Quick Travel: Love will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword

"Excuse me, what are you two eating? I was passing by here with my master, and I was hungry. I wonder if I can share some food." A young man with a simple face stood at the door of the ruined temple at some time and scratched his head. He scratched his head and added: "What, we give you money, we are not freeloaders."

"Lu Ming, come back." Behind the young man stood a middle-aged and elderly man, "Sorry for disturbing you."

Lu Ming said "Oh" and stood back disappointedly, not forgetting to take a few glances at the pot.

Zhang Luojia looked at the two of them warily. He had just enjoyed his meal, but he was so careless. He didn't realize it until someone walked up to them to talk.

Fortunately, I didn't have any bad intentions, otherwise I don't know how I died.

"It's okay, why bother? We were passing by here to stay overnight with Grandpa Tu." Ding Mangui stood up and blocked Zhang Luojia behind him. When he saw the two people still standing at the door, he hurriedly gave way and said with a smile: "Outside It's cold, so you two can come in and sit around and warm up by the fire."

Zhang Luojia concentrated, and there were at least five or six auras around him, scattered and hidden in various directions outside the temple.

The old man was not polite, he cupped his hands and sat down, with an air of grace and nobility in every move he made.

Purple air.

Zhang Luojia saw purple energy in him, which showed that this person was a member of the royal family and his status was not low.

"Girl, put out two more sets of bowls and chopsticks, and go to the back to get some sliced ​​meat and vegetables." Ding Mangui said a few words, then turned around and ordered Zhang Luojia.

Zhang Luojia agreed, then went to the carriage outside and lowered the curtain, took out two pairs of bowls and chopsticks from the space, took them in his hands, picked up the mutton rolls, and returned to the temple.

Ding Mangui had already said a few words, and said with a smile: "You two look like nobles at first glance, and don't dislike it if you are away from home. This is a way of eating that my girl just figured out. You can try it."

Before the old man could agree, Lu Ming quickly answered: "I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it, um..."

The old man glanced at him, and Lu Ming quickly covered his mouth to swallow his words.

The old man smiled and said: "We are destined to meet each other. How can we not dislike each other? I haven't thanked you for your hospitality. You have good food and I have good wine. It is only fair to reciprocate."

Zhang Luojia watched the two people talking with a smile. He kept moving and waving the kitchen knife, placing the mutton on the plate piece by piece, cutting the potatoes and white radish into the same size and bringing them to the pot, dividing the prepared sesame sauce. To the two of them: "Old man, put this mutton into the pot and cook it for ten rests. Take it out and dip it in the sauce I prepared. It will taste the best."

Lu Ming said, "I'll go first." After saying that, he picked up a piece with his chopsticks and grinned, "It's delicious, it's delicious."

This time the old man didn't blame him. He shook his head and smiled and put the wine bag by the fire to roast: "I am old and can't eat anything too cold. I have to warm it up. Young people's stomach is better."

Ding Mangui laughed: "Brother, you are not old, you are very strong."

Lu Ming stopped after eating with chopsticks. He stared at the churning food in the pot and swallowed.

Zhang Luojia could see clearly and was even more certain that the old man had an extraordinary identity. Lu Ming was clearly testing poison.

Sure enough, after chatting for a while, the old man saw that Lu Ming was fine, so he started to use his chopsticks with confidence. He didn't stop doing this, and Lu Ming even swung his chopsticks out of the afterimage.

The mutton was bottomed out and the vegetables were dry. The two of them were obviously still unsatisfied.

Zhang Luojia took out the dough that he had prepared long ago and said: "I made this when I was going out. I originally wanted to have a full stomach with my dad on the road, but now that it is cold, I can store it. I only eat meat." No matter how full the food is, let’s eat some pasta to make up for it.”

The old man's face was exposed to the sun, and his mouth was slightly red and swollen, "I, Huang, am also known as a good food that I have never eaten before. Now that I met you and my daughter in the wilderness, I fell in love with you and ate this immortal hotpot again. It's really... It was spicy and refreshing, and I realized that I had lied a lot and made my brother and the girl laugh."

Zhang Luojia smiled secretly, why should he laugh? He is not afraid that you will eat too much, but he is afraid that you will eat less.

Ding Mangui drank a few more glasses of wine, and drunkenly hugged the old man, saying, "I'm so friendly as soon as I see you, we've been friends with you for a long time, and you're shouting "old brother, old brother," in just one meal.

After dinner, Lu Ming helped Zhang Luojia clean up. Zhang Luojia asked casually: "Brother Lu Ming, where are you going?"

"Going to Tai'an..." Lu Ming paused: "Going to Tai'an, my master is going to visit friends."

Zhang Luojia didn't seem to hear the pause in his words, and said with a smile: "That's a coincidence. Our next stop is Tai'an, so we can walk together for two days, don't you think so, dad?"

Ding Mangui also smiled and clapped his hands: "It's true, Brother Huang Qi, we are really destined. It's better to go together for the next two days. You don't know my girl's craftsmanship. It's really delicious, and you'll be in luck." "

Huang Laoqi figured out the identity of the father and daughter in front of him in just one meal. He knew that they were chefs and were going to Jiangnan. Anyway, they were only going to be together for two days. Since he was good at this, he readily agreed. .

"Haha, that's a lot of trouble."

Lu Ming jumped three feet high, and Zhang Luojia felt happy.

It took two days to finish this Huang Laoqi.

Zhang Luojia was secretly happy as she packed her things quickly with her hands and feet.

The original owner was so lucky that he could meet noble people even in the wilderness.

Zhang Luojia was calculating the ingredients in the space, and thought to himself: What to do tomorrow... His men kept pouring the leftovers into the weeds not far away, and then turned around and returned to the ruined temple.

Four or five people hiding outside the temple:...o(╥﹏╥)o

You must be sick, cold and hungry, and now you have to smell the fragrance and can't eat. Lu Ming, that little brat, is lucky.

At night, with Lu Ming stoking the fire from time to time, Zhang Luojia didn't sleep cold and got up early the next day.

"Miss Ding, what are you busy with? What is this black thing?" Huang Laoqi walked behind her with his hands behind his back and looked at the ingredients she prepared.

Zhang Luojia turned his head and smiled: "Why are you awake so early? These are preserved eggs and lean pork. The minced ginger and white wine are used to remove the fishy smell."

Huang Laoqi asked with a smile: "As people get older, they don't sleep much. Do you want to eat meat when you get up early in the morning? What kind of preserved egg is this?"

Zhang Luojia opened the earthenware pot, stirred the white porridge, put in the shredded white pork and minced ginger, then added the preserved eggs and said, "Of course not, let's have porridge this morning."

There was a piece of preserved egg left, and I added some vinegar: "Would you like to try it?"

Huang Laoqi was slightly stunned. Just as Lu Ming was about to say something, he saw Huang Laoqi swallowing it in one gulp and frowning as he savored it carefully.

As he chewed it, his eyebrows slowly opened up: "The taste is smooth and tender, with a slight fishy smell, a bit salty and stinky, but the final aftertaste is a unique fragrance, um, not bad."

A gourmet, definitely an experienced gourmet.

Zhang Luojia had a deep smile on his face.