine?" The black girl looked at Yu Sheng blankly, "Is this the legendary courting of death?!"

"Hey, that's what you said," Yu Sheng said, raising his head and suddenly startled, "I really can't refute what you said."

The black girl poured herself a cup of tea and sat on a stool. The cicadas were chirping outside, and she was still a little confused.

The old couple sat there, talking very little and smiling knowingly from time to time.

"Thin and small little shells," Yu Sheng suddenly stopped while rummaging through the system menu, "Here we go, sea melon seeds!"

Sea melon seeds, also known as thin shells, are very consistent with the small shells described by the old man. In addition, fried thin shells are a dish from the Chaoshan area in the previous life, which are somewhat similar to what the old woman said. There is also a very common method used in this dish.

A rare herb named Nine-Story Tower.

"This is the dish!" Yu Sheng said very firmly.

Just as he was about to enter the back kitchen, he said, "Miracle doctor, come on in, please be careful on the steps." Ye Zigao walked in and diligently lifted the backyard door curtain.

Fu Nan followed the old monk and supported him, "Miracle doctor, come on, please slow down."

The old monk entered the lobby leisurely and snorted coldly when he saw Yu Sheng.

"Tell him, am I a liar?" he said angrily.

"Shopkeeper, you are really not lying." Fu Nan gestured to Yu Sheng, but felt it was indecent.

He walked towards Yu Sheng and gestured like a baby's arms.

"The miracle doctor has taken that medicine, that stuff is real." Fu Nan said confidently.

"What?!" Yu Sheng was shocked.

He had only seen this word to describe the place there, in small articles on some shady websites that told you to hurry up by telling you a code.

"Are you a liar?" Yu Sheng didn't believe it.

"Are you a ghost?" Yu Sheng couldn't argue with Fu Nan's words. He suspected that this guy had eaten smart beans.

Maybe the old monk's gourd contains this medicine.

Ignoring this and letting them go about their business, I was content with my body for the rest of my life, so I went to work in the kitchen without caring.


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