Wuwei Cave is not like the Taoist temple of the fat teacher, there are all kinds of cooking guys in the kitchen. Gu Tanrao skillfully put those pots and pans back into place, turned his head and said to me, "It seems that Master hasn't been cooking much recently, and the vegetables and meat are gone." There's only wild vegetables or something, so why don't we go back and buy some? ”

I agree. Anyway, when Grandma Tai and Dao Chang meet, there will definitely be endless words, there is a market at the foot of the nearby mountain, and it is estimated that it will not be a problem to buy some fresh vegetables.

Gu Tanrao and I went down the mountain to buy a lot of things and came back, preparing to cook a hearty reunion dinner for the two old men.

I was so tired that I put the food in my hand on the kitchen floor like a deflated ball.

"Oh, why are you so tired of shopping." I complained.

Gu Tanrao put more than twice as many things in his hand on the ground, walked over and pinched my shoulders for me: "It's really hard madam." ”

I glanced at him: "Pay attention to the words, it's the expectant lady." ”

He pinched my nose: "Then it's hard work for Mrs. Expected today." I'm going to see Master and Grandma. ”

I am skilled in washing vegetables, washing meat, washing rice, cutting vegetables, pickling. It's been more than two years since I first used Reiki to cook, and even without Reiki, I'm able to do these essential cooking steps proficiently.

Time flies really fast, and when I think of the first time I met Gu Tanrao, it seems like it happened yesterday.

In a few moments, the four dishes were ready, and there was a final soup.

I put down my work and washed my hands by the sink. Gu Tanrao has been gone for so long, and he hasn't come back. Is a light bulb that good?

When I walked to the door of the chief of Ming Qiandao, there was no sound in the house. I knocked on the door, but there was still no sound.

I pushed the door open, and it was empty, and there was still their shadow.

"Pour out. Grandma! ”

I shouted outside the house, maybe they were out.

There are only three rooms here, and I searched all the rooms, but I found no trace of them.

"Where did you go?" I was puzzled, took out my mobile phone and dialed Gu Dumping's phone.

The phone rang in the room. I hurriedly turned around and ran into the room just now, Gu Tanrao's mobile phone was on the table. I opened my phone and saw that an unsent message appeared on the screen, only four words:

"Luoluo, don't come."

My heart tightened, and it looked like something was wrong.

Gu Tanrao is not a person who is so easily frightened, he left me such four words, there must be a reason. It seems that this time the matter is serious.

What to do? It's too late to call for help, and it seems that I'm the only one who has to go to them.

But where to find it?

I walked into the courtyard, and it was empty, except for the birds and flowers of Yuling Mountain.

Suddenly, the air around me changed, and although the change was small, it was something that could be felt as a wind-type ability. And I'm sure it's not good.

Sure enough, the air in front of him slowly condensed into a ball, and the air kept rising until it rose into the air.

At this moment, I held the peachwood sword in my hand with a sword finger. I don't know if it's a human or a demon, but what I know for sure is that whoever dares to touch me, I will make it pay.

Above the sky, a huge whirlpool appeared, and this whirlpool swept the wind around it, making it impossible to fathom its depth.

"If you want to save your husband, then follow me!"

Suddenly there was a shout of a man in the whirlpool.

It's a sound all too familiar to me.

It's that fake Gu Dumping.

Sure enough, it was him, who violated my life again and again, no matter who he was, today, it was time to make a break.

I held the peachwood sword tightly in the palm of my hand, and I rose from the wind under my feet and flew straight towards the whirlpool.

The whirlpool seemed to have the suction power of a black hole, and as soon as it was approached, I was sucked into it.

As soon as I entered the whirlpool, a strong wind blew in front of me, and I couldn't help but block my arms in front of me.

Although this strong wind was coming, I could feel that my body was being pushed forward. After about five minutes, the wind stopped and I lowered my arm.

The scene in front of me is a place similar to a market, with stalls on both sides of the street, and people selling along the street. As if they couldn't see me, they didn't say hello, but only sold what they had.

"Rock sugar gourd!"

"Insoles! Homemade hand-sewn insoles! ”

"Sugar people! Candy blowers! ”

"Buns, hot buns!"

All kinds of cries are endless.

I came to a place where I was selling rock sugar gourds and asked, "Uncle, where is this?" ”

The strange thing is that the uncle didn't seem to hear me asking him, and still held up the rock sugar gourd in his hand and shouted: "Sugar gourd, authentic rock sugar gourd, two yuan a string!" ”

I was unwilling and touched my uncle's arm with my hand, but found that I couldn't touch him at all.

My heart tightened, could it be that I entered the ghost world?

Legend has it that people will enter the ghost world after death, and the ghost world is similar to the human world, there are also pavilions and buildings, busy traffic, and there are also ghosts, business ghosts, and ghosts doing business.

At this time, I saw a slightly larger stall in front of me, and I couldn't help but get closer.

This is a small stall selling wontons, and around a large pot of boiling wontons, there are five or six wooden tables, and next to each wooden table, four wooden chairs are placed. The cauldron was on a relatively large table, and in front of the table hung a small blackboard-like sign that read: "Coriander wontons, five yuan a bowl." ”

Although I was in a hurry to find someone, an invisible force prompted me to stop at the wonton stall.

I found a table on the side, sat down, and took a closer look at the wonton stall.

Behind the cauldron, there was a man standing, holding a spoon in his hand, stirring the wonton soup in the pot, and next to him stood a woman, the woman was making wontons, I saw her quickly put the stuffing into the wonton skin in her hand, and then held the corner of the wonton skin and pinched it hard, and then quickly threw the wrapped wonton onto the cutting board in front of the man, and the action was like a cloud.

If it weren't for the ghost world, these two people would probably be a very loving couple.

While he was thinking wildly, there was already a person standing beside him.

"Hello, little girl, would you like a bowl of ravioli?"

It's the proprietress who just made wontons.

I was amazed, because the old man who sold sugar gourds just now couldn't see me, or even hear my voice, but the proprietress of this wonton stall could actually see me and talk to me.

Out of politeness, I looked up and said, "Oh, no, I'm here to find someone, please ask, ...... here"

Before I could finish my words, I swallowed them raw.

The moment I looked up, I saw the face of the proprietress .

This face has fair skin, thick eyebrows, and a pair of natural eyes.

This face, which has been in the corner of my room for twenty years, has appeared countless times in my midnight dreams.

"Mom, Mom." I subconsciously screamed.

You can't be wrong, this person is my mother.

My mother left me when I was still crying as an infant, and now, it's been 20 years. But this face is extremely familiar to me.

Because I have a face that is very similar to hers.

When the proprietress heard me say this, she smiled and said, "Little girl, are you hungry, I'll give you a bowl of wontons." ”

As she spoke, she flashed her waist and returned to the cauldron, and with her hands and feet neatly took a bowl of wontons and placed it in front of me.

I looked down at the steaming bowl of wontons, delicate and delicate floating in the soup, with shredded carrots as a side dish to the soup, and a few coriander flowers floating on top of the soup, exuding a characteristic bitter taste.

I seem to have been waiting for this taste for twenty years.

"Little girl, isn't it unpalatable? Why are you crying? ”

The hostess looked at me and said with concern.

Only then did I realize that I had already burst into tears.

I looked at the woman in front of me and couldn't help but ask again, "Are you my mother?" ”

The proprietress didn't speak, but smiled: "Eat it while it's hot, it's not delicious if it's cold." After eating the ravioli, there are no worries. ”

With that, she got up and went back to the cauldron.

From a distance, I carefully looked at the man who was cooking wontons, this man had a high nose and a cold handsomeness between his eyebrows. This face of his has also appeared in my mind countless times.