Dimensionality Reduction Rolling [Quick Travel]

When most of the monks were dispatched to find the ghost king, the ghost king was hanging sandbags.

The owner of a small shop patted the top of Ghost King's head and told him kindly: "Hang it up carefully, and don't untie it. A chef can't even cut vegetables well if his hands are weak."

The Ghost King nodded with a "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm".

A sip of tomato and egg noodle soup has completely expelled his dead energy and locked his ghost energy, so there is no need to worry about hurting any flowers and plants.

Jiang Xingxiu lay down on the rattan chair in front of the store, covered her face with a bamboo hat, and began to enjoy her afternoon nap.

Today is another day with no turnover.

The little widow next door was a little worried. It has been two or three days without income, what will Mr. Jiang do.

But she is a widow, and she can't invite Mr. Jiang to eat at home. She is not afraid of anything, but she is afraid that Mr. Jiang's reputation will be ruined and it will not be easy to marry a wife.

After thinking about it, I took the crab shell roe I made in the kitchen and put it in a greased paper bag, "囡囡————"

The little girl ran in from the door, and one of the two little knots tied on her head came loose at some point.

The little widow simply untied the other one, and handed the oil-paper bag to her daughter, "Bring this to Brother Jiang, you are not allowed to steal it, you understand?"

The little girl swallowed her saliva and nodded seriously: "Yes! My daughters don't steal food!"

She ran out the door with the oiled paper bag in her arms, turned a corner, and bumped into someone's leg, "Hey." She sat down on the ground with the oiled paper bag in her arms.

"You child, why are you walking so carelessly." The man picked up the child, put it on the ground, and patted her clothes casually.

The child was frightened, and hugged the oil-paper bag tightly, "Thank you, thank you." She lowered her head and ran out.

"Wait, baby! This is for you, can you help me find someone?" The man called to her, and took out a beautiful bead from his bosom, with blue flames dancing inside, as if a little girl was watching her. The color of the flame of the oil lamp that Brother Jiang saw.

Well, brother Jiang said, that lamp has a strange color and is not worth much money.

The child shook his head, "I don't want this. Who are you looking for?" Hurry up, she's going to find Brother Jiang to deliver food, it won't taste good if it's cold.She pursed her lips, and touched the oilcloth bag in her arms with some concern.

The man asked: "Do you know Jiang Xingxiu? Just... the old man whose name is these three sounds. He is about 80 or [-] years old now. He has a fair face and no beard, and his limbs are healthy... well, maybe he is not healthy."

The child continued to shake his head, "I don't know." After saying that, he ran away, and the bead couldn't be forced to her.

The companion of the person who asked the question shook his head and laughed at her: "Children don't know treasures. Those are shark tears, melted with a drop of shark blood, worn on the body to prolong life and prevent all diseases. It is priceless."

The man struggled to put the beads back into his sleeves: "Actually, it's good if you don't know treasures, after all, I feel very distressed after giving them away."

The little girl really successfully delivered the crab shell yellow to the next door, which was said to be separated by a wall. In fact, it was in the "Life's Hundred Flavors" shop just across the front and back streets.

"Really, come on, I found that with this roasted quail egg, after eating it, my body will feel warm."

The child salivated, put the oilcloth bag on the counter, and ran over to pick up a bunch of sticks.

"Brother Dawa, when will Brother Jiang wake up?"

"Grandpa usually sleeps for an hour."

"Brother Dawa, why do you call Brother Jiang Grandpa? Brother Jiang doesn't have a long, white beard."

"I don't know, grandpa told me to call him that."

The two children said one sentence to you and one sentence to me, with quail eggs roasting in their hands.At this moment, an exclamation appeared: "Wu that kid, stop!"

The eldest child was startled, and the bamboo stick brought the oil lamp upside down, and the lamp oil splashed all over the floor.

Looking back, it was the person it accidentally bumped into just now.

The man's throat moved slightly: "A lot..." Merman blood.

Another person said in surprise: "The person who made this lamp is not afraid of being revenged by the sharks in the East China Sea?"

"Excuse me." Someone walked sideways and entered the door beside them.

The eldest child still had timid eyes: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I..."

Jiang Xingxiu glanced at the ground: "Did the lamp fall over? This lamp is heavy, did you hit your foot?"

The eldest baby shook his head, and Jiang Xingxiu said "hmm", "Go get a cloth and wipe the floor, the lamp oil is slippery, don't fall."

"Don't!" The person who exclaimed before hurriedly said, walked to the mermaid blood on the ground in two or three steps, and said with pity on his face, "It's a waste. Boss, can you sell me this blood and that lamp? How much is your decision?" price."

He is a bit of a chicken thief. I am afraid that mortals have never even seen a shark, so how can they recognize the blood of a shark.At most, they thought it was an oil lamp that would never go out, and under such circumstances, the asking price would not be too high.

Jiang Xingxiu opened the oiled paper package on the counter and said, "Not for sale. Big boy—"

The eldest baby came over with a rag and began to wipe the floor, "Please let me go." Every time you wipe it, you will lose tens of thousands of spirit stones.

Zhenzhen put the oil lamp away—in case that person would snatch it by force, she could cleverly put the oil lamp inside the counter.

The man's heart throbbed: "Boss, can you think again? I really want to buy it."

"I really don't want to sell it. My kids want to use it to bake quail eggs."

Seeing Jiang Xingxiu's resolute attitude, the man could only leave resentfully with his companion.

When he returned to his place of residence, someone asked him, "Lai Dahai, have you found King Guanglu?"

He shook his head, "I've been asking all morning, but no one has ever heard of the name Jiang Xingxiu. King Guanglu may have changed his name. There is no portrait, so how can I find it so easily?"

"Hey, I guess this town was searched in vain again. I don't know where King Guanglu is hiding. Master Ziyou is coming. If we can't find it, we have to be punished."

"The master is here at the same time?" Lai Haihai's eyelids twitched, "Then I'll look for it again." Saying that, he left, not even taking the people who came back with him.

The man looked at his tired back, shook his head and sighed.

He knew why he was in such a hurry, their master was the eldest grandson of Xuanruo Dynasty.The founding emperor of this dynasty is coming to the end of his lifespan, and all the descendants are looking forward to his death.Half a year ago, he suddenly issued an order that whoever could find his sworn brother, King Guanglu who had lived in seclusion among the people for many years, would be crown prince.Whether it is a son or a grandson, regardless of gender.

——If their master finds it, then, congratulations to the master's father, who will directly become the Supreme Emperor.

The big cake has been painted, but after half a year, no one can find the trace of this King Guanglu.The emperor was stubborn and refused to give the portrait, insisting that they look for it according to those few words.Their master worked hard for half a year, and his temper became more and more irritable.

Lai Dahai returned to "All Flavors of Life".

Jiang Xingxiu is eating crab shell yellow.

This crab shell yellow is extremely ordinary, neither small nor full.The puff pastry was fried until soft and tasted like dry green dumplings.There is too much scallion oil, and the mouthful of scallions completely overwhelms the salty aroma of the pastry itself.It's because it's for my own food. I put double servings of shrimp, which is very satisfying to chew. Unfortunately, the shrimp is not fresh, and the meat is a bit loose.

It's not that Jiang Xingxiu is maliciously criticizing. The God of Cookery has a very sensitive sense of taste. Basically, every time he eats something, his taste will tell him how the food is.

Jiang Xingxiu will be full of shortcomings, but the emotional crab shell yellow is finished.

Although it is not delicious, it is a heart in the end.The God of Cookery eats not only the taste, but also the emotion contained in the food.

With one bite, Jiang Xingxiu ate the little widow's gratitude to him for saving her and her daughter from the gangsters, as well as her worries about whether his current income could support his life.

It's a thank you.

Jiang Xingxiu had no shortage of thanks, but he was really happy that the rescued person was not a white-eyed wolf.

"Boss." Lai Dahai waited patiently for him to finish eating crab shell yellow before walking in.

Jiang Xingxiu: "Huh? What's the matter? Do you want to order?"

"No." Lai Dahai confided part of the truth to the strange shop owner with great embarrassment: "One of my respected elders is near the end of his lifespan. I heard that the oil lamp lit with shark blood is called longevity lamp. At that person's bedside, the oil of the lamp is inexhaustible, and its lifespan is endless, I would like to ask you to sell me that lamp, can you?"

Lai Dahai walked all the way, thinking about it.He used his thoughts to figure out Jiang Xingxiu, how could a normal person keep such a weird lamp for really roasting quail eggs.The shopkeeper must have known the utility of the lamp, so he refused to sell it.In the eyes of the shopkeeper, the idea that he thought he could catch the leak was probably extremely ridiculous.How about telling a part of the truth, maybe it can impress the shopkeeper and sell him the Longevity Lamp?

However, Jiang Xingxiu still refused, and told him: "It is true that shark blood makes lamp oil, which has a long life effect. But after hanging on the bedside, when the person's life span is up, he will have to stay on the bed forever and stay in that lamp." Nearby, are you sure that your elder likes such a curse-like longevity?"

Definitely don't like it.It is better to let a founding emperor who fought in the south and north be put in prison than to let him die.

Lai Dahai felt sad, and said in a strange way: "Can you make me a spicy dish, anything is fine." He wanted to cry.When asked by others, he can say that he is crying.

Jiang Xingxiu gave him a deep look, "Okay."

There are quite a lot of spicy dishes, and since the guest didn't ask for it, Jiang Xingxiu followed his own ideas and brought the ingredients from the kitchen.

It is said that people in Hunan are not afraid of spicy food, but people in Sichuan are afraid of it not being spicy.Jiang Xingxiu planned to cook Sichuan cuisine for him.

After seeing a lot of dried tofu in the sun two days ago, Jiang Xingxiu changed his mind and planned to make a Sichuan-style snack - sad dried tofu.

Why is it called "sad" dried tofu, because it can make you cry.

Jiang Xingxiu opened the cabinet and took out seventeen bottles of chili oil, each of which was a kind of chili.Carefully transfer it into a bowl. The chili oil in the bowl gradually changes color from bright red to dark red, to black red, to pure black.

Cut the dried tofu from the middle, brush with a layer of chili oil made from seventeen kinds of peppers, a layer of pepper powder, and then a layer of chili powder made from seventeen kinds of peppers.

Jiang Xingxiu sniffed it lightly, and felt that it was a little bit tasteless.

Turn out the chopped peppers and sprinkle a layer.

Sprinkle with cumin powder and Zheer root.

Put it in the pan, deep-fry until the tofu skin trembles and oozes oil.

After it was out of the pot, pour a layer of chili oil on the front and back of the golden skin, and Jiang Xingxiu brought the sad dried tofu to Lai Haihai's table.

The golden thick juice bulges on the skin, it doesn't look spicy, but salty.

Lai Dahai picked up a piece of dried tofu with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth without hope.

The spiciness was very light, Lai Dahai frowned.However, at the moment when the tofu skin was bitten, Zi-chili oil burst out.

——The spiciness is locked in the dried tofu.

The spiciness ranges from light to strong, impacting the mouth and overflowing the throat.Lai Dahai's snot and tears flowed out, he turned his head to one side, and coughed earth-shatteringly.

The eldest child timidly stuck out his head from behind the counter, "Grandpa, do you need to pour cold water for the guests?"

Jiang Xingxiu touched his head, "No, I won't be able to take care of it soon."

Yes, Lai Dahai couldn't care less.

He was so spicy that his throat was on fire, and he seemed to have returned to the winter 40 years ago. When he was a child, the barbarians tied him behind the horse and dragged him, saying that he was flying a "human kite".

His bones were stiff with cold.

It was at that time that His Majesty, who was still the lord, beat the barbarians out of Yinshan Mountain for five hundred miles and rescued him.At that time, King Guanglu, who was still a military adviser, made him a bowl of spicy soup.

The soup was very spicy, the best soup he had ever had.From the skin to the bones and blood, from the flesh to the soul, they are all warm.

However, the military adviser is nowhere to be seen now, and the lord is too old to swing his sword.

Lai Dahai lay on the table, crying loudly.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry for you, Your Majesty, I can't find a way to keep you alive, and I can't find King Guanglu either."