The ancestral precepts have been passed down from generation to generation, and naturally there is a reason for it. If you want to survive in this mountain, you’d better keep in mind the experience gained in exchange for blood, and don’t go against it easily. The price is not something everyone can afford.

Ye Congwen is the weakest existence of the Huaye and Leaf races, and he is also the least courageous. Naturally, he will not risk his own life. His life is gone. What's the use of giving you ten copies of five-color ginseng?

Seeing the sky getting darker and darker, Ye Congwen rowed back quickly in a small boat. Today was another busy day, and there were only three or four catties of ordinary yam in the basket. It can save time for cooking.

A loner like him with limited cooking skills can naturally keep it simple, and this kind of wild yam tastes soft, glutinous and sweet, much tastier than rice.

Ye Congwen returned home before dark. He wanted to continue cooking chicken soup, but when he opened the cupboard, he found that there was only the last half of two-color ginseng left. It only weighs about two catties, but Ye Congwen was afraid that it would rot after a long time, so he dried it and hid it in the cabinet. It was as hard as a piece of wood, and it looked very ugly.

I cut half of the two-color ginseng, mixed it with two catties of beef tendons, and a catty of yams and stewed a pot of soup casually. I was busy all day long, but I didn't dig up any precious medicinal materials. Although I was not discouraged, my limbs were weak and I really didn't want to slaughter it again. Pluck the chicken and clean the internal organs.

After taking a bath, I lay on the mat, waiting for the soup, flipping through the funeral scriptures, occasionally memorizing a paragraph or two, hoping that one day I would need it.

Boom boom boom! A hasty knock on the door woke Ye Congwen up from his sleep, and he hurriedly asked:

"Who is it?"

"Brother Congwen, it's me, haven't you slept yet?"

Ye Congwen knew it was Mu Bean Sprout when she heard the sound. Except for her, few people in Tieta Village visited her house. Recently, I have been busy using two-color ginseng stewed chicken to improve my physique, and I haven't seen her for more than ten days.

"The door is not bolted, just come in, when did you become so polite?"

Seeing wooden bean sprouts walking in with a bowl of cold braised beef tendon with a smile, seeing Ye Congwen lying on the bamboo chair and reading the funeral scriptures, he curled his lips and complained unhappily:

"Why are you reading ghost books at night?"

"Little girl, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand the film. This is a very useful book. I recently made a small fortune by relying on this book. Maybe I can make a big fortune in a few days!"

Ye Congwen didn't hide anything from Moutan Sprouts, on the contrary, he was eager to reveal his secrets. Since Ye Congwen's parents died one after another when he was eight years old, Moutan Sprouts came to chat with him every three days to relieve his boredom.

The two often exchanged secrets, but never mentioned them to outsiders. Generally speaking, although Mudou Sprout sometimes spoke upside down, when it came to keeping secrets, they were still tight-lipped.

"Who are you kidding? Isn't this a book that teaches people how to dig graves? Could it be that gold ingots were dug out of the graves?

Don't just lie there, I made you a big bowl of cold beef tendon, come over and see if it suits your taste. "

Ye Congwen wanted to refute a few words, but the red oily sliced ​​beef looked so appetizing, his stomach growled uncontrollably, and a carp turned two somersaults in the air, landing impartially On a stool at the dining table.

Wood Bean Sprout was about to look back when he heard the sound, but found that there was no one on the reclining chair. He was wondering what was going on, but when he reached out to put the bowl on, he saw Ye Congwen sitting upright at the table, and was so frightened that he almost gave the bowl to him. Throwing it away, he exclaimed in surprise:

"Are you a human or a ghost, do you walk silently?"

Then I thought that Ye Congwen seemed to have fallen from the sky, which means that Ye Congwen can fly?

"Did you fly over just now?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"I didn't see it just now, fly another one and show me."

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There is something wrong with my head, it’s not acrobatics, I’ll fly it again to show you, have you bought a ticket, you need a tip for the show, do you have a copper coin?

The wooden bean sprouts are ghostly and ghostly, and they know Ye Congwen very well, so there is no one who doesn't understand the meaning, so he quickly put the bowl of beef in his hand, and said with a narrow smile:

"Turn somersault again and show me, or I'll take the beef back."

Yo! Are you going to coerce me? I really don’t want to eat this. It’s not that I don’t have food. I turned around and went to the kitchen to bring a pot of soup. I lifted the lid of the pot, and the strong smell of yam filled the whole room. I glanced at the wooden bean sprouts that were hiding the beef bowl , Drink the soup on your own.

Wood Bean Sprout was also taken aback, when did he get so angry, he was originally giving him beef, don't miss the job because of his anger.

Slowly, I went around and took a look at the contents of the stew pot. There were yams, beef tendons, and a few piles of things like tree roots. Feeling soft-hearted for a moment, he said sympathetically:

"Tell me if you don't know how to cook. I'll teach you if you can't cook. Let's see what kind of dishes you have. There are even tree roots."

"I am ignorant, I don't know anything and I am still acting as an expert here. Does your family have such beautiful roots?"

Ye Congwen glanced at the wooden bean sprouts. He had lost weight without seeing anyone for more than ten days, and his face was full of exhaustion. He said with a bit of reproach and dissatisfaction:

"The stewed soup can be made slowly. Seventy or eighty families can join hands to stew it first. What are you doing so hard? If you get tired and sick, you have to pay for it? You don't even look for a mirror to look at yourself. How thin are you? It’s like this, I think the old patriarch has done a good job in giving you this name, and it’s almost boiled into bean sprouts.”

"It's quite easy to boil brine, but it's too much effort to teach them, all of them are so stupid that I want to hit people with my hands.

If you can't win, you can't be scolded. It's harder to serve than you. Sometimes I think about it. I'm still smart from Brother Wen. I can learn everything as soon as I can. I have a good temper and know how to hurt others. No matter what I ask, I will do it... ..."

Seeing Ye Congwen responding to him, the wooden bean sprouts immediately crackled like pouring beans.

"For the sake of your sweet mouth, go to the cupboard and get two bowls, so that you can also taste my cooking skills."

Ye Congwen knew that Dal was beating around the bush to remind him that he didn't perform acrobatics for her. Thinking about it, it's not easy for this girl. There are three or four Little Sister Little Brothers to take care of at home, and you have to find time to teach the fierce sisters of the Huaye and Huaye tribes to cook brine for washing and cooking.

"Okay! After drinking the soup, I want to see you fly in the air again!"

Dal knows Ye Congwen's clumsy cooking skills, and there is nothing to gain from a pot of stew, but this is all to make rookie happy. Run to the cupboard to get the bowl.

When I opened the cabinet, I saw something like a tree root at a glance, and muttered in bewilderment:

"What good thing is it hidden so tightly? It looks the same as what was stewed in the pot just now!"

Tieta Village is next to the Beast Mountain Range, where there are swarms of ferocious beasts. People with thin bodies like Mudou sprouts are not allowed to leave the village since they were young. At most, they just walk around in the yard, otherwise birds and beasts may kill them at any time. her life.

So she doesn't know anything about mountain materials and precious medicines. I thought I had collected some root carving ornaments, so I glanced at it and left.

Ye Congwen set up earthen bowls, put a small half bowl of soup in the wooden bean sprouts bowl with a wooden spoon, and scooped some yams and beef tendons. That stingy look made Wood Bean Sprout frown and dissatisfaction, faintly showing signs of going mad.

"Take a sip first and see the reaction." Ye Congwen said slowly.

"It's also a little self-knowledge to know that people can try it first."

Wood Bean Sprout appreciated Ye Congwen's performance very much. He is a culinary rookie. This attitude proves that he has self-knowledge.

Tasted a few mouthfuls, pursed his lips, like a master leading an apprentice, and commented seriously:

There is too much salt, it is a bit salty; the beef tendons are not blanched, and the fishy smell is too strong; "

Ye Congwen looked at Dak Bean Sprout quietly, neither happy nor sad, with no expression on his face, but his eyes were full of anticipation staring at Dak Bean Sprout's face, there was an inexplicable charm in his eyes, and a look of concern question:

"How do you feel, do you feel your heart beating faster?"

You stare at people like this, as if you want to eat people, which girl is not afraid? A rapid heartbeat is considered a slight reaction. Wood bean sprouts muttered a few words in their hearts, and nodded a little shyly.

"Is it hot all over?"

"A little."

"Is your face also hot and red?"

"A little."

"Do you feel uncomfortable all over, your blood is churning, and you really want to take a cold bath?"

"It's all a little bit." Wooden Bean Sprout questioned depressingly in his heart: That's a normal reaction of you men, it's not suitable for me.

"Then quickly take off your clothes and dance! Otherwise, I'm afraid your body won't be able to hold back!"

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"What's on your mind! You badass, you're only doing striptease all day long!"

Wooden Bean Sprout's eyes were wide open, and he stood up abruptly, reaching out to slap Ye Congwen a few times. Before he could do anything, something suddenly fell from his nose, ticking like rain.

Looking down, the dining table was covered with red drops of water—not drops of water, but own nosebleeds. For a moment, I just thought: I only heard that men see beautiful women with nosebleeds, but I have never heard of women seeing handsome men with nosebleeds. of.

Just as he was puzzled, he suddenly saw the dark tree roots in the saucepan, and immediately understood the problem. In all likelihood, this thing is poisonous, clutching his nose and shouting loudly:

"Ye Congwen, you scoundrel, even if you poison me to death and turn into a ghost, I will haunt you!"

As soon as Liu Mei raised his eyebrows, he was about to jump over the dining table to hit Ye Congwen. Unexpectedly, he jumped three meters away and flew directly over Ye Congwen's head!

what's the situation? Could it be that I turned into a ghost so quickly, jumped up so lightly, and burst into tears in a fit of anger:

This is so damn bad, the poison is so heavy, why don't you let me say a few words of parting?

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