[Comprehensive] Supernatural Honmaru Experience Records

There was a disturbance in a small corner of the festival, and it was dealt with immediately, so it did not affect the interest of the tourists.

Kagura came out of the pet shop in the first day of junior high school holding the little yellow chicken in his hand carefully, with the little yellow chicken hairpin donated by the store on his head, Yuan Boya followed with a dark face, and on his head... there was also a hairpin .

"Seimei said he's nearby." Kagura stuffed the little yellow chicken into her collar, warming the chicken's yellow down with her body. She raised her head and looked around. When she saw a store, her eyes widened Instantly lit up, "There they are!"

On the other side, in the lucky snail noodle shop, Babai Kuni also saw Kagura. She covered her face and smiled slightly, watching Kagura running towards her position.

Seimei sat with his back to the door and opposite the eight hundred bhikkuni. He turned his head, just in time to see Minamoto Hiroya slowly following Kagura into the room.

The room is hot, and steam is coming out. At the same time, there is also the heat and smell of food, with a slightly spicy stimulation and... some kind of strange smell.

Yuan Boya frowned slightly, "What is this for?"

Qingming opened the fan and fanned it rhythmically, "It's some kind of Chinese cuisine. China has a vast land and abundant resources, and there are many delicacies that we have never experienced before."

Babai Khuni crossed her hands and supported her head, "For example, this kind of soup noodle... the name should be a kind of soup noodle." She pointed to the three characters "snail noodle" on the signboard and continued.

"The essence of this kind of rice noodles lies in the 'stew'. A good stew needs to be boiled continuously for many years. The more boiled, the more fragrant it becomes, and it is priceless."

Qingming nodded in agreement, "It can be said that a pot of good stew is enough to support a time-honored restaurant."

As soon as the words fell, the shop reverberated.

The young stall owner deliberately put down the bowl, clapped his hands and then picked up the bowl and brought it over.

"You guys are so knowledgeable... This pot of stew has been passed down from my father to me, and it has been boiled for 23 years."

Kagura whispered "Wow..." for a moment.

"Come on, let's see if my snail powder is authentic or not."

Under Yuan Boya's horrified gaze, the stall owner brought up two bowls of soup powder whose smell had already turned into green smoke.

"Don't you think that this smell is a bit too much?"

Qingming was very indifferent, "Who says no, but maybe this is the charm." He sucked the soup powder with a strong smell into his mouth, and was immediately choked by the smell, but he managed to swallow it down.

"Chinese cuisine is really extensive and profound."

Eight Hundred Bikuni picked out rice noodles, and then leaned in front of Yuan Boya and Kagura, "Do you want to try it? I don't mind."

Yuan Boya quickly leaned back, and grabbed the neck of Kagura who was eager to try, "No, we don't mind."

"You know, other people go out as soon as they come in and smell the smell." The stall owner was moved to tears, "It's still an onmyoji who is educated and knows how to appreciate it!"

Yuan Boya twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling that he was about to suffocate, he pulled Kagura with his last strength and left the shop as if to escape.

Eight Hundred Bhikkuni brows with a teasing smile, "Yes, not everyone can stand this kind of food."

The stall owner sighed helplessly, but still shook his head and said, "It's okay, when I was making stinky tofu, I saw a lot of eyes like this—"

Qingming turned around, "Before you? Stinky tofu?"

"Yes, I used to sell stinky tofu, but recently I switched to making snail noodles."

Eight hundred bhikkuni put down his chopsticks, "Then this marinade is..."

"Oh, it's stinky tofu soup that has been boiled for 23 years, so I just used it."

"Any questions?"

Seimei and Babaichuni looked at each other, and then both saw deep despair in each other's eyes.

"No, sorry to bother you."

………………

"Sir, do you want to see the house?"

Shuten-douji turned around suspiciously, only to realize that he was not calling himself.

"Sir, we are calm about real estate. This is our newly built sea view house. Do you want to invest? We have a free bus to see the house?"

A stall owner in a suit stopped Ebisu who was passing by.

"Why didn't he stop me just now?" Shuten-douji raised his eyebrows, "Does he know my identity?"

"Probably because this humble human being dare not touch such a deterrent close friend." Ibaraki Doji glanced behind him, and then looked at Shuten with eager eyes, "Don't pay attention to these, maybe there will be more novel things ahead -"

Ibaraki Doji pointed to a shop in front of him, and Shuten followed his gaze, "Origin Photo Studio, half price for intimate photos taken by couples during the festival... What is this for—hey, wait!"

Immediately afterwards, he was pulled in by Ibaraki Doji.

Just as Yukino was about to follow in, Ibaraki slammed the door shut before she entered.

Snow Maiden who was rejected: ...

Forget it, I can't afford to be provoked.

Xue Nu turned her head with a sneer, and floated to the nearest stall, "Come here for something to eat, anything."

"Okay, okay, don't rush me." The pancake and fruit stall owner wiped his sweat, then punctured the dough with a shovel, and the crispy inside leaked out, Xue Nu raised her eyebrows.

"Are you a temporary worker hired by the festival?"

"No, don't look at me, just wait and eat!" The unskilled pancake and fruit stall owner turned the cake over and spread it into a strange shape, watching Xue Nu looking at her, which made her very nervous.

"Say, don't look at me, I'm just not skilled in business, I'm really not a spy sent by the GOC!"

Xuenv: ... seems to know something important.

Sure enough, there wasn't a single normal food stall here...

"Yes, yes! Really yes..."

Qingming and Babaichuni were stunned, and a lot of mooncakes were stuffed into their arms.

"This is left over from the Mid-Autumn Festival this year. Originally, the company planned to sell it to Moon Rabbit. Unexpectedly, they were beaten down as soon as they opened their mouths—who knew that the mooncakes they ate on the moon for hundreds of years had already turned black." Seeing mooncakes is enough to kill me!"

The stall owner was lying on the ground, holding Qingming's pants and weeping, "Save the old farmer! I am the only one who went to the moon and came back alive - the boss will be angry if I didn't sell the mooncakes."

To some extent, it feels like the boss is more scary.

In the end, Qingming rounded up all the mooncakes. After doing the math, if they were given to the broom gods in Yinyang Liao, one shikigami would be just right.

But if you count the large group of heavenly evil ghosts, it's not enough, just thirty of them are missing.

So, where are the thirty mooncakes?

"Kamisama! Come on, turn around and open your mouth!"

As soon as he turned his head, a big mouthful of mooncake was stuffed into his mouth, which made him choke a bit in a hurry, but he still swallowed the sweetness in his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, a little witch standing on the other side of him poked him, and then gave him another big mouthful of fried noodles.

Fengshen, who was suddenly fed, touched his mouth, moved and felt a little helpless, "You guys go shopping, I really..."

"It's really fighting."

Yimulian pointed to the dark soil spider on the opposite side. It just so happened that a soil spider rushed over and crashed into Yimulian's Fengdun, and even rebounded a critical blow.

"See, I... am really fighting."

When speaking, Fengshen was inexplicably guilty.After all, he is a god who focuses on defense, and this is already the maximum force of his attack.

Next to Fengshen, the drug seller stood quietly. Momo saw that Yimulian was crowded with little witches, so she had no choice but to stay beside the drug seller. At this time, she tugged at the corner of the drug seller's clothes.

"Did you...see sleep?" She asked, and then raised the mooncakes given to her by the stall owner, "Do you want to try it? Or are you going to look at the house with them?"

Not far away, the lord of Arakawa, Ebisu, had already boarded the stall owner's bus and was about to go to the beach to look at the house.

Withdrawing his gaze, the drug seller looked at the small hand raised high by the little witch, his unwavering eyes softened a bit at this time, he patted Momo's head, and then walked to the side of Yimulian.

"Let me come... Lord Fengshen."

Seeing this mysterious man who seemed to be an attacker say this, Fengshen was overjoyed. With his help, he believed that he would soon be able to bring these little witches who had been with him in the cold wind back to the shrine.

Fengshen frowned, and quickly swallowed the snail powder that the little witch just fed him, and then handed the Poshi Yuhun in his arms to the drug seller.

"No need." The drug seller waved his hand, and then he stood in front of Yimulian, raised his hand and launched a general attack at the soil spider in front of him.

On the opposite side, a white three-digit number appeared on the soil spider's head...just a little higher than Fengshen's basic attack just now.

A little bit.

Fengshen: ...

"...Give it to me." The drug seller took Poshi Yuhun from Fengshen, as if nothing had happened.

"I'm not good at... fighting."

After a while, a cold explanation came, but Yimulian heard embarrassment from it.

He looked at the yellow numbers that hadn't increased much on the soil spider's head, and nodded in understanding.

It is estimated that this evening... will be here.

………………

"So, Kagura, you have to remember that Chinese cuisine like this can be eaten with confidence."

Yuan Boya picked up a chopstick and said to Kagura, and the owner of this restaurant called "Ginkaku Noodle House" obviously agreed very much.

"Of course dude, we're an internet celebrity noodle shop, internet celebrities! Do you know what I mean?"

Yuan Boya leaned on the back of the chair, picked up the teacup on the table casually, "Let's hear it?"

"Our chow mein has fillings! We will give injections to the noodles and then inject the fillings into it—for example, little girl, your bowl is strawberry-flavored."

Yuan Boya turned her head to look at Kagura, her mouth was full of noodles, and then nodded vigorously at Yuan Boya.

Seeing Kagura's appearance, Yuan Boya burst out laughing, and now, he imitated Kagura's appearance and stuffed fried noodles into his mouth without hesitation.

But the taste of this bowl of noodles is so familiar, did you really get scared by the snail noodles just now?

not far away--

"The stuffing is not enough, forget it, go to the snail noodles next door and borrow a bowl of marinade... No, two bowls!"

A team of little witches just came and bought out all his fried noodles with chocolate strawberry flavor, blueberry flavor and cheese flavor... The owner turned his head and looked at Yuan Boya who was eating.

Hmm, it looks like the old brine next door is still available.

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Pets in the first grade of junior high school - the first grade of junior high school

Origin Photo Stickers - Between Origins

Xiaosu Pancake Fruit——Yan Xiaosu

Silver Horn Noodle House - lss'' Silver Horn

Xihai Fish Mooncake - Xihai Fish with Wings

Ding Ding real estate - Ding Ding can't

Lucky snail noodles - lucky slide out of the alphabet

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I have a bunch of angels that live in my comment section, literally.

When I read the long comment, I can say that I really cried... This is the meaning of my code words.

Parents are very disapproving of writing essays, so I set the alarm clock at 5 o'clock every day and go to the park to code under the tree. Sitting on the side is Taiji Master, and on the right is the violent aunt.

I can only read the comments over and over again to find my way back.

With your support, all difficulties are no longer difficult.

I'm not alone, I'm with you...

I took screenshots of all the comments, and showed off to other writers over and over again, saying that I have the best readers in the world, and they really envied me.

You are my capital to show off——

You are my pride.

PS: You can really ask other wives you know if they have been shown off with screenshots of the comment area by a writer named Yinxing Haitang... There are quite a few, but they may have been blocked QAQ