Kikushita-chan is by no means a spoof term, but it does have such a thing.

In "China Banban", Liu Pleiades once used the legendary kitchen utensils to turn dragon pots, and in a short period of time, he refined the "chrysanthemum sauce" that takes a full year to make.

A year......

Tsk, this refining time is enough to explain the strong taste of Kikushita sauce, right?

Fairy Bei is the creator of Kikushita-chan.

Naturally, the taste of the shell fairy is the pure original flavor of Kikushita-chan. No problem.

"Original sauce!" Xia Yu grabbed his chin and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, went to the store warehouse, and accepted this income, but found that the warehouse space was empty, and immediately said in amazement: "System, where is the sauce?"

Backbite.

A holographic projection map of Ju downstairs appeared in front of him.

In the map, there are flashing red dots.

Xia Yu has played the game anyway, and there are black lines on the corners of his forehead, how can he have a sense of déjà vu to open a treasure map, hey, this is digging treasure!

Yesterday, it took a whole day to bring the chrysanthemum downstairs and get familiar with it carefully.

The pattern of the backyard is almost imprinted in my mind, and even if Xia Yu is a hopeless road idiot, there is a system, and it is easy to find the specific location of the red dot.

An ancient well, in front of Xia Yu's eyes.

It was clearly an abandoned well, with a mossy wall not far away, and a deep alley at the other end of the wall.

The alleys are full of old houses.

The masonry around the ancient well is exposed, a piece of green bricks, the last year, there are slight cracks, it looks slippery in the early morning, and the feet should be carefully pedaled for fear of falling.

Xia Yu took two steps forward and sighed, his eyes attracted by a new porcelain bowl with a significantly different style of painting on the well platform around the ancient well.

An indescribable fragrance wafted along the breeze.

Sniffing his nose, Xia Yu's eyes were surprised, "This is Kikushita-chan, but why is it here!"

Look down at the deep ancient well.

Boom.

The echo of his footsteps half a step forward echoed back inside the ancient well, and there was an inexplicable palpitation.

While Xia Yu was holding the bowl, he said to the system: "...... Can you identify this ancient well for me?"

"The current conditions for exploration are insufficient. ”

The system responded coldly.

Ha.

Xia Yu was not disappointed, but shook his head and laughed funny, isn't this statement of the system a manifestation of three hundred taels of silver here.

He suddenly thought about it.

Since, the specialty of Juxialou "Juxia Sauce", comes from this, then can it not be deduced from the past, such as the extremely cold water of the White Jade Building, there is also the weirdness of silence?

Xia Yu, who has long understood the so-called "inner world", dares to boldly speculate.

But.

Now is not the time to be entangled in the origin of Gujing and Kikushita-chan, Xia Yu looked up at the sun in the sky and gradually crawled towards the sky, and muttered: "They are almost there......"

Around noon, two media teams arrived at Juxia's stairs one after another.

Speaking of which, Hua Dan, the leader of the two teams, is an acquaintance.

One is Qi Qingyan.

The other person is Mu Xiaoyue.

In addition to hosting major events such as competitions and halberds, Qi Qingyan is usually the leader of the National TV Food Channel.

As for Mu Xiaoyue, when Xia Yu took over the shop in Neon, she brought a lot of joy to the young man.

Over the past year, not only Xia Yu has grown, but Mu Xiaoyue has also changed from an Internet celebrity gourmand to the founder of the popular food self-media of "Witness Classic", and even she appeared on the stage of this year's hunting as a judge.

It's been a few days since the halberd eaten, but the impact is still fermenting dramatically, reaching beyond the Chinese border......

Xia Yu looked at the woman sitting in front of her.

Official media, non-governmental media.

It's all here.

There are too many media trying to interview him, Xia Yu chose these two, not for others, and it is good to talk about some human touch.

Qi Qingyan was dressed in an off-white skirt, with her legs together, sitting opposite.

“…… Chef Xia, do you still remember Lan Lao's evaluation of your achievements in cooking today?

"How long do you think it will take you to actually push that door open?"

One question after another was thrown.

Mu Xiaoyue and Qi Qingyan asked alternately, Xia Yu maintained a calm smile, hot and cold, and gave good answers to any questions.

Of course.

The purpose of his interview is not just to increase exposure and harvest a wave of fame.

At the end of the interview, it was already afternoon, Xia Yu stood up and said to a group of workers in the house: "Everyone is fortunate-"

"Where!"

"Chef Xia, you've worked hard!"

Male and female workers are busy talking.

Xia Yu bent down slightly and made a gesture of please, "Please come with me, there is a small hospitality to thank you." ”

Invite everyone to the back kitchen downstairs of Ju Xia.

Qi Qingyan and Mu Xiaoyue watched Xia Yu put on an apron in public, and in front of the sink, they carefully cleaned their hands, not looking at each other on the ground.

Dishes are cooked on site.

This is no small treat.

Looking at the excited and excited performance of the team members around them, the two were both stunned and surprised.

"Sister Qi, do you want to continue filming?" asked the female assistant.

Qi Qingyan glanced at the shooting equipment, and the corners of his mouth lifted a slight smile, "Shoot, why don't you shoot, since he wants to act in a play, we will help to the end!"

The female assistant tilted her head in confusion. Qi Qingyan smiled but did not speak.

As smart as she is, she can vaguely guess a trace of Xia Yu's inner thoughts, but the guess needs to be confirmed.

Xia Yu turned to bring a whole page of fresh pork, took the blade, and chopped the meat with a knife, while chopping the meat, he did not forget to tell Liu Ying, who had already gotten up and washed: "Sakura, do you see the wooden bucket in the corner, pour out all the water in the bucket, put glutinous rice in a basket, and drain the water." ”

Pork, glutinous rice.

Then there was another yellow catfish kept in the water tank, still alive.

And pumpkins.

The miscellaneous but not messy ingredients give everyone a strong sense of déjà vu. Qi Qingyan said in shock: "Ah, isn't this the full set of ingredients for Wei Zhong's "Three Steaming in One" recipe?"

……

At the same time, the big hospital in the provincial capital of Jingchu.

Roof.

Wei Zhong, who was wearing a hospital gown and had a haggard face, held on to the railing and stared at the crowd coming and going under the hospital.

A female nurse covered her hat and shouted not far away: "Chef Wei, it's windy up there, go back to the ward quickly, someone sees you coming." ”

Wei Zhong turned around slowly, "Chef Wei?" ”

The smile was full of disgrace.

"Please don't call me that again!" he grabbed his hand on the stone below the guardrail, drawing a row of visible blood, "I lost, and I'm no longer a chef!"

"Rubbish!"

In the corridor behind the nurse, a cold cheer suddenly came.

The yellow crane came with a hand.

"My disciple of Huang He, even if he is beaten to hell, then he must try to return to the world from hell!"

Wei Zhong knelt down, buried his head, didn't know his expression, but his tears were blown up by the wind and floated in the air.

Suddenly hissing and tearing open the hospital gown, Wei Zhong knelt down, moved around and showed the indelible imprint on his back to Huang He, "I have ...... Forever gone!"

The yellow crane's pupils are constricted.

In the skin and flesh, the word 'unpalatable' is quite eye-catching.

With a heavy knock, Wei Zhong fell on the ground on the rooftop, choked and said: "I am now a lonely ghost outside the world, ostracized by others, and my situation is worse than that of a rat crossing the street, and I can no longer do my filial piety to my father-in-law!"

"Get up—" Huang He's face was gloomy, he grabbed Wei Zhong's shoulder, and saw his righteous son and eldest apprentice crying silently in front of him, feeling that his heart was clenched. His lips twitched, and Huang He's eyes were sad, "It's my fault! It's our underestimation of the enemy, no, we fell into the trap of the Xia family's grandson!"

"Xia Qing!!"

A hideous voice echoed across the rooftop.

The female nurse quietly closed the door and retreated from the rooftop, and when she heard the dull roar on the stairs, she covered her mouth in fright.