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When carrying the bowl, Du Mengnan saw several almost transparent bulges in the bowl. When he looked carefully, Du Mengnan was shocked.

"Zhao Xinyu, these are shrimps."

Zhao Xinyu chuckled and said, "Wait two minutes and try it."

Du Mengnan picked one up and put it into his mouth. The next moment, Du Mengnan's eyes widened with disbelief.

Although she was born in the south, she has several years of catering experience and is no stranger to pasta. She has eaten all kinds of famous pasta, including most of the top-quality pasta from abroad.

The shaved noodles are smooth on the outside and stringy on the inside, soft but not sticky. Every time she chews it, she will have a different feeling, and different fragrances reverberate in her mouth, making her unable to stop.

Although she didn't know how Zhao Xinyu prepared the shrimp paste, he had seen the noodles with his own eyes. She couldn't imagine how Zhao Xinyu could create multiple flavors from a single noodle.

Perhaps it was because the shaved noodles were so delicious that Du Mengnan ate a bowl of noodles in just a few mouthfuls. He even drank all the soup in the bowl. Before he could swallow it, Du Mengnan had already finished the bowl. Passed it over again.

"How about it".

"Okay, it's so delicious. This is the best pasta I've ever eaten. Why didn't you make it earlier?" Du Mengnan complained.

"Let's go to the restaurant, that's enough."

When the noodles were brought out, everyone was like Du Mengnan. After taking one bite, they were stunned for a long time, recalling the impact that the noodles had on them.

While people were eating noodles, Zhao Xinyu returned to the kitchen.

More than ten minutes later, a group of people eating noodles in the restaurant suddenly turned their heads at the same time. They smelled a strange aroma. This aroma was different from that of noodles. Although it was light, it gave them a different feeling. They felt full just now, but suddenly they felt an urge.

When Zhao Xinyu placed a large plate on the dining table, everyone saw that there were pieces of almost transparent flakes on the plate, each piece was about the size of a palm, and this strange fragrance diffused from the plate.

"Xinyu, what is this?" Meng Lie looked at Zhao Xinyu.

"Sauteed Fairy Mushrooms."

Meng Lie glanced at the others and saw that Liu Fengying, Du Mengnan, and Guan Bingtong had already taken out their mobile phones.

After the three of them took countless photos, the old man stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece and put it into his mouth. It was smooth and delicious. Although the mushroom slices were very thin, they had a plump feel to them, and they didn’t taste like other mushrooms when chewed. It's so smooth, yet particularly chewy and chewy.

"It's delicious, everyone should try it."

Seeing his grandfather saying this, Zhao Xinyu smiled knowingly. When he saw everyone stretching out their chopsticks, he left the restaurant again. He knew that this plate of stir-fried fairy mushrooms was not enough.

After the meal, everyone in the restaurant showed satisfaction on their faces. Du Gang looked at Guan Zhentian and said, "Old man Guan, I really want to remember that some people say they don't eat sliced ​​noodles. Just now I saw you... I ate several bowls.”

Guan Zhentian laughed, "Why do I remember that I only ate half a bowl?"

"It is worthy of being one of the top five noodles. This is the best-tasting noodles I have ever eaten."

Du Mengnan's almond-shaped eyes flickered for a few times and he looked at Zhao Xinyu. Zhao Xinyu immediately understood what Du Mengnan meant and said quickly: "Mengmeng, you can't learn how to slice noodles in a day or two. If the noodles are unevenly sliced, the taste will be bad." changes happened".

"It's not difficult. Fengying just said that there are knife noodles everywhere over there. Let's find one."

Zhao Xinyu couldn't help but shook his head, "They may not come here. Let's ask Sister Min to find a young and smart noodle apprentice at Wuyou Restaurant and let him learn how to slice noodles."

"Your shrimp paste tastes great and can be used as other noodles," Guan Bingtong said with a smile.

Zhao Xinyu shook his head, "Tongtong, the shrimp paste I made was developed by my grandfather. This shrimp paste is specially used with shaved noodles. If it is supplemented with other noodles, it will not have that endless aftertaste."

Hearing what Zhao Xinyu said, Du Mengnan couldn't help but sigh slightly. She could imagine that if today's shaved noodles were launched in Wuyou Restaurant, it would definitely change the southerners' view of northern pasta. Perhaps because the shaved noodles would make southerners also I like northern pasta.

But Zhao Xinyu also said that the shaved noodles look simple, but in fact they are very complicated. Many shaved noodles in the north are just to support their families. The noodles they make are just similar in appearance. Even if they add the shrimp paste prepared by Zhao Xinyu, they are just in taste. It's much better, but it's not as good as the endless aftertaste of being hungry that Zhao Xinyu said.

"Zhao Xinyu, that fairy mushroom..."

Zhao Xinyu laughed and said, "I brought back a lot of soil this time. I will spread it in the grape grove tomorrow and wait until it rains to see if it can grow."

"What about shrimp paste?"

"I brought back a lot of snow krill and put them into Lake Wangyou. Snow krill reproduce very quickly. In a few months, we can make shrimp paste in batches. By then, we can also start selling noodles." ,

It was night, after everyone fell asleep, although he was a little tired, the experience of encountering the three-legged golden thread snake in the depths of Cailiang Mountain kept echoing in Zhao Xinyu's mind, and he thought about what Xiaobai said, Zhao Xinyu didn't feel sleepy at all, so he simply got up and left the yard.

In the black grape forest, Zhao Xinyu was lying on a lounge chair looking at the stars in the sky through the dense leaves, thinking about this practice in his heart.

With a slight growl, Zhao Xinyu turned his head and looked in one direction. Under the starlight, Qing Feng ran over.

He raised his hand and stroked Qingfeng's huge head, "Qingfeng, what do you think is the end of cultivation?"

"Boss, ask Xiaobai about this, he knows everything."

Zhao Xinyu nodded. He was not talking. He put his big hands on Qing Feng's back and looked at the sky. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly Qing Feng moved, bringing Zhao Xinyu's thoughts back to reality. He couldn't help turning his head to look at Qing Feng. Qing Feng had been following him. Qing Feng would not move when he was thinking about things. Now Qingfeng suddenly reacted.

"Boss, there's a situation."

Zhao Xinyu's eyes suddenly shrank, Qingfeng, Jinhen, and Jinyu were all strange beasts, and their senses were simply not comparable to those of human cultivators.

How many times have I been in crisis, it was only Qing Feng, Jin Hen, Jin Yu and others who warned me in advance that saved me from danger time and time again.

Zhao Xinyu stood up and looked around, but he didn't find anything. But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed, and he saw a figure. This figure seemed to appear out of thin air, standing under a grape plant less than a hundred meters away from him.

The owner of the figure was an old man with a stooped figure, but his eyes were staring at him like a wild beast. Although it was just two glances, Zhao Xinyu felt extremely uncomfortable.

The next moment he saw the old man, Zhao Xinyu suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, "This old man is a master, and he is the real master he has encountered since he started practicing. He even felt that he was in the middle stage of the Earth Martial Realm." Not as good as the old man.

That means that the old man's cultivation level is at least two levels higher than his. I'm not saying that the old man is in the Tianwu realm.

"Hand it over," a faint voice sounded in Zhao Xinyu's mind, which frightened Zhao Xinyu even more.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Xinyu patted Qingfeng calmly. Qingfeng understood and retreated into the grape forest. The old man looked at Qingfeng with bags under his eyes contemptuously and ignored him.

"Hand it over," the voice sounded again, and this time Zhao Xinyu finally saw the old man's lips move.

Zhao Xinyu frowned slightly, "What is this? Why can't I understand it?"

"Four years ago, you got that thing in an accident. I know it is on you. Hand it over and I will leave you a way to survive."

Zhao Xinyu's heart suddenly shrank. Who was this old man? How did he know that he had an accident and got Hongmeng Space.

Although he was horrified, there was a trace of doubt on his face, "Old man, I did have an accident back then. That accident almost killed me. I was in a coma for several days. You always joke about what I can get. Bar".

The old man's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he strolled towards Zhao Xinyu. Although he walked very slowly, every step seemed to hit Zhao Xinyu's heart. Every time he took a step, Zhao Xinyu's heart beat wildly. .

What is the origin of this old man? Why didn't he hear Wu Yunfei and the others talk about such a powerful existence in the secular world?

Knowing that the old man was strong, looking at the old man who was getting closer, a trace of panic finally appeared on his face, and he stepped back.

"Don't come here, what are you going to do?"

The old man seemed to have anticipated Zhao Xinyu's reaction, "Hand it over." While speaking, his eyes were fixed on Shipley's eyes.

Suddenly, the old man's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly turned around. The next moment, the grape trellis he had built shattered, and two huge figures rushed towards him, and four sharp claws that shone with cold light grabbed at him.

"Soul Condensation Realm".

The old man exclaimed, but he regained his composure instantly. His aura fluctuated violently, and his fists struck Jin Hen and Jin Yu at the same time.

"They are just two derogatory beasts."

The next moment, his eyes narrowed and his face changed slightly. He felt an energy coming from behind him.

"boom".

The old man turned sideways to avoid the vital parts, and received Zhao Xinyu's blow on his shoulder, but his fists also knocked away the golden marks and golden feathers.

The old man coughed lightly, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I didn't expect you to be a cultivator, hiding very deep, in the middle stage of the Earth Martial Realm." While speaking, two cold gleams shot out from his eyes.

Zhao Xinyu couldn't help being shocked. He struck with all his strength. Although he didn't hit the opponent's vital points, it still hurt him. He knew the power of the Five Gods Art. In his imagination, even if the opponent didn't die, he would still be severely injured. But. . . . . . .

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