The male ticket is the lighthouse jellyfish [Live]

Du Fengchang's eyebrows are clear and handsome, and he belongs to the handsome type. If you choose one in case, but the old man is one in a million, his light is completely blocked when he is with the old man, and he is inconspicuous everywhere.

In fact, Du Feng's appearance alone can be a small Internet celebrity and the like.

He was about to turn around and leave when the flower shook suddenly and slowly opened its petals, which still contained the things in the grandfather's video.

The yellow-brown unidentified object, stuck to the flower core, looks disgusting, smells foul, and is very real.

"Ouch..." Du Feng was about to vomit again immediately.

"Don't spit." The old man remained calm, "You will scare him like this."

"...Did I scare him?" Du Feng had an ugly expression on his face, "Who scares whom?"

The old man made a hush gesture, took his hand, and put it into the flower core. Du Feng didn't dare to watch the whole process. Although he didn't see it, the tactile sensation of touching something greasy was very obvious.

"Let go... um..."

Du Feng's mouth was covered by the grandfather, and the other hand was still holding his mouth firmly, pulling him to move deeper until he touched a piece of dry stuff.

It's like powder, and it's a bit like sand. It's a little sticky to your hands. When you take it out, one hand is covered with that kind of white powder, which is exactly the same as in the grandfather's video.

"So you didn't lie to me." When I took it out, I had nothing but powder in my hand.

"So you thought I was lying to you?" The old man was a little sad.

Du Feng glanced at him, "Who told you that you always tell the truth."

The old man sighed, "You don't know me too well, no matter how bad I am, I can't lie to you with food."

Du Feng didn't speak, clapped the powder on his hands and went ashore to find the ladder tree.

The ladder tree is very big, it seems very close, but in fact it is very far away. Du Feng walked for a long time, passed through many jungles, and even climbed trees. The big tree stumps were taller than each other. Almost stepped on the air, fell down and was caught by the old man.

"You're screwed if I'm not here."

The old man picked him up proudly, and drew a white cloud, like cotton, and threw him on it.

Du Feng patted, "It's softer than our quilt."

The two of them slept under the brocade cloud quilt. During the day, the work of the saint was like a cloud, but it was actually a little different from a cloud. After all, it was a quilt, not air.

Du Feng stood up, half of his leg was hidden in the cloud, so soft that he couldn't step on the object.

"Be careful not to fall." The old man lay on his side on the white cloud, patting the empty space beside him, "Come and lie down, the ladder tree is taller, it will be a year of the monkey when you climb up by yourself."

Du Feng imitated the old grandfather and lay down on the cloud, but after a while he felt uncomfortable and turned over on the ground, facing the cloud.

"How long will it take to arrive?"

"It'll be there in half an hour." The old man sat up, moved a coffee table leisurely, and boiled water on the incense burner to make tea.

Du Feng also sat down, "Make me a cup too."

The old man corrected him, "It's about making tea, not brewing it."

Du Feng didn't understand at all, "What's the difference?"

"One is for soaking, the other is for boiling. The boiled one needs to be added with other seasonings." The grandfather put a few unknown leaves in, and added a little milk after a while, "Like this."

Du Feng had a slightly disgusted expression on his face, "Is this still drinkable?"

"You don't understand this, we all drank like this at that time."

Long, long, long ago, in the era of my grandfather, about 10 years ago, the monks at that time were in a hurry, running for their livelihood every day, and there was very little time for drinking tea. Only a few rich monks could set a table to make tea , Feast the Quartet.

The old man was lucky enough to be there once, "That's how they all do it."

"What's a leaf?" Du Feng picked up a leaf with a teacup clip.

"Call the Drunken Shenmu."

"Mint leaves?" It looks like mint leaves.

Grandpa: "..."

"Thousands of years are called Drunken Shenmu."

"Isn't that a mint leaf?" (⁠"⁄)

The ancients just made it, mint leaves are just mint leaves, and there is also a kind of drunken god tree.

The old man gave him a blank look, "playing the piano to the cow."

Du Feng really couldn't appreciate it, so he took a sip and poured it out.

"Oh!" A voice suddenly sounded, "I'm burnt to death!"

Du Feng was taken aback, "Who?"

The old man pointed at Du Feng's feet, "You burned the cloud, there is a hole there."

Du Feng lay on the ground and stared at it, "There is really a hole."

You can see the bottom at a glance, "Did that voice just now belong to Mr. Yun?"

"No, it's the ladder wood under Mr. Yun." The old man took a sip of strong tea, "The cloud and the ladder wood are one piece. If you burn the cloud, the ladder wood will hurt."

Du Feng was a little guilty, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yuntimu, I didn't know just now, didn't you burn yourself?"

No one responded, as if the voice just now was a hallucination.

"He probably doesn't want to talk to you." The old man put away the coffee table and took his hand down, "Now you have to hold me tight, or you will be thrown off by the ladder wood."

Du Feng: "..."

Considering that he just offended Yuntimu, it's better to be on the safe side.

The two stand on the ladder wood, looking down from a high place, they can see the whole small world clearly and at a glance.

The ladder wood is really high, the creatures underneath look as small as ants, and the buildings are like simulated toys, you can play with them at will.

The old man pointed to a lake, "You are right there, I can see it from here."

Du Feng looked over, his eyes were not near-sighted, but from such a distance, it looked blurry like a blue dot with a green dot next to it.

Du Feng: "..."

The blue dots are lakes, and the green dots are sword arrays.

"You are only as big as a sesame seed." The old man made a gesture the size of a sesame seed, "You have to look carefully to see what you are doing."

Du Feng: "..."

"I often see you pick your feet."

Du Feng: "..."

"Then put it under your nose and smell it."

Du Feng: "..."

"I'm afraid that you will be smelly by myself, so I usually run to wipe your body when you fall asleep."

Du Feng: "..."

"Speaking of which, why do you keep putting your hands in your pants?"

Du Feng: "..."

"It looks pretty obscene."

Du Feng: "..."

The old man knew too much. If he couldn't beat him, he should kill him at this time.

The old man rubbed his head, "It's all over."

As if hit.

_(:з)」∠)_

"By the way." The old man seemed to think of something, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Du Feng thought for a while, "I want to eat something with soup, but the one at noon is too greasy."

The watermelon was too cold after dinner. Fortunately, he was smart, so he took it out early and melted it before eating.

The old man nodded, "Will you make a small wonton?"

There are many small wontons in Shaxian snacks. Du Feng has eaten them many times, but most of them feel unhygienic. If you put the dough under the light, you will find many black spots.

In fact, the small wontons are quite delicious, but they are not delicious because they are eaten in the wrong way. The small wontons are very bland because you have to add seasoning yourself, put some vinegar, green onions, millet peppers, garlic, and coriander. It is so delicious.

The old man took him down, rolled out the dough himself, made a thin sheet of large ones, and then cut them into small ones.

Du Feng was chopping meat. He chopped it with two knives for a long time and then put it in a small meat grinder to grind it. It costs 40 yuan manually.

Eggs and starch are added in it, the starch is added to make it chewy, and the soup with boiled spices is added, mainly to remove the flavor, except that the bone is probably cinnamon and star anise, it doesn’t matter if you don’t add anything else, after all, the seasoning is more expensive than the meat.

Grandpa’s Xiaotiandi has conditions, adding a lot of spices, and the boiled bone broth is fragrant and thick. The water is white, and the meat is washed once. Because it is too hot, the surface layer has been slightly solidified.

The old man asked him to stir it up a few more times. In fact, Du Feng really wanted to ask the old man if he would do it. The way he did it was very different from others.

It's very late now, in the dead of night, and everyone basically went to sleep, only the light in their cabin was still on, and they were tossing around in it.

It took a long time to stir up the trap, and the old man's skin was also ready. It was thin and transparent, and it looked better than the ones sold outside.

The old man turned on the lamp, and then sat under the window in the moonlight, carefully covering the trap.

He packs very slowly, returning one from time to time, then picks it up, blows it, and puts it back again.

Du Feng: "..."

"You eat this yourself, I don't want to eat it." He pressed the chopsticks on the mark, and prepared to fish it out for the old man later.

"Yeah." The old man nodded, "I'll eat it myself."

The light is slightly yellow, and the moonlight is silvery white. When it shines on the grandfather's face, his facial features are more refined. His skin is like water. It seems that he can see from one side to the other side, full of transparency.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" The old man continued making wontons without looking up.

In fact, the old man's hands are very clumsy, and he dropped several of them in a short time, and the wrappers were very ugly. It's a pity that he rolled out such a good dough.

"It's so stupid." Du Feng couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed it and wrapped it himself. He had seen many shops in the human world who swished and finished the package quickly and efficiently.

Du Feng learned a little bit but failed, but he made the bag faster than the old man. After a while, he had accumulated a large bowl, "It can be cooked."

The old man looked at him with his chin propped up, "I can't see that you are quite talented."

"You can't see much." Du Feng urged him to hurry up.

The old man was also unambiguous, took the bowl and went down.

The wontons are very thin, so they are very fast, but Du Feng likes to eat the ones that have been boiled for a long time, and the dough will become mushy.

The old man picked up a bowl and put some seasoning on it. The color looks very nice.

Du Feng took a sip, it was the taste in his memory, he could eat it in the middle of the night, it was not bad, he was very satisfied.

The old man sat across from him, "Is it delicious?"

"Reluctantly." Du Feng gave a moderate comment, and he couldn't make the old man too frightened.

"Oh, then I won't do it next time." (⌒v⌒)

Du Feng: "..."