The north wind howled, and the sound of snowflakes falling on the roof made a rustling sound.
The snow is falling harder and harder, and the increasingly dense snow falls on the roof, and a thin layer of white snow is spread among the grass.
The eaves are covered with white, and the silver coating is particularly enchanting.
This is the first snow this winter.
It was raining in the hall, and Su Fan sat on the lounge chair, looking at the falling snowflakes outside.
Seeing the teapot boiling on the clay stove next to him, he took it down and made himself a pot of spiritual tea.
Pour yourself a glass, close your eyes and savor it slowly.
Only a few dozen pieces of the spiritual tea that Lao Ye gave him were left.
When I drank it before, I didn’t take it seriously.
Later, there was not much Lingcha available, so Su Fan wanted to buy some more in the city, but when he asked about the price, he almost frightened him to death.
The spiritual tea that Lao Ye gave him cost hundreds of spiritual stones for one ounce.
That's right, it's a two-part deal.
He used to drink such expensive spiritual tea like a cow. He only knew it tasted good, but he had never tasted it carefully.
That was more than a kilogram of spiritual tea, which added up to thousands of spiritual stones, which brought disaster to himself.
Now Su Fan is more careful and only puts in two or three pieces at a time.
And he tasted every cup carefully. Since he knew the value of Lingcha, he felt that this tea tasted much better than before.
Su's private kitchen has been operating for more than two months, and business has been good.
Especially in the past month or so, six private rooms are simply not enough.
But Su Fan still didn't add a table. First-come, first-come reservations were made. If you didn't make a reservation, you had to wait in line. Later, all those who made reservations were queued up a few days later.
Although his lack of appreciation annoyed the eldest sister in the inner sect, she would come over from time to time, but she never gave Su Fan a good look.
Su Fan didn't take it seriously. Even if he agreed to Senior Sister's request, she would look good on you.
You, a small casual cultivator, are not even a piece of grass in the eyes of the inner disciples.
The most annoying thing is that Liu He is becoming more and more promiscuous, and there are actually several followers from the outer sect behind him.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Su Fan frowned, who was it this morning?
He lazily got up from the recliner and wanted to go over and open the door. After taking a few steps, he turned back and took the teapot on the clay stove into the house.
"Who..."
He came to the courtyard gate and shouted outside.
"Fellow Daoist Su, it's me..."
Su Fan heard that this person was one of his neighbors.
He opened the door and saw a middle-aged man named Feng Qi standing outside.
He is in his fifties, has a slender face, a short beard, a smile, but his eyes appear to be narrow.
Su Fan's eyes narrowed, he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Feng, the technique can be further improved..."
After hearing Su Fan's words, Feng Qi's face suddenly lit up.
"Alas... I have been stuck for more than ten years, and finally I have a breakthrough..."
Su Fan led Feng Qi into the yard. The two sat down under the rain cover and poured him a glass of boiled water.
"I don't have any magic tea or anything like that. Fellow Taoist, don't be surprised by the hot water that has just been boiled..."
Feng Qi picked up the cup and took a sip.
"Fellow Taoist, your business is doing well. I think some people come here from Cangjiu City just to have a bite of yours."
Su Fan smiled calmly, but he was sneering in his heart.
The numbness was finally noticed by someone with a heart.
"They are all friends in the sect. They are tired of eating in restaurants in the city and want to try farm food, so I will help organize them."
Feng Qi looked at Su Fan with a surprised look on his face and said, "Do you know anyone from Yinluo Sect?"
"Well, there are a few fellow villagers in the sect who have always taken good care of me."
"What I'm saying is that if you can recruit so many sect disciples, they must be very generous."
Su Fan shook his head and said: "It's okay, but I can't let me pay for it..."
After listening to Su Fan's words, Feng Qi's eyes showed a hint of greed.
"Fellow Daoist Su, that's a big deal. It's not easy to earn spiritual stones from sect disciples."
The two chatted for a few more words, and Feng Qi left with an excuse.
Su Fan sent Feng Qi outside the yard, looked at his back, and his nose twitched.
He turned around and entered the courtyard with a thought.
Whoosh! !
There was a cold breath coming from behind, and Sister Zhen came out of nowhere.
Su Fan conveyed a thought, and Sister Zhen disappeared again.
He sneered. If you don't do something, you won't die.
Su Fan was still puzzled. He hadn't completed the fifth level of Qi training a few days ago. Why did he break through today? It turned out that he was worshiping the devil.
Just now he used the "Smell Scent Technique" and detected a trace of the demon's breath.
In fact, what Feng Qi worships has nothing to do with him.
But this guy obviously wants to take advantage of him, which is so unreasonable.
At noon, Su Fan finished serving six tables of main dishes and sat in the yard waiting for customers to arrive.
"Bang..."
The courtyard door was kicked open, and the senior sister led a group of people into the courtyard.
There was obvious anger on her face, and when she saw Su Fan, she didn't look good at all.
"I flew for an hour in the heavy snow just to come to this crappy place like yours. I'm really free..."
Su Fan chuckled and said, "Senior sister, I specially made a few pots for you, all with new flavors. I guarantee your satisfaction."
"snort……"
The senior sister glared at him and entered the private room angrily.
The dog-legged Liu He trotted after him and made a face at him before entering the door.
Su Fan ignored him at all, and now he was really annoyed by this guy's behavior.
It's snowing, so he specially added a few more pots, which are considered to be more unique dishes.
"Stewed lamb backbone with pickled cabbage", "Stewed beef offal with radish", "Spicy duck head in dry pot", "Stewed braised pork with dried beans", "Stewed kidney beans with spareribs", "Simple version of spicy hotpot", each pot has it It's as big as a rice bowl.
Pair it with some refreshing side dishes and some light vegetable stir-fries.
For this meal, why don’t you give me ten middle-grade spiritual stones?
There were spiritual carbons placed under the six pots. The pots were boiling and bubbling. Before they could eat, the senior sister and the others were drooling.
Su Fan also poured spirits into small jugs, scalded them with boiling water and served them.
It was snowing heavily outside, and the north wind was blowing outside the window, but it was as warm as spring in the private room.
Eating from a steaming pot and drinking hot liquor is one of the great pleasures in life.
After all the dishes for the six tables were arranged, Su Fan returned to his small courtyard.
Whoosh! !
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Sister Zhen appeared behind Su Fan and conveyed some thoughts to him.
Su Fan waved Sister Zhen away and then sneered.
It's so numb that it really makes people think about it.
Having been knocked on the door twice, Su Fan was ready to nip the crisis in the bud this time.
On a cold winter night, the biting wind was still blowing, giving off a biting chill.
The snow is still falling, and the snowflakes are falling from the sky overwhelmingly, creating a chilling and desolate landscape in the wild.
Su Fan braved the heavy snow and ran on the snow.
Sister Zhen sent a thought, and he slowly stopped. Through the vast snow curtain, he looked at the valley in front of him with cold eyes.
