There was no words for the whole night, but in the early morning of the next day, after the cockcrow in the village, Lin Xiaolu suddenly woke up from his bed on the ground.
Wan Wu, who was lying next to him, was snoring loudly. This man hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights, and he could probably sleep until the afternoon.
Lin Xiaolu washed up sleepily and went out, taking a deep breath of the morning air in the countryside. The fresh air mixed with earthy green plants made him feel extremely comfortable. Therefore, he kicked the local dog on the roadside for no reason.
I feel happy instantly!
The morning in the countryside was still very lively. Although most of the villagers were old people and children, many people had already gotten up and were talking around Lin Xiaolu from a distance.
The villagers were deeply in awe of the Emei Immortal who violently beat up female ghosts with thunderous means. They watched Lin Xiaolu swaying his hips at the edge of the field from a distance, but they did not dare to approach at will for fear of offending him. .
Seeing many people looking at him, Lin Xiaolu suddenly became excited, twisted his arms and waist, and then suddenly did a somersault for everyone, causing the villagers to clapped and applauded in surprise.
In fact, there are many people practicing martial arts in folk villages, and many rural children can perform somersaults and other performance skills. However, this is a somersault performed by the Martial God of the Immortal Forest on Mount Emei, so it must still be applauded.
"Why are you making such a fuss so early in the morning, Luzai?"
In the main room, Shangguan Shiliu, who had just woken up, walked out with her hair disheveled. Because her hair was messy, her face looked very small.
And when she saw Lin Xiaolu performing somersaults among the villagers, she rolled her eyes helplessly.
This guy is really energetic every day, and his energy is frightening. He is obviously hundreds of years old.
Soon after having breakfast in Wanfu Village, the group said goodbye to Wanwu and headed to the busiest city in Dawu, where they planned to spend two days before returning to Emei.
Now in Dading, the mortal city is also extremely lively. A few people flew all the way and finally arrived in the capital city of Wu before noon and went to eat at the most famous restaurant there.
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"Guests, do you want to add shrimp and ham? The price will be more expensive."
"Come on, I came all the way here just to eat your famous Guangling fried rice. I'll add everything I can, so I won't be short of money!"
In the private room of a restaurant called "Guanglingxuan", the very professional waiter immediately beamed when he heard Lin Xiaolu's greeting, turned around and asked the chef to start work.
Guanglingxuan is the best restaurant in Wudu City, and its signature Guangling fried rice is world-famous.
The seat where Lin Xiaolu and others sit is the best upper room here, where you can see the chefs who specialize in cooking at a close distance.
At the table, Lin Xiaolu stared unblinkingly at the fat chef making fried rice, marveling at the tedious process and skill with the spoon. The four girls were playing mahjong leisurely at the table nearby. Their interest in food was obvious. Not as big as playing cards.
Wu Jiu was also watching the fried rice being made with Lin Xiaolu. I have to say that the pricey fried rice worth three taels of silver per plate smelled really tempting.
"Little master, I will make vegetarian fried rice for you later."
Upon hearing this, Muzan's eyes lit up, and he clasped his hands in thanks.
"Fat Donor has Mercy."
"Hahahaha, you're welcome, little master." The fat chef, who was amused by Wujia, stirred the spoon even more enthusiastically. The golden fried rice flew up and down in the pot, like an art. The waiter on the side also enthusiastically introduced:
"Master Jiang from Guanglingxuan has been making fried rice for more than 20 years and has profound skills. Come on, Master Jiang, show off your skills to these guests!"
As soon as he said this, the fat uncle who was vigorously frying the fried rice immediately began to use his energy. The golden fried rice with clear grains kept flying, and the iron spoon and the iron pot kept making "clang, dang, dang, dang" collision sounds.
"Ouch! Overwhelming!"
"Ha! The tiger comes down the mountain!"
"Wow, wow, wow, the world has changed! I'll fire!"
Seeing the fat uncle holding a pot in one hand and a spoon in the other, jumping up and down, pouring fried rice with gnashing teeth, Lin Xiaolu and Wu Gu were both stunned, while the waiter on the side applauded in time:
"Guests, please let us applaud Master Jiang for his wonderful performance."
"Pah...pah...pah...pah..."
Soon, under the wonderful performance of the fat chef, a large plate of golden fried rice was served, and the alluring aroma immediately filled everyone's nose.
Lin Xiaolu couldn't wait to pick up the spoon and take a sip, and his eyes suddenly lit up!
Good guy!
It is indeed the authentic Guangling fried rice that costs three taels of silver per plate!
This taste! This scent! And the refreshing feeling of the green beans exploding in your mouth!
At first it seemed that the fat chef was jumping up and down, and I was a little worried about the taste of the fried rice, but now it seems that I was worrying too much!
For a while, several girls were also attracted by the aroma of the food and came over to feast. The fat chef continued to cook vegetarian fried rice for Wu Gu and said with a smile:
"If the guests are satisfied with their meal, you can directly order from me next time. Don't tell me secretly. I, Jiang Sanpang, can not only make fried rice, but also noodles. I am the best chef in Guanglingxuan."
"Bah, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!" Lin Xiaolu clapped her hands, her cheeks bulging high while giving the fat master a thumbs up.
After finishing a good-looking and delicious fried rice, the group of people who were full of wine and food left the restaurant and wandered around the streets of the capital city.
The two wives and Liu Yuniang asked Mumu to go look at clothes, while Lin Xiaolu took Wu Guo to see a circus performing fire-breathing stilts on the street.
Wugou's life was quite happy these past two days. When he went out to play, he was accompanied by Shangguan Hami Melon and Shangguan Pomegranate. The number of times Zhao Mu Mu bothered him was significantly reduced, which made him feel more relaxed.
Standing in the crowd, looking at Lin Xiaolu who was applauding and throwing some pieces of silver from time to time, Wujiu thought about it and asked:
"Little Deer Donor, do you have any plans for your future life?"
"Um?"
Lin Xiaolu, who was cheering for the busking master, laughed casually:
"What are your plans? Eat, drink, wander around, have a few kids, and live a luxurious life every day."
Hearing this, Wugou nodded slightly, and then continued to ask:
"The little deer donor has returned to the ruins, and he will be immortal in the next life. Does the little deer donor have any thoughts about the next life?"
"Okay! Here comes another one, little master!"
Lin Xiaolu, who was excited by the juggling, did not answer the question, but kept cheering. Looking at his excited and joyful eyes, Wu Gu suddenly felt a sense of confusion about the future.
The deer benefactor actually has no feelings about immortality or immortality.
On the contrary, he may not even know how to take the road to eternal life in the next life.
Thinking of this, Wu Gu suddenly remembered Li Er's current life, the girl named Xiao Hua.
After Zhang Dalong left and the disaster outside the territory was over, the immortal little girl was fishing alone by the river. Until now, she seems to have never left.
Will the little deer donor be like this in the future?
Amidst the cheers of the onlookers, Wu Gu looked at Lin Xiaolu with more and more pity.
When everyone gradually dies as time goes by, and the immortal is immortal, where will the lonely little deer benefactor go?
