The gangster of fast wear is online

Chapter 243 The Fireworks World, An Taiping 27
He went out today and took in a dozen younger brothers. The ghost king was very happy. He found that the blood shadows next door were all standard crooked melons and cracked dates, and there were very few newcomers, so he was even more happy.

——There is a comfortable feeling of sitting firmly in the middle palace.

Just wait for the one above to speak, and he can show the results.

Hey, these little brothers seem to have grievances to sue...

The ghost king listened for a while.

The smile gradually widens...

……

"She's getting stronger."

Lan Shuying frowned.

The ultra-clear images faithfully recorded the time when the female ghost of the ancient tomb got along with that hairy zombie.

Mao Zong is still the same, wrapped in long hair, like a dead body that has been sleeping for a long time, allowing the female ghost to plunder its Yin Sha, it is not as terrifying as described by the ghost king at all.

Lan Shuying keenly found that compared with the last time, the breath of the female ghost has strengthened, and the data from the ghost pupil observation also confirmed this.

If I had to compare...

The previous female ghost probably needed two slaps to defeat her ghost king, but now, one slap might kill him.

Ghost King:? ? ?
"Master, I have a discovery."

"Say."

"Hey, that's it. Today I took in a few drowned ghosts in the outskirts of the city, ah no, they weren't drowned, they were just in the water..."

"Speak the key."

Ghost Wang Mo, after a little deliberation, said: "The old man of the Xia family sent people to kill 24 members of Xia Yi's family, and 13 of them turned into water ghosts in Qinghe. The pawnbroker's daughter."

"It's them... what kind of deception?"

The branch of the Xia family was specialized in getting money from the tomb, and offended the female ghost of the ancient tomb. She already knew about it, but it was just a deception...

Lan Shuying raised her eyebrows when she thought of Zhang Zijun's generous statement before.

Xia Yi's two best-bred sons died. After all, he was concerned about the power of his family. He didn't dare to tear his face openly, so he hid and drank all day, and secretly ordered his wife to carry the corpses to the door of Xia's house. Don't cry, just burn paper.

Based on his understanding of Mrs. Xia, he will receive a generous pension next time.But he was so focused on digging holes these days that he didn't know a series of strange things happened in Xia's inner house.

Because the pangolin spirit was taking revenge, strange things happened in the Xia family. When the old man heard that two people had died in Xia Yi’s family, he also heard that the pawn shop was haunted and Lao Deng died strangely. : Could it be that when Xia Yi dug out the hole, he brought up something that shouldn't be touched?
In a sense, he was right.

But this really has nothing to do with the Xia family's inner house.

Xia Yi took the blame for the pangolin, and instead of getting the pension, he paid for the lives of his family.

He was puzzled and hated the old man for turning his face and being ruthless. This resentment was stuck in his throat and could not be dissipated. If he could not enter reincarnation, he turned into a water ghost in the Qing River and was recruited by the ghost king.

However, after the disaster of their family and before Mrs. Xia took action, the daughter-in-law of Xia Yi's family played tricks, distorted the matter, and told Zhang Zijun who was interrogating her.

Her man had just died, which meant that he was going to be a widow not long after entering the house. The female ghost didn't look for her, so she resented him.

Zhang Zijun, who passed by, seemed to be nosy, and claimed to be a Taoist disciple, which moved Xia Yi's daughter-in-law.She told Zhang Zijun that her man made a bet with someone, and the loser would go to the ancient tomb to find the way, but both brothers were killed by the monster inside.

A statement full of loopholes, but Zhang Zijun believed it.

So there was the talk in the pawnshop.

……

"It's ready, girl, try it to see if it smells like that."

A plate of fragrant meat shortbread was placed in front of Lan Shuying. The middle-aged chef with a big arm and a round waist had a simple smile. He looked like an ordinary person, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes and stories.

His eyes swept over the shortbread, showing worry and reluctance.

Lan Shuying was thinking about the female ghost of the ancient tomb, but she didn't have any appetite. She couldn't bear his earnestness, so she picked up a piece and sincerely praised: "It's delicious! Master Su's sword is not old."

The middle-aged cook grinned silently.

Lan Shuying reminded him: "Master Su, there is no turning back when you shoot the bow, have you considered it?"

The cook was silent for a while, and when he looked up again, he was calm. He spoke very slowly, and he especially cherished the opportunity to say every word.

"Girl, Suji has been open for 150 years. I remember that when I was a child, I learned how to cook with my grandfather. I first recognized the ingredients, and then I made cakes and fillings. Like... the old man also let us figure it out by ourselves, but no one can come up with a more delicious recipe than this shortbread."

"It doesn't matter if I, Old Su, are gone in this world, but this prescription can't be lost. If it can't be passed down, the ancestors will scold me."

There were tears in his eyes unknowingly, and he wiped them with a smile: "It's fine now, it's fine now. Hey, if I knew that I could let this idiot learn it after death, I would have found a crooked neck tree to settle the knot! "

Lan Shuying listened quietly.

She knew that this was the last thing a 70-year-old man wanted to say.

Apart from her, his filial sons and grandsons would not be able to hear these words.

The old man's surname is Su, and he is the owner of Suji Bakery on Chang'an Street next door. His mourning hall has not yet been demolished.

Because he has been kind to others all his life, there should be a broad road waiting ahead, but that strong obsession trapped the old man in the world: if this prescription is not learned by his children and grandchildren, he will not leave!

Now the old man has a chance to pass on his lifelong pastry-making experience to his son, and at the price, he will not have an afterlife.

……

The cook's mouth became dry, and he poured out all the words he hadn't said enough in his life, and finally fell down with his eyes fixed.

After a while, he woke up.

At this time, he was full of confusion, scratching his head and saying to himself: "Where is this, why am I here?"

Lan Shuying held a piece of shortbread to her lips, and said flatly, "I invited you to make the shortbread. The money is on the table. You can go back after you take it."

"Shortbread? Where?" The cook looked over blankly, staring fixedly at the plate of shortbread, looking down at his hand, unable to believe that it was his own achievement.

He thought hard, and seemed to have the impression of the whole process in his mind, and it became clearer after further thinking: How much of each ingredient should be added when adjusting the stuffing, how should be adjusted when stirring, when should be stuffed, when should be closed... Every day Every step is printed in my mind, and I can't forget it even if I want to!

But he still didn't believe it, this shortbread looked simple, but trying to make a taste that satisfied his father was as difficult as heaven!

Hey, wait, the cook stretched his neck and sniffed. Isn't this smell just like the shortbread made by the old man himself? !
Lan Shuying said impatiently, "Are you still leaving?"

The cook watched the girl's delicate and charming face suddenly turn into blue-faced fangs, so frightened that my mother yelled and ran away rolling and crawling.

(End of this chapter)