All-World Vision

Chapter 184 Young Chef God, Old Poet Immortal
There is an inn.

Room No. [-].

The furnishings in the house are antique, and there are famous calligraphy and paintings on the walls. The whole is clean and tidy, and it is comfortable for the eyes.

On the sandalwood Eight Immortals square table, the fragrance of tea curls up like smoke and mist.

On the sour branch chair, Lian'er was dangling her calves, watching Liu Ming's movements with her big black eyes.

"clatter!"

Liu Ming, who was sitting upright, smiled lightly and snapped his fingers.

Three meat dishes and one vegetarian dish appeared on the table of the Eight Immortals immediately, and at the same time, the steaming hot dishes exuded a provocative aroma, causing someone's stomach to growl.

Lian'er rubbed her belly, blinked her big eyes, and said in surprise, "Guokuo is so powerful!"

This kind of method is very similar to "creation of the void", even after seeing it many times, Lian'er still finds it very novel and interesting.

"Steamed chicken with lotus petals, crispy duck, fatty duck with eight treasures, and roasted cabbage."

After Liu Ming finished his introduction, he signaled to start eating.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Lian'er faltered as he quickly grabbed a piece of chicken and took a big bite.

"Well, it is indeed a very thoughtful work."

Liu Ming said slowly after taking a bite of the steamed chicken.

At this time, his eyes looked out of the window, as if his eyes were filled with countless universes, as if he had seen through endless time and space.

……

Chrysanthemum goes downstairs.

Chef's residence.

The golden sunlight shines into the hollowed-out embroidered windows, forming mottled light spots on the ground.

Sandalwood fragrance filled the whole room.

The smooth and shiny silver mirror on the dressing table reflected everyone's worried expressions.

On the soft wooden bed, a thin woman lay quietly, the sky blue clothes looked a bit wide on her body.

bedside.

The old man with white beard and hair and wrinkled face closed his eyes tightly.

He rested his three fingers on the woman's wrist, and did not speak for a long time, nor did he open his eyes for a long time. His expression was very solemn, which made everyone feel more and more heavy in the atmosphere.

a long time.

The old man finally opened his eyes and shook his head very slowly.

On the side, a young man with black and blue long hair wrapped in a red scarf bit his lip, clenched his fists, and a mist quickly formed in his eyes.

The girl with wine-red long hair next to the boy also trembled, and then wept softly.

The old man sighed softly, got up slowly, took the medicine bag and walked out.

The rest of the people turned their heads sideways with tears in their eyes, reluctantly looked at the woman on the bed, and walked out very slowly step by step.

Outside.

"Master Abei became sick from overwork, worrying too much, exhausted physically and mentally, this old man, this old man... can't recover, alas..."

The old doctor with white beard and hair let out a long sigh, expressing his grief.

A Ling covered her mouth and sobbed, "How did this happen, how did this happen! Doctor Zhao, you are the most powerful doctor in Sichuan Province! You must have a solution, right?"

The girl A Ling burst into tears and looked at Dr. Zhao expectantly.

Dr. Zhao lowered his head and remained silent, only the turbid tears showed that he was so restless.

Master Abe.

Chrysanthemum downstairs chef.

After her husband passed away, she has been sticking to Chrysanthemum downstairs for 11 years.

She doesn't need the sympathy of others, but is famous in Sichuan Province for her unique culinary skills.

She constantly introduces new dishes and carefully designed a variety of well-received dishes, so she is known as the fairy chef in Sichuan Province!
She is not only a super chef, but also one of the few well-known gourmet chefs throughout the ages.

After years of hard work, she finally created the leading state-owned restaurant in Sichuan Province, and the reputation of Juxialou spread all over the country along with the reputation of the fairy chef.

But now, the fairy chef fell ill.

The Huaxia gourmet world will lose a bright star!

As the person with the highest medical skills in Sichuan Province, Dr. Zhao is also full of respect for Chef Fairy, and he even regrets it more than others.

Tears slowly flowed from the little master's eyes, and he ran out.

The other chefs in Juxialou also wept silently, sighing for Juxialou, for Sichuan Province, and for the Huaxia gourmet world.

in the mountains.

Under the banyan tree.

The little head fell to his knees, tears blurring his vision.

Running all the way down, it is very difficult for him to breathe every time, and he even feels a burning pain in his chest.

The physical pain did not stop him from missing and worrying about his mother, but made him more sensitive.

"Mommy mommy!……"

The little master grasped the soil with both hands and murmured, his tears dripped to the ground like broken pearls, soon making a small piece of land wet.

"god!"

"Is there a god in the world?"

"Help my mother! I beg you! I beg you!"

The little head propped his hands on the ground, and looked up at the blue sky every time he kowtowed his head, his eyes filled with the last glimmer of hope.

……

Datang.

In the autumn of Tianbao's 12th year.

Xie Tiao upstairs.

Dressed in white, the old man with a fair but aged face held a cup and looked into the distance.

The mountains in the distance are twisting and circling, rolling up and down, like a sleeping dragon occupying the vast land.

The white clouds are unpredictable, misty with the wind, far and near, and distant, so why not when you look at yourself?In this way, it is better to have white clouds in the sky, not in the world.

at the railing.

With his left hand on his back, and his right hand holding a wine glass, the old man looked at the blue sky, seeming to have a thousand words.

The wind blows, and the clothes flutter.

"Taibai, but you remember something unpleasant again?"

In the center of the tower, a hale and hearty old man wearing a blue-black headdress and a dark red round-neck robe asked while stroking his beard.

Li Bai turned around and nodded.

Then he drank the wine in the cup, went to the front of the case and sat opposite the hale and hearty old man.

"Uncle Clan, nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life, what can I do?"

Li Bai picked up the wine jug on the long table, and tilted it calmly and slowly. The transparent blood-like column of wine fell into the cup, and it was filled in no time, with a unique aroma in the wind.

The hale and hearty old man known as the uncle of the clan is named Li Yun, and he used to be the secretary of the provincial school.

Li Yun held the wine glass, looked at the blood-red wine, and said:
"The luminous cup of wine and grapes, if you want to drink the pipa, please remind me immediately.

Drunk on the battlefield, Lord Grim, how many people have fought in ancient times? "

"Wang Han's Liangzhou Ci is not bad! What does Taibai think?" Li Yunbai raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile.

There is music in poetry, and poetry in music.

It is easier said than done to forget worries with pleasure.

Li Bai stared at the wine in his glass and fell silent.

Li Yun also secretly sighed.

How could he not know his nephew's ambition, but his nephew was wild and unrestrained, arrogant and unyielding, he refused to be flattered and flattered, the more talented he was, the more tolerant he was.

What's more, in today's court, relatives are involved in politics, and the emperor is greedy for pleasure and has no ambitions.

How can a maverick courtier realize his ambition?
If you go with the flow and go against your heart, how is it different from the worldly people?

"You and my uncle and nephew are together today. I don't know when we will see each other in the future. I often hear that Taibai is a banished immortal. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to meet you today?"

Li Yun took a sip of the wine and said with great interest.

Hearing this, Li Bai's eyes brightened, and his whole face immediately glowed.

He laughed loudly, then drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and stood up with pride.

I saw him with piercing eyes, fluttering gown, in the autumn wind, on a high platform, his spirit was flying high, like an independent immortal left behind.

One step, two steps.

Three steps, four steps, five steps.

Li Bai took five steps unhurriedly, stood on the railing, looked at the sky, had a panoramic view of everything, and said loudly:

Those who forsake me are not allowed to stay yesterday;
Those who disturb my heart are so troubled today.

Changfeng Wanli sent Qiuyan, which can be a tall building.

Penglai's article was Jian'an Bone, and the middle Xie was clear again.

I want to fly in the blue sky and see the moon.

The water will flow even more when the knife is cut off, and the sorrow will be relieved by a toast.

Life is unsatisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spread out boats. "

(End of this chapter)