"Wait a minute!" Yu Sheng stopped the little old man and said thoughtfully, "You won't have any money, right?"
When the little old man heard this, he took out a bunch of money bags from his arms and jingled them.
He blew his beard and glared, "Whoever has no money, whoever has no money..."
Ye Zi interrupted him loudly, "Whoever has no money, only my grandson will have money."
"Ah, yes." The little old man took the money bag back and then came to his senses, "No, my grandson has no money."
Yu Sheng also looked at Ye Zigao with an unkind look on his face, "Be careful, I'll deduct your wages."
Ye Zigao was surprised, "Didn't your little aunt take away all the money you had?"
"The Tao is one foot high, and the devil is ten feet high." Yu Sheng reached out and took out a money bag from his arms, which also made a jingling sound.
Footsteps were heard on the stairs, and Yu Sheng hurriedly hid the money bag behind the wine cabinet.
He waved his hand to the little old man and said, "Come on, what the hell are you trying to do? You're an old man, so don't let yourself slip by."
The little old man patted his waist and said, "My waist is very strong, old man."
"That won't work. Anyway, I won't spend this wasted money." Yu Sheng firmly disagreed. He could also catch ghosts.
At this time, there was a noise at the door. Yu Sheng looked over and saw Maomao, like an eggplant beaten by frost, walking towards the door of the inn step by step.
"What's going on?" Yu Sheng stepped forward, thinking that something had happened to the little donkey.
Aunt Qing, who came downstairs, glanced at her and said calmly: "It's probably just pretending. Just give her a beating and she'll be fine."
This sentence was like a panacea. The little donkey came to life with a roar and ran to the backyard.
I will be left confused for the rest of my life.
"It's good to come back." Yu Sheng said, "I will use it when I go to the city tomorrow. Let's try my Bahuang Liuhe Only Me Sovereign Porridge first."
"By the way," Yu Sheng just walked to the kitchen door and turned around to tell Bai Gaoxing, "You make two signs and go to the city tomorrow to find a place to use."
"What sign?"
"A sign for Sadness Building and a sign for porridge are written and hung on a donkey cart." Yu Sheng said.
Ye Zigao agreed and was about to go find Uncle Shi when he heard Yu Sheng say again: "By the way, add a sentence to the porridge sign."
"What words."
"I am the only porridge in the Eight Wastelands and Liuhe, and the city lord's donkey cheers after drinking it." Yu Sheng said, he felt that this advertisement was very good.
A chopstick whizzed past Yu Sheng's ear, "It's the city lord's donkey!" Aunt Qing said coldly.
"Yes, yes, the city lord's donkey." Yu Sheng agreed and hurriedly hid in the kitchen.
Bahuang Liuhe Weiweizunzun porridge was named by Yu Sheng himself. In the system recipes, the name of the porridge is very common, called Laba porridge.
But it’s not just random. After all, Yu Sheng’s bowl of Laba porridge is similar to the Laba porridge on Xiake Island.
I just borrowed the domineering name of Mr. Jin for the rest of my life.
When cooking porridge, well water will make it fragrant, while river water will make it bland and tasteless. Well water from an inn is just right.
Today is just a small test of my skills, and I will not use my trump card for the rest of my life.
He just added ordinary white rice, red dates, lotus seeds, tangerine seeds, dried longan, adzuki beans and the like in order.
While the porridge was cooking, Yu Sheng turned around and started making soup dumplings.
The sun fell through the window into the kitchen, bouncing on Yu Sheng's hair and shoulders.
He hummed an unknown tune and skillfully formed the exquisite bun with thirty-two pleats, which looked like a white chrysanthemum. It was a joy to look at it.
Aunt Qing held up the curtain and looked at Yu Sheng's serious look, feeling that Yu Sheng now looked like a motherfucker.
Of course, his mother's serious look was when she was killing people.
In this way, Yu Sheng was quite elegant, which he inherited from Lao Yu.
Aunt Qing was fascinated by the sight. The little old man was the only one left in the lobby of the inn.
He looked around and saw no one was coming, so he quietly went to the wine cabinet and found a bulging money bag behind the wine jar.
"Hehe." The little old man couldn't help laughing until he saw his dog squatting on the ground, looking up at him.
"Shh." The little old man's heart trembled, and he subconsciously raised his finger to signal the dog to be silent.
After the dog glanced at him, he moved his gaze to the side and really didn't bark a word.
The little old man breathed a sigh of relief and quietly took out the money bag.
But before he could put it in his arms, the dog jumped up, bared its teeth and roared "woof, woof" at him.
Oh my God, this dog still knows how to catch thieves and stolen goods?
The little old man stood there blankly, and when he saw Aunt Qing standing at the door of the kitchen, she turned around, hurriedly threw the money bag on the table, and hugged a wine jar.
He said to Aunt Qing: "I really can't wait for breakfast. I'll drink a jar of wine first."
Aunt Qing didn't look at him and stepped forward to pick up the money bag.
Yu Sheng followed him out and saw the money bag, and glanced at the little old man again, but he still didn't know what had happened.
"Old man, you stole something." Yu Sheng said angrily.
The little old man argued to himself, "What did I steal?"
Yu Sheng pointed at the money bag before he could speak. The little old man had already said, "The money bag is on the table. How could the old man steal it?"
"My money bag was originally hidden in..." Yu Sheng stopped.
"What's hidden?" Aunt Qing played with the money bag.
"Hiding it behind the wine cabinet, preparing to give my aunt a surprise." Yu Sheng said wittily, "Humph, how dare you steal something when a dog is here."
After Gouzi studied at Tianma, he became very capable and no longer relied on his appearance to make a living.
"Happy, happy for nothing." Yu Sheng called to the backyard to the inn's full-time thug.
Bai Gaoxing walked in.
Yu Sheng pointed at the little old man, "If you dare to steal anything, take him behind you. I doubt whether he has any money."
"What are you doing? What are you doing?" The little old man rolled his eyes, "I'm telling you, my old man is weak and has three strengths and two weaknesses..."
The little old man is so skinny that he is just waiting for the wind to blow and travel around the world. It is really difficult to start.
"Just pull out the hair." Yu Sheng said bitterly.
"Okay." Bai Gaoxing geared up and took a step forward.
The little old man touched his forehead, and the coolness that was scraped away by the sword energy yesterday was still there.
Seeing that the remaining white hair was about to be lost, when Bai Gaoxing held his arm, the little old man fell to the ground unprofessionally.
"Ouch, my arm is broken, someone is here to kill someone." The little old man cried on the ground.
Bai Gaoxing was dumbfounded. He raised his hands and said innocently: "I didn't use any strength at all."
Yu Sheng was also dumbfounded. There were only two words in his mind: "Is this the legendary Pengci?"
As a veteran driver who had been driving on the road for 20 years, many people wanted to bankrupt him and escape safely for the rest of his life.
Unexpectedly, the boat capsized in the gutter today.
The little old man burst into tears, and Bai Gaoxing couldn't help but said: "What about that, uncle, get up, we have something to discuss."
"If there is anything to discuss, it will take a hundred days to break your muscles and bones, and you will have to take good care of me."
Of course Yu Sheng refused, and jumped into the inn without waiting for him to say anything.
"You killed someone? Haha, you must have been caught by me." Fu Nan said with satisfaction.
"I'll kill you. Do you really want me to come in?"
"That's not true. I just want to prove that my reasoning is correct." Fu Nan said.
"You just guessed." Yu Sheng said.
"You don't understand the intuition of a famous hunter."
Fu Nan came over and saw the little old man lying on the ground safe and sound. He was disappointed and asked, "What's going on?"