The copper needle burrowed into the crack in the door, and the bright white tail left a glimmer in the darkness, which was imprinted in Sang's mind for a long time, unable to dissipate, just like the memory when it suddenly surfaced.

"Severed Finger...... There is also a pool of blood, most of this person is gone," Mu Cripple stared at the crack in the door with some nervousness, "But if he was not eaten by wild ghosts, as you said, then how did he die?" ”

"Does it have anything to do with the Incredible Pavilion?"

Professional reasons make Baotian more sensitive than others, today he felt that something was wrong, and a person disappeared out of thin air, but for a whole day, this restaurant was still running normally as usual, business was booming, and the guests were full. Some of the few words they had heard in the morning never appeared again, and every one of the entertainers was smiling and courteous, and did not say anything about the events of last night, as if Zifu had never existed.

This change must be forced by some kind of external pressure, which Baotian knows very well in his heart, especially when he thinks of Aunt Rong's two eyes that are not angry and arrogant.

Sang glanced at Baotian and nodded at him, it was the same as Baotian's thoughts: several people have disappeared in this largest restaurant in the country for several years, but the news has never reached the high wall in front of him, and outsiders don't even know about these things, presumably Aunt Rong's dot is indispensable. Can get through the government or second, if the evidence is conclusive, I can't think of a splash, in the final analysis, these cases are unsolvable mystery cases, for the sake of the business of the incomparable pavilion, the government and Aunt Rong forcibly pressed down these disappearances.

Sang looked at the emerald stone steps under his feet, and his own shadow was reflected on them, his face was blurred, but it really looked like the wild ghosts he had seen in the mountains and forests yesterday. They come in groups of different shapes, some are shriveled like dead branches, some have bellies as large as Luo, and their lower bellies are supported on the ground. The only thing they have in common is that they are all dressed in tattered clothes, and strips of cloth are rubbing the pine needles on the ground? Rustling......

But even so, the form is ugly? They don't eat people, Sang is very sure in his heart? Are demons covenant-keeping? Much more honest than people, then ......

Thinking? But the copper needle suddenly returned, on the bright white tail? Nothing? It didn't embroider anything. The incomparable pavilion in front of it was very clean, and even if a few people disappeared here in a few years, there was not a single resentful soul in it.

"Nothing?" Mu Cripple looked at the copper needle and was shocked, "This ...... What's going on? ”

Mulberry's eyes dimmed? "A possibility? Zifu and these people are not dead at all," it paused, "The second possibility is that their souls were eaten by those wild ghosts. Wild ghosts don't eat the living, but what else? They are not picky at all, and sometimes they don't even let go of their kind. ”

"But people don't die? Where did the soul come from? ”

Mu lame asked a sentence from the heart.

***

A plate of brightly colored cherry meat came out of the pot, and the aroma suddenly overflowed? But Master Lin stood by the stove with a serious face, his mouth pursed so much that he could almost hang up the oil bottle.

"Something is wrong with this dish?" He looked at that plate of cherry meat? It's like watching a child who hates iron but not steel? "The cherries are not full enough, and they are not bright enough to be red and colored. And you can't do this fire, whether it's big or small, the meat is stewed, and it has long lost its soft and fatty taste, which kind of cherry meat is it. ”

When the words fell, before Zhao Zimai and Lin Songyao could stop him, he poured out all the steaming cherry meat on the plate, leaving no residue at all.

Lin Songyao leaned down and whispered in Zhao Zimai's ear, "Master Lin is a celebrity chef, and he has extremely high requirements for his own dishes, and he can't listen to anyone's opinions, even his mother can't say anything about him, and he is very good." ”

Zhao Zimai watched Master Lin's skillful manipulation intently, his eyes didn't dare to leave half a minute, and he said, "The axis is good, he has lived for this dish all his life, and he has no requirements, how can he make a plate of good dishes that are unforgettable." ”

But a whole hour passed, but Master Lin still couldn't make a plate of cherry meat that satisfied him, and the pieces of meat that he discarded were already four or five catties, and he was tired in the basket at his feet.

And Lin Songyao, because he ate too much wine, was so tired that he went back to the room to lie down, and now there are only two people left in the stove room, Zhao Zimai and Master Lin.

"No, there's no way to make this dish." Master Lin was already tired and sweaty, and threw the long spoon in his hand into the pot angrily, no longer stirring, and let the meat in the pot slowly emit a burnt smell.

Zhao Zimai was a little reluctant in his heart, so he handed him a cup of tea, and said with a smile, "I see that you are also tired, it is better to lower your requirements, I am a layman, even if you make a dish perfectly, I can learn seven or eight points at most, or you will compose the dish to me, and I will go back and study it myself." ”

Hearing him say this, Master Lin put down the teacup in his hand with a "clang", "I said this son, the young master asked me to teach cooking, I didn't dare to disobey, but you let me teach so casually, and you learned so so-so, this point, please forgive me for being difficult to obey." Since this dish is from me, it can't ruin my reputation as someone Lin, and in the future, you will tell others that this cherry meat was learned from Master Lin of Wubi Pavilion, and when people eat it, they will say what kind of thing is this, I can't stand this. ”

His face was flushed, and his cheeks bulged out with anger, like a big frog with a wide mouth.

"So what do you say?" Zhao Zimai knew that he couldn't help him, and now he was asking for him, so he had to ask in a low voice.

"If you really want to learn, go to the Ambience Pavilion, where everything is available."

Zhao Zimai's face changed slightly, "But last night, a guy who ran the hall disappeared in Yuyin Mountain House, and no one has been found yet." ”

Master Lin glanced back at him disdainfully, "That's scared?" Simply like this, don't learn it, I should offend Gongzi and Aunt Rong this time, anyway, I have offended her more than once. ”

"Don't," Zhao Zimai remembered the appearance of Sang when he ate cherry meat, it was very focused, tasting carefully, tasting slowly, a pair of beautiful eyeballs gradually turned black when it chewed slowly, like a pair of black agate stones. "I'll go with you, perhaps, only the most authentic taste can wake her up."

"Finally said the right sentence, the process is a little worse, the taste is a thousand miles away, cooking is a delicate job, and you want to please the girl now, not serious, which girl is willing to take care of you."

Master Lin brought the pot of completely pasted cherry meat down from the stove, as if he understood what Zhao Zimai was saying, and answered lightly.