"Brother Xiang, whether you can find that mysterious chef or not depends entirely on you."
Ye Qing raised his head and glanced at the bright moon that looked like a jade plate. He lowered his head and lit a bright yellow incense stick. He folded his hands, held the incense in his hand, and bowed solemnly three times.
One is to worship heaven, the other is to respect the earth, and the third is to pray to the world.
"Brother Xiang, please!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the incense stick in Ye Qing's hand suddenly burned quickly, and bursts of rich blue smoke drifted in one direction automatically without wind.
"Thank you, Brother Xiang."
Ye Qing was delighted. The incense in his hand was naturally the incense of fortune, which he had just refined yesterday.
The conditions for refining the fortune incense are not as demanding as the bad luck incense. You only need to choose an auspicious time to refine it every day to make the incense.
The difficulty in refining the incense of luck lies in the collection of materials. Whether it is lucky flowers or moonstone, they are extremely rare spiritual materials. If taken individually, they would be more than the combined materials required to refine the incense of bad luck. Also valuable and rare.
Therefore, the corresponding refining conditions and methods are relatively simple.
Of course, the simple refining method does not mean that the fragrance yield is high.
Fortunately, the main materials used by Ye Qing to refine the fortune incense, such as moonstone chalcedony and lucky grass, are all of the highest quality. Lucky flower is a century-old ingredient, and moong chalcedony is pure and flawless, so the fragrance yield is extremely high. The six roots are in line with the meaning of Liuliu Dashun, and the quality is excellent.
However, even with good luck, Ye Qing was not sure whether he could find the mysterious chef.
After all, it's just a story!
However, now seeing the favorable situation of fortune, it seems to be promising.
In addition, judging from the burning speed of the fortune incense, the mysterious chef is also extremely extraordinary, because the fortune incense burns too fast. According to this burning speed, the fortune incense in his hand can only last for a quarter of an hour at most, or even less. .
Not daring to neglect, Ye Qing immediately followed the direction of the scent of fortune and chased after him.
This pursuit took only half a cup of tea, from Jing'an Street to Qingshi Lane, almost half of Luoshui City. Just when the fortune incense in my hand was about to burn out, the smoke finally appeared in a small They stopped at the corner of the alley and dispersed slowly.
"That mysterious chef is here? No, Brother Xiang, you're not going to trick me, are you!" Ye Qing glanced at it, and in his mental perception, there was no strange smell within a radius of tens of feet.
"Ahem..."
As soon as Ye Qing finished speaking, he saw a puff of green smoke suddenly coming out of the extinguished fortune incense in his hand. The green smoke went directly into his nose, choking him with tears and runny nose, and he kept coughing. It took him a while to recover.
"Ahem... I'm not good at it, but I have a pretty bad temper!" Ye Qing looked at the burnt fortune incense in his hand and was quite speechless.
Glancing at the empty alley, Ye Qing sighed and turned the corner.
However, the moment he turned the corner, a strange ripple spread through the air, as if he had stepped into another dimension.
Immediately afterwards, a faint bright light came into view, followed by the sound of eating.
Ye Qing followed the faint light and saw three people sitting on a low wooden table, holding a bowl of rice and eating deliciously.
Three people, two men and one woman, two men, one with a simple and honest appearance, like an honest farmer, holding a large bowl of oil-splashed noodles, eating big mouthfuls, with a smile on his face;
A thin man with a bookish air looked like a scholar. He had a bowl of twice-cooked pork rice bowl in front of him and ate it slowly, with a happy face on his face.
The last woman, with luxurious clothes, gentle temperament, dignified and virtuous, had a bowl of big-bone beef noodles in front of her, and she tasted it in small sips, looking intoxicated.
Three people, different genders, different classes, and different foods. The only thing in common is that all the foods are fragrant and full of color and flavor;
Everyone's faces were filled with happiness, joy and beauty.
Not far from the three people, there is a simple stove similar to a Chaos stall. On the left is a stove and an iron pot, on the right are flour, vegetables and other ingredients, and in the middle is a table.
An old man in his sixties, wearing coarse linen clothes and a kind face, was standing in front of the table rolling out noodles; there was a large pot on the stove, and the pot was steaming, and there was a strong smell. The aroma comes from the cauldron.
The red and warm firelight, the fragrant smell, the hard-working and kind old man, and the happy guests sketched out a warm and beautiful picture, dispelling the darkness and coldness of the long night...
The most beautiful thing in heaven and earth is on earth;
The most beautiful thing in the world is fireworks.
But this warm and beautiful picture felt a little shuddering in Ye Qing's eyes.
Because before, there was only a wall between them, and he didn't even notice the people and things in close proximity. He didn't feel any sound or breath.
It's like there are two worlds separated by this wall.
If he hadn't subconsciously turned the corner, he wouldn't have even known that there was a stall with three customers and a warm and beautiful picture of the world.
"The legendary... mysterious chef?!"
In Ye Qing's mind, he suddenly remembered the purpose of his trip. The old man in front of him was probably the mysterious chef mentioned in the story.
In the story, the mysterious chef will randomly appear anywhere in Luoshui City on a full moon night; only lucky and kind people can encounter it; the food cooked by the mysterious chef will make guests forget all their worries and sorrows and feel the happiness of the world And beauty...all these characteristics are consistent with the picture in front of you.
"Another guest is here, please take a seat, please take a seat!" At this time, the old man also noticed Ye Qing, put down the rolling pin in his hand, and welcomed him warmly.
"Haha... I didn't expect there would be something for sale here. I'm just hungry!" Ye Qing narrowed his eyes and responded with a smile.
With that said, Ye Qing walked towards the table and asked as he walked: "Old man, what do you have here?"
"Hey, guest, whatever you want to eat, I have it here, vegetarian, meat, stir-fried, fried, dry... As long as you want to eat, guest, I can make it for you." The old man He replied with a smile.
"Hey, I can do anything, is it true?" Ye Qing raised his eyebrows and sat down at an empty table, questioning.
The old man smiled and said: "How dare you lie to your guests? Guests, just tell me, if I can't do it later, you can destroy my stall!"
"Haha, that's a good feeling."
Ye Qing smiled softly, turned the chopsticks in his hand, and said thoughtfully: "Since you can do anything, can you allow me to think about it carefully?"
"Guest, think about it slowly and tell me when you've thought about it." The old man seemed to be in no hurry and responded with a smile.
"Okay! Well... what should I eat?" Ye Qing put down his chopsticks and propped his chin with his hands, his eyes flickering. He seemed to be thinking about what to eat, but in fact he was using his mental power to perceive everything around him.
Ye Qing was far away before, so he didn't use his mental power to test because he was afraid of disturbing the situation. Now was a good opportunity.
As the mental power spreads, everything around him is clearly presented in the sea of consciousness. The honest man's satisfied mood, the weak scholar's happy eyes, the noble woman's happy look, the old man's busy figure, everything seems to be normal. , but everything is wrong.
For example, after he appeared, the three people didn't even look at him from beginning to end, as if they were completely immersed in the delicious food and didn't know anything else.
For example, in his mental perception, there was no trace of activity of insects, birds, or beasts around him, it was dead silent, as if they were the only living people here;
For example, the old man in front of me has been busy. He is obviously the only guest, and he hasn’t asked for anything yet, but the old man has been busy. Now he is rolling out noodles, now picking vegetables, and now washing rice. He is busy non-stop, as if There are dozens of customers here waiting to eat.
Suddenly, in Ye Qing's perception, the steaming cauldron trembled slightly, and a voice came from the pot: "Another fool is here, what do you think he will order? "
"Eat the noodles. The noodles are the best, especially the ones I made. They are so chewy and delicious!"
The rolling pin on the table jumped slightly, and he said proudly.
"Humph, what's so delicious about noodles? They're dry and vulgar food. How can they be so delicious like rice? They're so fragrant and soft!"
The rice vat placed on the ground shook a few times, the rice grains jumped, and a voice came out, disdainfully.
"Asshole, rice vat, why are noodles so vulgar? You look down on noodles, don't you? Tell me carefully, or I will crush you!" The rolling pin was angry, and the noodles spread out on the table also arched up, which made a lot of sense. If you don't agree, I'll jump up and blow your head off or strangle your neck.
Mi Gong said disdainfully: "You just look down on noodles. What's wrong? You don't even look at who eats noodles. Farmers, blacksmiths, dog butchers, a bunch of vulgar and dirty people."
"Look at the people who eat our rice. The talented people who are rich in knowledge, the beauties who are proficient in calligraphy and painting, the rich merchants in the world, the dignitaries who live in temples, they are all elegant and prominent people."
"It's just...it's..."
Following the words of the rice vat, the rice grains in the vat couldn't wait to echo.
"Huh, what do you know? That's manly. It's not like you, sissies." The rolling pin retorted.
"You... are vulgar, a vulgar and barbaric person." Mi Gong responded.
"Sissy..."
"Vulgar and barbaric..."
Then, the noodle group represented by the rolling pin and the rice group represented by the rice vat started fighting with each other, scolding each other and spitting out sweet things.
"..."
What a mess this world has become, even food is subject to class discrimination. Have you asked about chicken, duck, and fish?
Ye Qing held his chin, quite speechless.
However, if those rolling pins, rice vats, etc. hadn't taken the initiative to speak, he wouldn't have discovered that those things were all weird? !
"You are not overestimating your own abilities or your own capabilities? Who gave you the courage to speak so arrogantly? Rice, noodles, etc., there is no oil or water at all? Where can our mutton be delicious? It can be made into soup, fried and stir-fried; it can be eaten as a meal It is a staple food and can also be used as a non-staple food; it can not only satisfy your hunger but also nourish your body!"
Ye Qing had just finished his thoughts when a large piece of mutton ribs floated up from the iron pot with a grunting sound. The aroma was rich, and the voice came from the mutton ribs: "You guys are scum, what are you doing?" Comparable to my noble mutton.”
Ye Qing: "..." It's really meaty. It's meaty.
