Chapter seven hundred and twentieth nine: the thigh
The moment Ding Xiaoyi walked out of the prison, he immediately felt many pairs of malicious eyes staring at him.
In addition to hostility and murderous intent, there are also eyes full of curiosity.
I believe that if this was not the royal capital of the Da Yueshi, these guys would have swarmed me and chopped me into pieces without even realizing it.
"Mr. Ding, Da Yuezhi will hold a grand ceremony in three days. Please be sure to attend."
A group of guards from the Moon Palace came forward and handed a business card to Ding Xiaoyi.
Of course, everyone else also gets a share.
"Hey, it's clear that we're going to compete in the ring!"
Song Xingxue put the invitation away, glanced around, avoided Chu Ke's eyes and ears, and whispered in his ear: "What will we do without the old thief Jie Zhi here this time??"
What a bullshit ceremony, to put it mildly, I’m treating everyone to a meal.
To put it bluntly, this was a dismemberment meeting. Even though Ding Xiaoyi, an illiterate person, without the help of Jie Zhi, was picked off by these masters in seconds, not even the skin was left.
At that time, Ding Xiaoyi, who was stripped of his golden body, said that he was a thief, and everyone killed him on the spot, but no one had any objection.
Ding Xiaoyi frowned, Song Xingxue's words hit his weak spot.
Pressing the button to go to the banquet will lead to death.
But if you want to escape, it may not be easy. After all, there are so many eyes staring at you. Even if you have invisibility, you can't guarantee that you can hide it from the eyes of those masters.
Just when he was in a dilemma, a familiar voice came from not far away.
"Brother, do you want to sell this kettle? What! You want me to pay three cents for this broken kettle. Even a brick I pick up is worth more than this!"
Following the sound, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes lit up. From a distance, he saw a Taoist dressed in tatters and rags, standing on the street, bargaining with a tea vendor.
He immediately grinned, smiled at Song Xing and said, "Isn't the help coming soon? Help me hold them off, I'll come as soon as I can."
As he spoke, he strode forward and patted the man on the shoulder: "What do you want with all this junk??"
"You know what the heck, these are all from the pre-Qin Dynasty..." Before he finished speaking, the other party looked back in surprise, his face suddenly showing joy.
"Finally I found you, kid. I thought you had run away a long time ago!"
The person in front of me is none other than the unfettered Taoist who sends messages through paper cranes.
This guy's body was covered with scrap metal. If he hadn't heard his voice, Ding Xiaoyi would have thought he was a rag collector at first glance.
"I really want to leave, but I can't..."
Ding Xiaoyi let out a sigh, took Taoist Wu Jie to sit in a small teahouse, drank tea, and briefly explained his current situation.
"No wonder! I told you that after I arrived, why were there wanted portraits of you everywhere?"
Taoist Wu Jie scratched his head: "But when it comes to debating, I'm not good at it."
"Not good at it? Don't you Taoists like to debate?" Ding Xiaoyi asked.
"It's different, they are Taoists! We are Taoists, and religion and family are not the same concept!"
Taoist Wu Jie explains the difference between the two.
The so-called Taoism is actually a general term, but in this era, Taoism is Taoism, spreading Taoist ideas and teachings.
The initial development of Taoism was like this, but after many things happened later, the development of Taoism no longer played this trick.
Taoism casts a wide net, hoping that everyone will believe in it, so it is naturally good at debating.
Although Taoism also recruits good men and women, the pursuit of Taoism has changed when it has developed into the generation of free Taoists.
A Taoist priest often spends a lifetime looking for a suitable disciple to pass on the mantle.
As for the rest of the people, I can sum it up in one simple sentence: "Believe it or not, if you don't believe it, get out of here and don't delay my elixir recovery."
"So you came to me about this matter, but you came to the wrong person!"
Hearing this, Ding Xiaoyi was a little disappointed. Apparently, his wish to ask Taoist Wu Jie for help was in vain.
"Hey, in that case, let's take it one step at a time!"
He sighed deeply and talked about the Eternal Land with Taoist Wu Jie, but Wang Gouzi hadn't arrived yet.
If they rush in rashly based on their strength, they will probably never come back.
"Then just wait, they won't be able to get here quickly if there are so many people!"
As they spoke, they left the teahouse and met up with Song Xingxue and others. Neither Chu Ke nor Zhang Gu asked about the appearance of Taoist Wu Jie.
Song Xingxue looked at Taoist Wu Zhi up and down, and couldn't help but secretly thought: "Could this be the rumored beggar gang?"
Thinking of this, he took another look at the seven large kettles hanging on Taoist Wuju: "Elder Seven Pots??"
Fortunately, Song Xingxue didn't say this out loud, otherwise he would have been severely scorned by the Taoist priest.
Naturally, Qian Gui would not ask about the origin of Taoist Wu Jie, and warmly welcomed them back to the inn: "I just changed the chef yesterday, and this is the cooking!!"
Qian Gui gave him a thumbs up, with an expression of praise on his face.
But of course he would not tell them that the original cook had disappeared inexplicably, and that the new cook had just been hired this morning. As for his cooking skills, he didn't know.
But anyway, after changing the cook, it’s still the same method of roasting the whole lamb, and the taste is basically the same.
After asking everyone to sit down, Qian Gui hurriedly said goodbye and left.
According to Chu Ke, he should report to his "good friends" at this time.
In fact, Chu Ke never gave Qian Gui any trouble from the beginning to the end. Merchants value profits. From Qian Gui's point of view, there is nothing wrong.
So Chu Ke simply made a small deal with Qian Gui.
When necessary, just help them pass some news to these so-called friends.
As long as he agrees to this, Ding Xiaoyi and others will not make things difficult for him.
After all, sometimes the living are more valuable than the dead.
As for what message to convey, Qian Gui has not been told yet, but Chu Ke means that if he has to run away as a last resort, Qian Gui can still be of great use.
"Just eat something simple. If there is any way, we will think about it tomorrow. Eat something and have a good rest!"
" Chu Ke said.
However, Ding Xiaoyi and Song Xingxue were very unappetizing.
Although the seasoning here is quite sufficient, after eating it for a few days, I found that besides roasted lamb, it was stewed lamb, which was not interesting at all. After eating too much, I felt very tired.
Just when the two of them said they didn't plan to eat and were ready to take a rest.
Suddenly, the bridge of Song Xingxue's nose twitched, and a unique fragrance wafted from the kitchen, which immediately made him give up the idea of going back to his room.
Not long after, the first dish was brought to the table.
I believe that if I hadn't held this dish flat against my chest and had changed to the usual way of serving dishes, I would have been drooling at this moment.
“The lips and teeth are fragrant!”
After announcing the name of the dish, he saw that the first dish was placed on the table. Everyone took a closer look, and Chu Ke suddenly became happy, "Isn't this the sunflower dish?"
Sunflower is relatively common in the Central Plains and is considered the main dish in ordinary people's homes.
The taste and texture are relatively poor, so I usually add a handful of sunflower leaves when cooking porridge, so the stir-fried version is still inferior.
The color is crystal clear and green, full of vitality, and exudes a unique fragrance.
But Chu Ke once wondered if this thing was not cooked properly.
"It doesn't matter, it's rare to taste the delicacies of my hometown in the Western Regions!" Thinking of this, he picked up the chopsticks he carried with him and tasted them.
However, as soon as he took a mouthful of sunflower sprouts, Chu Ke's face suddenly showed an incredible look.
What he ate was obviously sunflower, but the taste was completely different from what he had remembered. It was fragrant, sweet, crisp and delicious.
The unique and refreshing taste is completely different from the soft and rotten sunflower seeds.
In an instant, Chu Ke seemed to see a large field of sunflowers and vegetables. The cool breeze blew on his face. The edge of the vegetable fields could not be seen at a glance, turning the land into a vibrant green sea.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, among the green mountains and flowing water, everything is so peaceful and natural.
Chu Ke slowly and carefully ate this mouthful of food, and unconsciously a smile still appeared on his face.
Seeing Chu Ke eating with a silly expression on his face.
Naturally, Ding Xiaoyi and others were not polite and tasted them one after another.
For a moment, everyone's face was filled with exclamation. It was obvious that Chu Ke was astonished by the unique taste of this dish.
"Hey~ Qian Gui, this bitch, really didn't lie to me. At least I have to be at the level of a five-star chef. No, ordinary five-star chefs may not be able to do it!"
Song Xingxue praised with satisfaction on his face.
He has seen the chefs of the Dong family who are the highest-level five-star chefs in the alliance.
But the food I made was just average.
The current dish completely refreshed his understanding of food.
Ding Xiaoyi was naturally no exception to Song Xing's teachings. In terms of cooking skills, he had never tasted anything better than Mr. Chen's cooking.
But the dish in front of me is indeed far better than Mr. Chen.
"Cooking is as close as Taoism!" This is the evaluation of Taoist Wu Zhi, and Zhang Gu's evaluation is even more exaggerated: "It surpasses Peng Yueyi!"
Peng Zu and Yi Ya are both famous chefs. People in the world have never tasted their food, but they all know that their food is unusually delicious.
It is not easy for Zhang Gu to make such an evaluation.
Immediately after the second course, the third course was also served on the table.
“Nine-turn large intestine” and “pan-fried lamb chops!”
When the two main dishes were served, Ding Xiaoyi and Song Xingxue were stunned for a moment. Forget about the sunflower vegetables just now, these two dishes obviously should not appear in this foreign land.
Suddenly, Ding Xiaoyi's heart flashed, a gleam appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't help but exulted in his heart: "Here comes the thigh!"
