I open the underworld canteen to continue my life

The practice of spicy pot is actually quite simple.

Boil a pot of boiling water, boil most of the ingredients and set aside for later use, then set up another oil pan, pour in a piece of hot pot bottom material and stir-fry.

Today, for this pot of spicy hot pot, the last bit of hot pot base that my second aunt sent was gloriously exhausted.

The butter bottom material is melted in the pot, and the overbearing aroma wafts out, then add dried chili, pepper, cinnamon, scallions and other spices, throw a few rock sugar to enhance the freshness, stir fry evenly, pour in the ingredients and stir well, and serve It's ready to cook.

The portion of ingredients today is a bit big, so Si Nanxing divided them into categories. Seafood prawns, small abalones, fish tofu, crab sticks, etc. are full to fill a large plate, and large meats such as chicken, beef, mutton, and duck are also full. There was also a plate of professional chicken offal, duck intestines, enoki mushrooms, baby vegetables, etc. Zhu Youjun brought a portion in one hand, and Si Nanxing was about to help serve the rest, and the strong branches quickly put it on the plate. The third set was also firmly held up.

Si Nanxing couldn't help giving a thumbs up: "It's too practical, Mr. Zhuyou, wait a minute, you can carry so much, I'll serve the rice, you can also carry it out together."

Zhu Youjun paused, and nodded slowly.

In the eyes of everyone looking forward to, Zhu Youjun held a large plate of incense pots in each hand, the branches above his head held a plate, and the branches around his body each held a bowl of rice. His eyes were firm, and he walked out calmly. .

Li Miao was stunned for a long while, then put her hands together and bowed reverently: "Ah, it's Avalokitesvara with Thousand Hands."

"Hahaha!" Wu Shanjun couldn't bear it anymore, he patted the table and laughed wildly, "No, no, no, this is more like a peacock in a pot!"

The air was filled with joy, Henry Zhang looked around blankly, and asked Si Nantian in a low voice: "Wouldn't the great people in the underworld be angry if they were joked like this?"

Si Nantian had already picked up his chopsticks and was ready to go. He patted Zhang Xuanding on the shoulder as if he had come here: "It's okay, my brother is here."

"Compared to this, you should be more worried that you won't be able to grab any food for a while."

After all, this is not a set meal, this is the moment of competition for all hands-on speed!

Zhu Youjun didn't change his face, he put the incense pot on the table, and gave each of them a big bowl of white rice, it seemed that he didn't intend to argue with them.

Then when the surroundings rushed to stretch out the chopsticks, Li Miao and Wu Shanjun looked at the scene of their wrists holding the chopsticks being firmly pressed against the table, and wailed in grief and indignation.

Li Miao: "Mr. Zhuyou—I was wrong! I was really wrong! My chicken! Stop, don't pinch my chicken, it's my chicken!"

Wu Shanjun showed a ruthless face, and took the chopsticks in his hand with difficulty with his left hand: "Do you think I can't eat like this? I won't admit defeat!"

Lord Zhuyou Shi Shiran sat down, Zhizhi had already helped him grab the food to eat, and was picking up the chopsticks, watching them scrambling slowly.

Si Nanxing poked his head from behind, and said jokingly, "Okay, let them eat."

Only then did Lord Zhuyou break their restraint.

It was probably the first time Henry Zhang ate at the same table with non-human beings. In the stormy battle around him, he hugged his bowl in fear like a boat in a daze.

"Ahem." Si Nanxing stood behind him and cleared his throat. Everyone paused when they lowered their chopsticks. Si Nanxing gave Henry Zhang a wink, "Pick a little first."

He glanced at the group of famous adults in the Three Realms around him: "People who have lived for thousands of years don't know how to make children."

The non-condescending non-humans stared at Henry Zhang's trembling movements. He squeezed a little bit with difficulty, then sat down quickly, and thanked Si Nanxing: "Enough is enough, thank you little boss!"

In an instant, the flames of war were rekindled, and the battle at the dinner table began again.

Si Nanxing looked at him lovingly: "A friend of our Xiaotian? At the same level? In the same major? Are you Taoist priests still in college?"

"Ah, they are at the same level, not the same major." Zhang Xuanding replied very respectfully, "I majored in cultural industry management, and my dad told me to study hard, and I will inherit the Taoist temple when I go home in the future, so that our Xuan'an temple will become more popular. It's booming."

While picking up the vegetables, Si Nantian turned his head in shock: "Huh? You majored in cultural industry management? I thought you majored in philosophy..."

It was not the first time Zhang Xuanding encountered this kind of problem. He smiled embarrassedly, lowered his head to pick up the rice, and took the first bite. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he turned to look at Si Nanxing.

Si Nanxing was stunned by him: "What's the matter? You're not allergic to anything, are you?"

Henry Zhang shook his head slowly: "No."

He looked at Si Nanxing with complicated eyes, "I just didn't expect that you are really an uncovered water tank, and you can even radiate merit when cooking...and this incense pot is really delicious."

The salty aroma is moderate, and the aroma is tangy. A mouthful of white rice is a mouthful of rice in a pot. Stimulated by the hot red oil, it can stimulate a stronger appetite than usual.

Zhang Xuanding looked at the incense pot in the center of the table. At this moment, he no longer had any big figures from the three realms and polite humility in his eyes. He quickly integrated into the group of regular customers and actively joined the battle for food.

……

When Zhang Xuanding left the small courtyard, he was still carrying a small can of preserved peony fruit presented by Si Nanxing, smiling brightly and sincerely.Fortunately, I didn't be lazy and handed over this job to Jiang Yuanjing, otherwise it would be a big loss.

He didn't go back to school with Si Nantian either, so he bid farewell to him in front of the small courtyard. He planned to go back to the Taoist temple and ask Si Nanxing about his uncle who was curious.

Inside Xuan'an Temple.

This Taoist temple is not very famous in the world, and the incense is not very strong, but because of the beautiful scenery and the good-looking Taoist priests, tourists often come to ask for group photos, or borrow the scenery to take pictures.

But in another world unknown to ordinary people, here is the mainstay against demons in the human world, the famous Xuan'an Temple.

Zhang Xuanding walked all the way into the temple, and occasionally someone greeted him, some called "Master Uncle", some called "Young Temple Lord", it seems that his seniority here is not low.

He hurriedly dealt with it and went directly to his father's room.

Meaningfully knocking on the door, he pushed the door open and walked in. The current master of Xuan'an Temple immediately closed the scriptures in his hands, turned his head and looked disgusted: "The steps are fast, the breathing is frivolous, what's going on, he looks upset and irritable."

Henry Zhang ruthlessly pierced him: "Are you reading comics in the book folder again?"

"Tsk." The master rolled his eyes, but did not deny it.

"Just look at it, pretending." Henry Zhang sat down in front of him with a serious expression, "I have finished what my uncle asked me to do."

"Well, how is it?" The temple master stroked his beard, just looking at his appearance, he looked a bit of a master, "Jiang Yuanjing seems to have met that predestined person last time, and he said that he is so tall." Is his merit really that exaggerated?"

"It's even more exaggerated than that." Henry Zhang looked serious, "Jiang Yuanjing hasn't seen Master Uncle, but I have."

The temple master nodded, showing a little understanding: "I have seen it too, your master uncle is the real monstrous merit, and ordinary people naturally don't..."

"No." Henry Zhang interrupted him mercilessly, "His merit is more than that of his uncle."

"It's still big."

"It's still bright."

The temple master stared at him for a while, then bent one leg in a sitting position, and said in a self-defeating manner: "Really, what's the matter?"

"Why don't you ask others if they would like to inherit our Taoist temple for you?"

"It's not rare for people." Zhang Xuanding muttered, talking about business, "They asked Uncle Shi, Dad, do you know what Uncle Shi's real name is?"

The temple master frowned: "Why are you asking this?"

"Your uncle is special. His word 'Heavenly Questions' was bestowed by our patriarch in a dream. His mundane name has long been cut off..."

"Don't just say these are useless." Henry Zhang asked bluntly, "Just say you know."

The viewer stared at him for a while, then muttered: "It's not that I don't know."

"But this has always been a secret passed down from generation to generation by Guanzhu..."

"That's not going to tell me sooner or later." Henry Zhang said confidently, "Hurry up, you should tell me in advance."

The viewer was still hesitating, Henry Zhang couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "I am now higher than you in the Three Realms Committee, what else can you know that I can't know?"

"Hey!" The temple master's temper also came up, "Nizi!"

"Isn't talent so great! Anyway, I can't teach you anymore, anyway, I have to give you something when the time passes!"

"Originally there was the Wanjun Sword, which was given away by your uncle."

"Anyway, there are still ancestral secrets, and as a result, you need to know now."

"Then I'll pass something on to you then! I'll order you a crown!"

Henry Zhang said sincerely: "You can keep pace with the times, a car, a house, or just give money."

"Nizi!" The temple master held his heart in pain, "I really hate that I have no power, I should drive you out of the sect with the whole second child!"

"Okay." Henry Zhang decided not to argue with him, "Are you going to say it or not? The uncle has said it and let us try our best to cooperate."

The temple master hesitated for a moment, but finally stood up shaking his head: "Forget it, what your uncle said always makes sense. For so many years, we have listened to your uncle, and this has continued to this day."

Henry Zhang nodded: "I said that Uncle Shi has already cultivated into a Sanxian, but you still don't admit it."

"Some things are known to be known and cannot be broken. This is called a secret." The master of the temple was still stubborn, and he took Zhang Xuanding to the side hall of the Taoist temple, where there was a roster of all the disciples from ancient times to the present, and their real names and Taoist names were recorded. In the register, just like the general genealogy, it is arranged all the way according to the year.

Zhang Xuanding stretched his neck to see where his father found out the name of the uncle, so he could know how old the uncle was, but he didn't expect to remove a piece of wood from the hidden compartment under the table and took out a A small box made of white jade.

Henry Zhang was dumbfounded: "Is there a hidden space? How come I never knew?"

The temple master snorted triumphantly: "If you know everything, I'll let you be the temple master!"

Holding the box, he solemnly confessed before opening it, "We are the masters of the temple. The first rule passed down from generation to generation is not to read the name on it. Remember it, you can only read it, not read it."

Henry Zhang couldn't hold back his curiosity: "What will happen if you read it?"

"I don't know." The master said honestly, "I didn't dare to die. If you miss it, just think about it..."

"Your dad can't have a second child anymore, so stop messing around."

Henry Zhang: "..."

The temple master took a deep breath and carefully opened the jade box. Inside was a white jade seal. When he turned it over, there were four words engraved on the bottom.

In order to study ancient books, Zhang Xuanding learned a lot of fonts, this is a line of small seal script: "Jiang..."

The temple master quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

Zhang Xuanding just read it in his heart-Jiang Lanchen seal, the name written on it is "Jiang Lanchen", which should be the name of his uncle.

The temple master dared not speak out, and whispered: "I don't know why they are curious about this, but you have to remember, don't read it out, especially not in front of your uncle."

Henry Zhang was stunned, not understanding the reason for this, but he still did not forget Si Nanxing's entrustment, and took out his mobile phone to take a photo of the seal.

The viewer was shocked: "What are you doing!"

Zhang Xuanding took a step back, and while sending the picture to Si Nanxing, he walked outside the house: "Take a picture, didn't the patriarch say that you are not allowed to take pictures? It's fine if you don't say it. I'm leaving, I'm going back , I can’t get into the dormitory too late.”

The temple master murmured: "It seems that I never said..."

Then he quickly reacted, "How could there be a camera at that time! How could it be possible to say that you are not allowed to take pictures! Nizi!"

Zhang Xuanding flew in a can of preserved fruit, and the temple master muttered, "Why is it still half-opened, cheapskate", and tasted a piece cherishingly.

"Nizi—Leave a link to the preserved fruit!"

The author has something to say: Pluto = Emperor Fengdu, he is the younger brother of the little boss, not the Emperor of Heaven!