Everybody wants to be my leg pendant

In the early morning, Quang Binh City shrouded in mist has gradually become lively.

Although there are some passers-by on the South 23rd Lane in Nancheng, it looks deserted in the whole city.

Maybe it's because the feng shui here is not good.Guangping City is obviously a very lively city, but South 23rd Lane is a secluded corner of this bustling city, and it is rarely visited on weekdays. It is only relatively speaking.

The shopkeepers who opened the shop had already woken up, perhaps because there were no customers, although they were opening the shop, they seemed to be more lazy than the other.

As soon as the gate is opened and the signboard is hung, the people in the store will ignore everything. Some people will be in a daze, some will draw symbols, and some will even sit cross-legged in the store, but no matter what they are doing, they will not reveal it. Show a little bit of wanting to pay attention to others.

But this morning, something was different.

Those who are used to being in a daze are not in a daze, and those who like to draw talismans have no talismans, and those who always sit cross-legged meditate, although they still pose in a posture with five hearts facing the sky, but they don't even close their eyes.All of these people made similar movements in a strange way-raised their heads, raised their noses, and sniffed the air around them suspiciously.

"This... what kind of smell is this... so fragrant..."

Someone was muttering to himself in a low voice.

The scent in the air is like a small hook, floating and sinking hidden in the mist, appearing and disappearing suddenly, hooking their noses with a lingering sweet aroma, It also tickled their hearts, and they unconsciously followed the fragrance to search around.

"Anchor anchor, this casserole duck can't be eaten now!"

"It's coming soon, wait a minute, the soup needs to be stewed enough."

At the source of the fragrance, the instigator Shen Qingyan said tirelessly - he had already answered the same question no less than ten times after the fragrance came out.

The fire was burning steadily on the spiritual stone stove specially designed for him by the platform, and the casserole with the old duck was gurgling on the stove. Knead the dough on the chopping board.

The noodles are good noodles. Only the fullest part of the high-quality wheat is taken, and it is carefully ground and sifted with a stone roller. Just put it there, and it will naturally have a wheat aroma of flour.With the addition of clear mountain spring water and careful mixing, the flour becomes a white and plump dough, with a slight yellow color, just like the color left by autumn wheat.

Over and over again, Shen Qingyan kneaded the ball of dough tirelessly, and the scent of the originally fragrant noodles gradually abated under his hands, as if the aroma of wheat had been completely kneaded into the dough.At the end of the kneading, the dough had changed from rough at first to extremely fine. At this moment, Shen Qingyan pulled up the dough with both hands and shook it into the air!Shake again!

The white and greasy dough "huh" was stretched into a long line in the air, and it was closed again in an instant, and the next moment it was pulled into two by Shen Qingyan.

The ball of dough turned into two, two into four, and the white noodles were flying in the air like a dragon, becoming thinner and more numerous as if by magic. When Shen Qingyan finally stopped, the The handful of noodles fell down with a "wow", like a handful of scattered flowers, and each noodle was only as thick as a strand of hair.

"The duck is almost ready, it's time to go down."

Shen Qingyan said with a smile, he sprinkled some flour on the chopping board, put the noodles in his hands - the audience carefully watched his movements, worried that he would break the noodles when he put it down - then turned around He opened the casserole, smelled the aroma of the soup, picked up the colander and poured out the old duck inside, and raised his hand without hesitation to throw it out.

"—the anchor!"

This action caused a burst of exclamation in the live broadcast room. Shen Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and explained: "The duck is stewed today for this pot of soup, so the duck has been stewed for too long, and the meat is already old and tasteless. If you If you want to eat duck, I will do it alone next time, okay?"

"But, this duck smells delicious too, TAT!"

"It's because of the aroma of the soup, the duck itself is really not tasty..."

Shen Qingyan was explaining, but suddenly paused slightly, because he saw such a barrage from Daofa Hengchang:

"Anchor, please leave this duck behind qvq... The local tyrants can eat the duck noodle soup made by the anchor as super fans, but we, as ordinary fans, can't we eat this duck for stewing soup_( :з"∠)_..."

"Yeah yeah!"

"Just keep the duck!"

"This is not a duck but our hope, anchor QAQ!"

The words of Daofa Hengchang resonated widely in the live broadcast room, Shen Qingyan frowned, he looked at the duck on his spoon, and then at the live broadcast room of Qi Feng Mi Yu, After hesitating for a while, he finally threw the greasy old duck into the trash can.

"This kind of duck is really inedible! It's tasteless!"

He purposely raised his voice, but saying so didn't really help.The audience looked at the duck that was thrown into the trash can, and couldn't help but think of the delicacies that they hadn't eaten in those years. They felt sad for a moment, and Shen Qingyan's live broadcast room immediately became gloomy.

Yu Jinglin: "Woooooooooooooooooooooo anchor!!! How can you be so cruel ahooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!!!"

Bai Bai Bai Bai: "We don't choose anchors! We really don't! I'm satisfied after eating a duck! But you don't even give me a duck!"

Shen Qingyan smiled wryly, and said: "It's not that I don't want you to eat it, but that the duck is really not tasty... I'm making soup today, and I need to replace it with meat like this duck a few times. , the soup that hangs out is delicious enough, the duck itself is really just a material, not for eating at all..."

"Well." He thought for a while and said, "I'll talk to the platform to see if there is a way for everyone to taste the taste of food. Although it is impossible for everyone to taste the food directly like a local tyrant, the taste will definitely There is a difference, but at least it is better than this tasteless old duck."

Saying that, Shen Qingyan lowered his head and skimmed off the thick layer of slick oil on the old duck soup, leaving the clear soup to continue cooking on the fire, and temporarily turned off the live broadcast room to talk to the supervisor system.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the live broadcast room was closed, Shen Qingyan raised his head, but unexpectedly saw a very horrifying scene——

In front of his half-opened window and the open shop door, there were a dozen or twenty cultivators standing there!

One must know that his shop is not big, the front door is extremely small, and the windows are only opened half a crack.And in front of this very small front door and the half-opened window, there were people standing close together, and some who couldn't stand up even flew in mid-air in violation of the rules. When Shen Qingyan raised his head, he saw everyone These people were all looking at him eagerly... or rather, they were looking at the casserole in front of him.

"That... fellow daoist? I don't know what you are doing here?"

A monk in green shirt standing in the front row spoke first.Strangely, he was actually the only one in his row, which was in stark contrast to the other cultivators standing close together. When Shen Qingyan heard the voice and looked at him, he couldn't help but look at him I took a few glances.

This cultivator looked very young. Although he was wearing a green shirt, the green shirt had become crumpled. Not only did it not have the elegant and elegant feeling that the green shirt should give people, but it looked like a ball of crumpled vegetables.His bun is also messy, and he looks very unkempt, but judging from the distance between other people and him, it can be seen that this person is probably a master.

"I'm just cooking some dishes in the kitchen..." Shen Qingyan replied.He thought about it, and felt that what he said was not comprehensive enough, so he pointed to his own shop: "This was originally the ancestral property of the Xue family. I just bought it from Xue Laosan a few days ago and planned to open a shop here. restaurant."

"Oh? Restaurant?" The green-clothed monk's eyes lit up: "I know restaurants! There are quite a few mortal towns that sell food!"

"Yes." Shen Qingyan smiled: "Of course restaurants sell food."

"So you are also a food seller?" the monk in green shirt asked.

Just as Shen Qingyan nodded with doubts, everyone in front of him - not just the monks in green shirts - immediately lit up.

"Everyone heard it! This shop is for food! It's for the smelly things!"

The monks around the restaurant uttered a cry and squeezed into the shop with concerted efforts. Then there was only a "crash" sound, and dozens of feet immediately stepped on the poor new threshold that had just been replaced. Chipped planks!

Shen Qingyan was dumbfounded, and subconsciously hurriedly protected the casserole.

"Don't squeeze! Don't squeeze! I haven't started business yet! The casserole is going to be over-"

"——Not for sale! This pot of soup is not for sale! I made it for myself!!"

"Don't look through it!!! That's a trash can!!! That's what I threw away, don't eat—"

The scene in the shop suddenly became chaotic.

When the live broadcast room was opened again, all the viewers were shocked by what they saw.

I saw that the originally delicate and clean small shop now presented a miserable state like a powerful spell cast on the front.

The threshold of the small shop is gone, the windows are gone, and only one and a half of the six decorative lanterns hanging high are left. The barrels were all shattered into pieces.

violets01: "...What the hell is going on here! Anchor, are you not injured?! What happened here??"

Si Liao: "Did this place be robbed suddenly... No, did someone fight here? Why did a good restaurant turn into ruins..."

Ivy: "Anchor, did you secretly renovate while we were away? It's just that I don't quite understand your aesthetics... Is this the legendary ruined beauty?"

Zi Shuci: "What a beautiful ruin! It's just a ruin at all! Anchor, tell the truth, did the casserole you cook just now blow up?"

Shen Qingyan sat helplessly in the ruins. After seeing these barrages, he forced his lips to curl up, revealing a bitter smile.

"No, it's not that the casserole was fried. In fact, I protected the casserole well for you..."

He paused suddenly, and said in a very sad tone: "But I couldn't keep the whole pot of soup in the end...the only thing left in the end is..."

"There's only this." Shen Qingyan did not continue.

He stood up and walked to the only remaining intact table, opened the covered porcelain bowl on the table, revealing a bowl of noodles hidden under it.

——Yes, there is only one bowl of noodles.

It was a fine porcelain bowl with a large mouth and a shallow bottom, in which a shallow layer of noodles as thin as a hair was beautifully balled up.The noodles are white and raw, most of them are soaked in the golden and fragrant old duck soup, sprinkled with green shallots on top, the smell makes the index finger move.

The audience stared blankly at the bowl of noodles. Just by looking at and smelling the aroma, they could almost imagine how delicious the noodles would be when they entered the mouth.However, this cannot conceal the fact that there was only a small bowl of duck soup and a large handful of noodles left in the end!

"Master... anchor... where is our face QAQ..."

"That's right... anchor TAT... where's our soup..."

That's an old soup stewed in a whole casserole until the duck meat tasteless, and that's the hair-thin noodles made by Shen Qingyan after kneading and pulling for a long time!Obviously the soup was not ready yet, and the noodles shouldn’t have been cooked at that time. They have been waiting hard for the final deliciousness. Why did they wait until the end and only waited for this bowl of semi-finished products? noodle? !

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have opened the door and window. I really never thought that just cooking soup would attract so many people..."

While speaking, Shen Qingyan couldn't help feeling very sad.

After all, he is just a foundation cultivator. Even if he is able to turn over one or two shopkeepers alone, how can he resist the siege of so many monks of all colors when facing a far greater number of enemies?

If he wasn't the one who cooks, Shen Qingyan might not be able to keep even this bowl of noodles!

Looking at the lonely bowl of noodles on the table, looking at the small shop that seemed to have been devastated by a storm, looking at the sad and helpless anchor... The audience watched and suddenly burst into tears with a "wow".

"Liars! Everyone in this city is a bunch of liars!"

"Didn't you say that the south of the city is quiet?! Didn't you say that the cultivators are pure-hearted??? Why does this happen!!"

"You guys who eat and run away... Give me back the noodles! Give me back the old soup!! Give me back the threshold!!!"

The author has something to say: I woke up at [-] o'clock in the middle of the night and cried QAQ...

This chapter should actually be yesterday's update, but because I got up late, it became today's OTZ...

I try to adjust my schedule TAT!My routine has been weird again since I got sick...

Thanks to Madman Unreliable and Luo Luo for their nutrient solution!I also received the favor you gave me today? (?'ω'?)??!