Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 262 [There is truth in eating and drinking]

   "Oh?" Sang Ziping was surprised.

  He didn't have long eyesight, so he could only vaguely see that the thin-faced man who took human form and sat there eating and chatting was probably a monster, but he couldn't be 100% sure, let alone see the other person's real body.

   Moreover, wheat essence is really rare.

  Although it is not too rare for vegetation to become fine, compared to the huge number of plants, it is a thing with a much lower probability, and it is almost impossible for this kind of crops that are harvested once a year to become fine. But under the good fortune of the world, there are still such monsters, which makes Sang Ziping a little surprised.

  Fang Chang broke his bun and said with a smile:

   "Maybe it's wild in a blessed place, or a plant in the barren field has a great chance. If there is a chance, just ask in person."

   "This demon has never done any evil, and... it has merits and virtues. That's why I just stopped to observe it. I don't know what it has done to benefit the world."

  Hearing this, Sang Ziping also felt relieved.

  Since the other party is not the kind of evil that causes harm to one side, but just lives in the world, it is just an ordinary thing, and there is no need to react too much. So he continued to focus on the food in his hand, and still followed the clerk's instruction, steadily breaking the small buns into bean-sized pieces.

   When it was finished, the little guy ran over, took the bowl away, and remembered the order.

   Listening to the conversation, the master chef behind is the shopkeeper of this yokan shop. It seems that this is a family handed down craftsmanship.

  It is said to be the back, but it is not blocked from the place where diners eat. It is a big room with transparent front and back.

  The weather is hot now. In order to make the diners feel better, the front and rear doors and windows are opened to make the place as drafty as possible. Fortunately, the stove was built outside on purpose, leaving only a few stove holes in the house, which are closed when not in use, so the heat emitted can still be tolerated.

Fang Chang and Sang Ziping looked sideways, and the shopkeeper in charge of the spoon took the bowl, poured the broken cakes into the small pot, added thick slices of cooked mutton, stewed mutton, and various spices. Vermicelli, chopped green onion, shredded fungus and day lily, and coriander added according to diners' preferences, are cooked quickly on high heat and poured into a bowl.

  The little guy relied on his memory, brought them back to the diners in order, and gently placed them on the table.

   As for Fang Chang and Sang Ziping's table, the boy first brought out a few plates of sliced ​​meat and a plate of cold courgette. The taste of the meat is mediocre, but the cold courgette is really crisp and refreshing as the boy said, and it is a good summer product.

   Then, he brought up Fang Chang and Sang Ziping's yokan. Among them, Sang Ziping didn't like coriander, so he didn't ask the chef in charge to add it.

  Seeing that the food has been served, the boy said in a clear voice:

   "Guest officer, please use it slowly. There is also pickled sugar garlic here, which can relieve tiredness. Whether you use it depends on your personal taste."

"good!"

  Fang Chang looked at the big bowl of yokan served in front of him, and praised.

  The little guy was very happy to hear the compliments of the food in the store from the foreign diners in front of him:

   "Thank you for your compliment, guest officer. In this city, many people don't eat a bowl every day, and they always feel uncomfortable, so they like this one."

   "There are also poems and ballads saying that 'the three bowls of steamed buns are eaten every day, and they will never resign themselves to be a native of Guanzhong' is widely spread, but the specific source is not known."

  “It was originally called yokan, but now more locals call it paomo. They are all the same thing, which does not affect its popularity—this is really not boastful.”

  Then, the boy greeted other guests, while Fang Chang and Sang Ziping ate with chopsticks.

Green green onion, coriander, white steamed buns, day lily and black fungus, and white fine vermicelli, covered with a few large slices of thick rotten mutton - this is the weight of the most high-end yokan - the soup is clear, fresh and fragrant overflowing.

   It tastes rich, the meat is rotten and fragrant, fat but not greasy, the soup is thick, smooth and has an endless aftertaste.

  For ordinary people, eating a large bowl will give you a strong sense of fullness, warm your stomach and make you hungry. Even if you are going to do heavy work or go on a long journey, you can eat this. For those who are new to Guanzhong, this kind of rich and delicious taste can often bring great surprises. No wonder the little guy said the rumors that "eat three bowls of steamed buns every day, and I will never hesitate to be a Guanzhong native".

  Fang Chang and Sang Ziping had a great appetite and were very happy.

  Suddenly, Fang Chang put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked up at the sky outside the window.

   Tasting the delicacy in the bowl made him suddenly feel something.

  In order to draw in the wind, the windows were propped up high with thin bamboo poles, a few birds flew by outside, and wisps of white clouds were scattered by the wind. Over the eaves, you can still see a bit of the rammed earth city wall, which is uneven and mottled, and a few weeds are tenaciously drilled out of the soil.

  Sang Ziping, who was sitting opposite, suddenly stopped his chopsticks and looked up at Fang Chang.

  The Wheat Essence at the table not far away, who was chatting with friends satisfactorily after eating, suddenly froze and glanced over involuntarily.

   But Fang Chang hadn't broken through the realm of cultivation for a long time, and suddenly there was movement.

   During this period of time, his mana has been accumulating and becoming profound, but due to the lack of some opportunities in his cultivation base, he has not made a major breakthrough for a long time. The path that Fang Chang practiced is about comprehending the nature of the world. It is the simplest, but it is also the most difficult, and there is no conflict.

   Slaying demons and demons in Ant Mountain before did not increase his understanding of the nature of heaven and earth. Although there are merits and virtues added to him, they are useless to Fang Chang.

  —But it was a coincidence while eating, which is really weird.

  The aura generated by Fang Chang when he broke through was extremely powerful, and it shot straight into the sky. Although it passed away in a flash, the scope of influence was not low. Fortunately, this qi mechanism can only be sensed clearly by those who have practiced it, and it has no effect on ordinary people.

  So Sang Ziping on the opposite side and Mai Zijing next to him clearly sensed something was wrong.

  Thinking that the city **** in the city, as well as the land of mountain gods, water spirits and wild monsters within a hundred miles around, will also be clearly aware of it, and I don’t know how much panic and confusion.

  Wheat Essence in the shop was stunned and quickly recovered.

  He found a reason to bid farewell to his friend in a hurry, and fled out of the store as if fleeing. In an instant, he merged into the crowd of people on the street outside the gate, out of sight of the people in the store. Of course, for Fang Chang, the wheat essence, which escaped at the speed of a human being, still did not leave his hearing range.

   It's just that Fang Chang didn't think about it, he just paused for a few breaths, and then looked away from the window again. Picking up the chopsticks, he smiled at Sang Ziping opposite and said:

   "Eat and eat, this yokan tastes really good."

  Sang Ziping glanced at Fang Chang and praised: "Mr. Fang is really enviable."

   Then the two of them moved their chopsticks together, swept away the yokan in the bowl and a few cold dishes on the table, and went out to check out.

   Thank you for the reward from Slow House.

  (end of this chapter)