In the afternoon, a few people climbed to the top of the mountain, and when they saw the stalls of the otherworldly snack bar, they were all stunned for a moment, and then they came to find a place to sit down.

"I didn't expect there to be a restaurant on the top of Qingming Mountain, it's really unexpected. ”

"Boss, what do you have to eat?"

These people were dressed in uniform costumes, they should be disciples of a certain sect, Qin Fei glanced at it, and then introduced: "There are rice noodles with a bridge, beer, yogurt and purple rice dew, what do the guests want to eat?"

A disciple frowned, he had never heard of it, so he asked: "Shopkeeper, are there steamed lambs, steamed bear's paws, steamed deer tails, roasted ducks, roasted chickens, roasted goose, braised pigs, braised ducks, sauced chickens, bacon, pine flowers, small belly, ......?"

The man memorized the names of one hundred and eighty dishes in a row, and then he didn't pick them up in one breath and pulled them over.

Qin Fei was shocked, neurotic?

While helping the man pinch the man, Tongmen explained to Qin Fei: "I'm sorry, my junior brother used to talk about cross talk, occupational disease, boss, you can recommend a dish." ”

"Then let's cross the bridge rice noodles. Qin Fei went to the kitchen, prepared four large bowls, loaded them with stock side dishes, and brought them to the table.

"How to eat raw meat?" A few people looked at the slices of meat and vegetables, and secretly sighed.

"The broth is just out of the pot, the temperature is still very hot, and the guests put the meat in it and cook it instantly, and finally put in the rice noodles. For the first time guests, Qin Fei will patiently explain how to eat.

According to what Qin Fei taught, a few people put the meat slices into the broth, and in an instant, they turned into cooked colors, and when they ate a bite, they were tender, soft, and extremely delicious.

After eating the rice noodles across the bridge, several people felt refreshed physically and mentally, and even the fatigue caused by the long journey was relieved.

"Boss, your cross-bridge rice noodles are really delicious, but why is it called cross-bridge?" several people were full of interest.

The storyteller was still in the shop, and immediately took it: "I know this." ”

told the story of the rice noodles across the bridge that Qin Fei had told, and after his professional rendering, the love between husband and wife was particularly touching.

"I see. Several people looked intoxicated, as if they were hungry again, "Boss, can I eat another bowl?"

"Yes. Qin flew on the second round, and several people ate with round bellies, so they burped.

"By the way, you are disciples of the Yuheng Sect?" asked the storyteller, who had traveled from south to north and was well-informed.

"Exactly. Several people admitted with some pride that the sect was famous, and there was light on the faces of the people of the sect.

The storyteller looked admiring: "I heard that the Yuheng faction is good at hundreds of weapons, I don't know if it's true?"

"Of course, whether it is a sword, a sword, a halberd, an axe, a hook or a fork, a sickle, a mallet, a whip, a hammer, a creeping star, a flute, a blade, a rope, a chain, a hook, a ......."

There was a thud, and the speaker fell to the ground.

Several other people from the Yuheng faction hurriedly used the rescue technique: "Senior Brother Guo, Senior Brother Guo, wake up!"

Qin Fei's face was black, isn't there a normal person?

......

It is said that in the martial arts, the masters are like clouds, and if they want to make a name, there are only masters among the masters.

Zhu Xiaotian is a master among the masters, very famous, known as a music idiot, especially good at music, a song "Laughing Sky", popular all over the world, everyone vying to praise.

But if he is just a musician, he will not have such a great influence, mainly because he has a breathtaking power when he plays music, and once with only one jade flute, he blocked 800 Hu Qi in the frontier.

I heard that Zhu Xiaotian accepted the invitation to attend Qingming Mountain as a witness, and more and more people decided to go to watch the ceremony.

At this moment, at the foot of Qingming Mountain, an uncle with a goatee looked at the girl in front of him, and looked a little helpless: "Yinyin, didn't you tell your father that you lost your temper again?"

The girl called Yinyin, whose name is Zhu Jiayin, is the pearl of Zhu Daxia's palm, and she has won the true inheritance of her father and plays a good flute.

Zhu Jiayin is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with watery eyes, a little baby fat face, wearing a goose-yellow dress, with her waist crossed at the moment, puffing and puffing, but also cute: "Daddy will go if he wants to, I can't walk anyway." ”

"Yun Juanyu is Daddy's best friend, how can he refuse if he invites?" Zhu Daxia said with a pampered face, "Besides, watching the duel between the two masters is also good for your cultivation." ”

Zhu Xiaotian said something bad, and Zhu Jiayin reluctantly agreed: "Then I will leave when I meet Uncle Yun." ”

The father and daughter immediately climbed the mountain, and the body was really not the embarrassed appearance of the turtle climbed by others, the body was as light as a swallow, and they came to the top of the mountain in a few clicks by means of the treetops and rocks.

At this moment, there were already many martial arts masters on the mountaintop platform, and when they saw Zhu Xiaotian, they stepped forward to say hello.

Zhu Xiaotian had no choice but to withdraw to deal with it.

Zhu Jiayin felt that it was boring, so he wandered around, and suddenly saw a restaurant called Otherworldly Snack Bar.

The food was fragrant and refreshing, and there was a storyteller telling a story, so Zhu Jiayin came over.

"Boss, what are they eating?"

Qin Fei was busy greeting guests when a girl with bright eyes and bright teeth stopped him.

"Yogurt purple rice dew, do you want to try it?" Qin Fei replied.

"Good. Zhu Jiayin found an empty seat and sat down.

"By the way, do you want ice or room temperature?" Qin Fei asked.

"And the ice. Zhu Jiayin was a little surprised, but then he looked depressed again, "But I can't eat ice these days, just at room temperature." ”

Zhu Jiayin regretted it as soon as he said this, his face was so red that he seemed to be dripping blood, fortunately the people around him didn't pay attention, but this boss heard it.

glared at this boss angrily, and if he dared to show a strange look, he would be beaten up!

Unexpectedly, Qin Fei looked as usual, and after a while, he brought a bowl of yogurt purple rice dew that was a little warmer than room temperature.

Zhu Jiayin's face turned even redder while holding the warm yogurt Zi Mi Lu, this boss must know something, and he must not be spared.

But as the daughter of Zhu Daxia, how can there be a reason to commit murder in vain, and she must be famous.

Zhu Jiayin looked at the yogurt Zimilu in front of him, and had an idea, well, just say that this thing is not delicious, and if he beats him again, he will have nothing to say.

Then scoop it up with a spoon and taste it.

The little girl's originally indignant look suddenly melted-

Oh my God, what kind of elixir and jade liquid did you just eat, why is it so delicious?

What are those grains, purple rice, so cute to the touch. (The 10,000-word description of the little girl's heart is omitted here.) ）

The little girl's face was like a peach blossom, and she was so intoxicated that she couldn't help but hum.

After wishing the hero, he finally got out and looked for his daughter everywhere, only to find that his daughter was eating.

But when he saw his daughter's appearance, he was furious, and stepped forward and slammed Qin Fei against the wall: "Beast, you actually gave my daughter spring medicine, she is only sixteen years old!"

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