who called him an onion essence

With his back against the wall, the apprentice swallowed nervously.

While Yang Sheng was out shopping, Yang Cong, who came back early, narrowed his eyes slightly, with a smile floating on the surface of his mouth: "Who was the one who splashed paint on our shop before?"

The apprentice wanted to cry but had no tears: "How do you know... haven't they been wiped clean?"

"I can smell it." Yang Cong sniffed, "Uncle is stupid, but I am not stupid."

If the master knew that you said that about him, he would definitely pick up the broom and beat you up.The apprentice only dared to complain from the bottom of his heart. Seeing the child like this for the first time, he hesitated for a moment, and still expressed his guess: "It must be a newly opened deli, just that big fat man, he is jealous of our good business." !"

Forgetting to put down his schoolbag, Yang Cong fell into deep thought, and a mature expression that did not match his age appeared on his round face: "So that's how it is..."

Coincidentally, when Yang Sheng came back from outside, he heard a few words: "What's wrong?"

The apprentice hurriedly stood up straight, pretending to be diligent.

Yang Cong, who had just threatened the other party, glared at him again, then turned around, and quickly put on a harmless innocent expression: "Uncle!"

"You must be bullying Mu Mu again." Mu Mu is the apprentice's nickname, and he called it fluently. Later, Yang Sheng and the others simply called it that way, completely ignoring the apprentice's objection.

The apprentice who accepted the nickname abruptly: "... Sigh."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Cong ran over a few steps, grabbed Yang Sheng's wrist, and leaned limply against him: "No! Absolutely not! I just told my brother about my midterm exam results, and then, then he felt ashamed! Haggard!"

The apprentice felt a pain in his throat: "You are good at learning idioms, my dear." Then he turned around silently and sang cabbage to different flavors of braised duck.

Braised ducks of various colors: "???"

Looking at the two live treasures, one big and one small, and the small one is his own child, Yang Sheng could only laugh at it. "Enough rest, turn over the sign on the door." He raised his chin, signaled his disciples to go to work, then picked up Yang Cong who came back from school, and walked out, "Physical education class today? Don't go upstairs early if your clothes are wet." Change, it’s cold, what should I do if I catch a cold..." The voice became farther and farther away, and Yang Cong's struggle was almost inaudible: "I... I am in good health... I don't..."

The apprentice let out a long sigh of relief.

As winter gradually entered, it got dark quickly. Yang Cong was still immersed in his homework in the room, and he didn't notice the darkness around him.Yang Sheng just came out of the kitchen, looked at the sky, went into the room and turned on the light.Feeling light up all of a sudden, Yang Cong raised his head, jumped off the chair with a smile on his face, ran over and hugged Yang Sheng: "Is the hot pot ready?"

Yang Sheng led him out: "Well, there are beef and fish balls that you like." Ever since eating at a street shop on his birthday, the child has been very obsessed with the cooking method of hot pot, arguing to eat.It just so happened that the weather had turned cold recently, and the cats ran back to hide in the cat nest with their kittens, and Yang Sheng finally found time to prepare meat and vegetables. He originally planned to surprise the children, but unfortunately he was guessed early.

"Yes, how long will it take?" Yang Cong smiled with his eyes bent, picking up the seasoning in the small dish with his chopsticks.

Yang Sheng cooked beef rolls for him, as well as meatballs of various colors and flavors. The pot was steaming hot: "Soon, this one will be cooked quickly." After talking for a while, the thinly sliced ​​beef changed color. Dip it in the slightly spicy seasoning, Yang Cong sticks out his tongue, but he is very happy.

In the middle of eating, Yang Cong stirred the sticky noodles, peeked at Yang Sheng's face, and said, "Uncle, why does that fat boss always look at us so viciously?"

"?" Yang Sheng took a big mouthful of meat, his lips were red, and he swallowed the food in his mouth after hearing this, "Who?"

"The one at the deli." Yang Cong said casually, as if he just asked on a whim.

Yang Sheng didn't doubt it either, and thought about his tone: "Maybe you envy our business."

Knowing that his lord couldn't tell the truth, Yang Cong sighed a little, and didn't forget to scoop a spoonful of soup into the bowl and drink it in small sips.The soup base of the hot pot is big bone clear soup, which combines the flavors of various ingredients. It is fresh and delicious, and the whole person will be warmed up after drinking it. "I heard Brother Mu said that he is jealous of us." Yang Cong deliberately diverted the trouble, with a childlike ignorance on his face, and his big round eyes met Yang Sheng's gaze.

"He's talking nonsense." Yang Sheng said categorically, he wanted to protect the pure land in the child's heart, and not let him listen to these neighborhood conflicts.

Yang Cong lowered his head and bit the noodles, showing a weird smile where the other party couldn't notice.My uncle is a gentleman, so he must focus more on the management of the stewed vegetables shop, so that he can feel ashamed; but Yang Cong is a ruthless onion, he can't learn to be mean and shameless, can he learn to play tricks?

The two were lively and lively, but they actually had a hot pot meal with each other's thoughts. This night seemed to pass like this——

of course not.

In the middle of the night, Yang Sheng was already sound asleep, snoring slightly.Yang Cong got up from the thick quilt, yawned softly, and went down carefully, turning into a purple onion in the blink of an eye.It manipulated the folded blades of grass, quickly climbed onto the window sill like a big spider, then jumped, and landed firmly on the roof of the roadside car.The night was very quiet, there were almost no human voices around, and naturally no one would notice that there was an onion crawling in a strange way.Even if I saw it, I would think it was my eyesight, or maybe I was dreaming.

Purple Onion looked left and right, crossed the road, and ran along the wall to the door of the deli not far away.The fat boss doesn't live in the store, and the store door is locked at the moment, and the scene inside cannot be seen through the glass. "Hehehe." Purple Onion sneered, touched the iron gate tentatively, and then, with a small figure, slipped in through the fairly large gap.The latter layer of glass was just soft mud in front of it, and a hole was smashed all at once, as if cut by some tool, with smooth edges.The strange thing is that the sound just now was so soft that it could hardly be heard.

Purple Onion, who used spells for the first time, was a little tired, and took a few breaths, feeling that cultivation was really difficult, and it took so long to make a little progress.However, without further ado, after a short rest, it immediately became active and burrowed into the hole.The decoration of the deli is good, but unfortunately, the boss has a bad heart and ruins it.The purple onion held back its strength, a faint light glowed all over its body, and the outermost layer of skin instantly turned dark black, exuding an ominous aura.It was the result of being contaminated with filth. The purple onion forced out all the dirty things accumulated in the body before, and when the outer skin slowly peeled off, it resisted the use of grass blades to pull off a small piece of black skin and hide it at the base of the wall in the gap.

The purple onion walked all the way, stuffed it all the way, and even ran into the back kitchen, and quietly put it in the stale meat, until all the black skins were used up, then sneaked back the same way, and replaced the broken glass.

At this moment, it was three or four o'clock in the morning, and cats meowed from somewhere, and the wind in late autumn and early winter blew across the entire street.Purple Onion trembled, quickly climbed back upstairs, and squeezed into the warm blanket.After a while, the child's head was exposed, and the little hands hugged Yang Sheng's arm, and soon there was no sound.

It's exhausting to destroy.

Early the next morning, Yang Sheng came back after buying the materials and found that Yang Cong was still in bed. "Get up." He patted the child's butt mercilessly, in exchange for a few moans of dissatisfaction.Because he used magic to vent his anger on his uncle last night, and because it was cold, Yang Cong didn't even want to wake up. After being harassed, he just turned over lazily and hugged the quilt even tighter.Seeing this, Yang Sheng scratched his head helplessly, and finally let the child's occasional shamelessness go.

Once downstairs, the apprentice came up to him, with an excited face and a hint of schadenfreude in his tone: "Master, master, have you heard? That delicatessen suddenly became very smelly for some reason, and everyone who passed by had to cover it up." nose."

"Huh? It stinks?" Yang Sheng frowned and asked subconsciously.

The apprentice has already inquired: "That's right! That fat man came to open the shop this morning, but when he opened the door, he almost fainted from the smoke. I don't know if the things in the shop have deteriorated, or there are rats or something."

He vaguely sensed something was wrong, but couldn't find the reason, so Yang Sheng could only explain it as a coincidence.Anyway, the bad luck over there has nothing to do with them, and it won't affect the business of the stewed vegetable shop, it's so far away.

On the other hand, the owner of the deli had to humbly apologize to the neighbors.As soon as he turned his head, he immediately changed his face and scolded the clerk severely.The fat boss thought it was because the things in the store were smelly, and he felt a little guilty, so he was about to ask someone to clean it up.As a result, after working for a long time, not only the taste did not disappear, but also a large number of ingredients were lost.Looking at the floor that has been wiped so that there is no dust, the fat boss is wearing a mask, puzzled.

It's not that he never doubted Yang Sheng, but can ordinary people really do this?Even if some strange things are used, such as potions, there will be no traces left.Several clerks were whispering, saying that the door lock was still good and the windows were closed. It was like a secret room, how could someone come in and make trouble.Yes, how is it possible? Is it really the problem of this store?A lot of strange and chaotic things rushed into the fat boss's mind, which made him tremble, and it took a long time to calm down. The fat on his face was marked by the mask, and he was still twitching.

Because the store was very smelly, the deli's doors and windows were closed for several days in the future. No matter who the fat boss hired to clean and check, there was no way to find the source of the smell.Yang Cong was very satisfied with this. Those onion skins had already melted away, leaving only filth hidden in the cracks and corners of the walls, even the ceiling. He stuffed a few pieces into the lamp sockets.It is absolutely impossible for mere human beings to discover his hands and feet.

Seeing that the usual methods didn't work, the fat boss finally panicked, took dots from someone he knew, and posted them all over the shop.He has done modest things in the past, such as food poisoning when someone ate something from the store, but now that he encounters such a weird situation, it is inevitable that he thinks too much.But the charm was useless, and the smell was still there. Finally, the industrial and commercial department that received the complaint also sent people to the door, checked it, and tested it with equipment, but still couldn't find the reason.In the end, it can only be attributed to the fact that the deli used stale ingredients in the past. I don’t know why it stinks, and even if it is thrown away, it still won’t go away.

They don't believe it themselves.

The fat boss didn't dare to continue to open the shop, so he closed the door and posted a notice saying "For Sale".There are people who don't know the inside story, and they were deceived by him, so they bought this store at a very low price.

Strange to say, as soon as the shop changed hands, the smell inside disappeared by itself, and I went to every corner, and I couldn't smell it anymore.The person who took over was very happy, and when he casually publicized it to the surroundings, almost everyone thought that the fat boss had suffered retribution for not managing well.

No matter how the fat boss regretted it later, Yang Cong, who sneaked out here to deal with the follow-up matters, was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, with his belly exposed, being rubbed and rubbed by Yang Sheng who was sitting beside him.

"You really can't get up?" Yang Sheng didn't know what the child was doing in private, and Yang Sheng just wanted to wake him up and stretch out his hand to scratch his belly button.

Yang Cong opened his eyes slightly, turned over angrily again, and continued to sleep dimly.

It's cool in winter, just right for sleep.