The thought was far away, and when Hu Muyuan noticed it, the hand that chose the vegetables touched the strange hand.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Strange hurriedly took it back and apologized.

Hu Muyuan smiled bitterly, "Generally speaking, it is the man who should apologize. ”

Wei Zai nodded slightly, lowered his head and continued to choose vegetables in a muffled voice, Hu Muyuan had the heart to speak, but she didn't know what to say.

When he was with other girls, Hu Muyuan had endless answers, and he never had to provoke the conversation, but now he was stumped.

While he was racking his brains, Meng Po walked out of the inn, "Taste the taste of fish, what kind of wish is this, help him break the rules of the inn?"

"But why doesn't the curse constrain me from fulfilling it?" Meng Po was puzzled, "Why, why?"

Hu Muyuan finally found the conversation, "What's wrong with her?"

smiled strangely, "It seems that Xiao Yu'er made an inexplicable wish, which Meng Po couldn't understand." ”

"If you can't figure it out, you can't figure it out, what are you doing torturing yourself?" Hu Muyuan said.

It's hard to explain, and the strange can only smile slightly.

Hu Muyuan continued to chat awkwardly, "When will Shopkeeper Yu come back?"

"It's going to take at least five or six days to go this time. Strange said.

After being quiet for a while, the cranky weird man looked up and asked Hu Muyuan, "Is it that the food I cook is not to your taste?"

"No, no. Hu Muyuan hurriedly waved her hand, "I think your cooking is better than his." ”

I didn't see any strange movements, thinking that she was looking straight at herself, and after making up the questioning gaze in her head, Hu Muyuan confirmed: "Really, it's not a compliment to you." ”

"Poof", Wei Zai couldn't help laughing, she hurriedly lowered her head, "Thank you, Xiao Yu'er will be angry when she hears it, I learned all my dishes from him." ”

"Blue is better than blue. Hu Mu was still laughing when she saw it, and felt that the praise was a bit too much, "Of course, this is also related to personal taste." ”

"The formation of a person's taste is closely related to his home and mother. Hu Muyuan said.

Strange stopped laughing, the hat was facing Hu Muyuan, and he listened to him carefully.

Hu Muyuan continued: "When a person is born, under the influence of his mother's food, a person's taste has been roughly determined. ”

Therefore, for people, there are thousands of delicacies in the world, but the most delicious and palatable must not be far from the food of the mother.

"For us, many delicacies only bring the stimulation of taste buds, and we will get tired of eating too much, only the taste of home is burned in our hearts, and we can't forget it. ”

Hu Muyuan turned her head and looked at Wei Zai carefully, "The same is true for love, worldly people are stimulated by appearance, but they don't know that finding a suitable soul is the most precious." ”

Through a green veil, the two looked at each other like this, and the ambiguity accompanied by silence slowly rose between them, so that the green vegetables in their hands were crushed.

Perhaps feeling that the space was overflowing, and the four eyes were facing each other, Hu Muyuan said: "It's like your shopkeeper Yu, who was confused by his aunt's appearance." ”

Strange couldn't help laughing again, "When Xiao Yu'er heard this, he will definitely let you taste his croquettes." ”

"His croquettes ......" Halfway through his words, Hu Muyuan was interrupted by the grass running out of the inn.

"It worked, it worked. She held a large jar in her hand, and almost bumped into Hu Muyuan when she went out excitedly.

"Hmph, jealousy has been copied by me. Cao'er felt that Hu Muyuan deliberately sat at her feet, and finally stabilized her body and then detoured to the bridge.

A few black girls greeted her, "I'll take a look, I'll take a look", Meng Po and Donnie Yen competed for the grass jar.

The big buffalo grazing along the river, but a few of them blocked the way, and pushed them away from the archway with their heads down.

"Be careful. Cao'er was busy protecting her jar, "I stole a little fish and a grape to make a second year of wine, which is very precious." ”

Meng Po looked at the liquid in the jar, "Why are you a little dark?"

"Put a little too much of the potion, but it's okay, it's good for the medicine to work. Cao'er didn't care and said, "Which of you will try?"

Meng Po took a step back, "I washed it in the morning and let Donnie Yen try it." ”

Donnie Yen looked at the slightly deeper liquid, "That, I've become a ghost, and I don't care much about my appearance." ”

Seeing the grass falling on her, without waiting for her to speak, the black girl said: "My mother said that dragons are beautiful with dragon scales, which is not suitable for me." ”

Cao'er saw through their tricks, "Coward, don't dare to try this, Li Chai, come." "The grass beckons to the ghost.

"Is this Sword Bag Town?" a man walked on the stone bridge and asked how many grasses there were by the bridge.

He has a big belly, and if he weren't a man, others would mistakenly think he was pregnant.

No one paid attention to him, and when he saw Cao'er calling him, the ghost hurriedly shook his head, pointed at Cao'er and pointed at himself, and "quacked" a few times.

The bully couldn't speak, so Cao'er said happily: "Enough sisters, come, I'll help you try." ”

The ghost hurriedly hid behind Donnie Yen, and Donnie Yen said, "What she said is, why don't you try?"

"Isn't it Sword Bag Town!" said the man on the stone bridge angrily.

Still no one paid attention to him, Cao'er Bai Donnie glanced at him, "Have you seen Langzhong personally test the medicine?"

"Okay, dare to ...... us"

With a loud "bang", the entire archway suddenly collapsed and smashed behind Meng Po and them.

Feng'er was almost swept away, but fortunately she was pulled by Meng Po in time.

Hu Muyuan, weird, Cao'er and Meng Po, everyone looked at the pot-bellied man blankly.

It was the archway where the city lord of Yangzhou hung his sword bag, and it was actually collapsed by this person's palm!

Looking at the sword bag that fell to the ground, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Donnie Yen said: "This, this is the sword bag town." ”

"Hmph", the big-bellied man said coldly, "It doesn't matter if it's Sword Bag Town or not, I'm here to avenge my son." ”

"Revenge, revenge, find, who to revenge?" asked Donnie.

", of course the murderer of my son's mountain paste. The pot-bellied man looked angry.

Mountain ointment, Meng Po and the black girl sighed in their hearts at the same time, the identity of this big-bellied man is about to come out, and the mountain god is in the middle (yǔ)!

The people of the town heard the sound, and they went out of their houses one after another, and when they saw the archway collapse and the sword bag fell to the ground, the sound of surprise roared, like boiling water.

"What a quarrel, who killed my son, stand up for Lao Tzu. The mountain god shouted loudly, muffling out everyone's voices.

The entire Sword Bag Town was dumbfounded in an instant.

The mountain god glanced at the air, and the blood stains of the dissected seal were still there, so he glanced at everyone, and finally stopped at the shortest grass.

"You are young, you say, who killed my son. The mountain god said.

"I didn't kill it. Cao'er shook her head.

"If you abolish your mother's words, I will ask who killed it. The mountain god raised his eyebrows.

"Thunder killed. Cao'er pointed to the sky, "Also, you can't discriminate against me because I'm short. ”

"Thunder killed?" The mountain god looked up at the sky, and then sneered: "Dare to fool Lao Tzu, I will kill you first." ”

As he spoke, the mountain god stood in place, put together the size of the casserole, and opened his larger palm to grab the grass.

When the distance is not enough, the arm is like a rubber band, and it stretches suddenly.

At the same time, the underground sword sac shot out two sword qi in an instant, attacking the mountain god's outstretched arm.

Jian Shan can't help his son, let alone Lao Tzu.

The mountain god kept his hand, and as soon as he raised his foot, he kicked the sword bag away and landed on the beam of the inn.

The black girl and Meng Po shot at the same time, but they couldn't change the direction of their hands, and the mountain god didn't feel pain or itching, and he didn't care about the two little fleas.

"Ah", Cao'er was frightened, how could she care about the jar in her hand, and smashed it directly into the palm of her outstretched hand.

With a "bang", the palm of the hand did not dodge or dodge, and directly broke the jar, and the lotion stained the hands.