Chapter 841: Original Spiritual Delicacies

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Several people entered the Chu Pavilion.

Xin Lin didn't take long to send a few small plates up.

"This ......"

Everyone looked at the plate and were stunned, what is this?

"Try it."

Xin Lin smiled.

Sure enough, this snack was unique enough, and no one present had ever eaten it.

"Xin Xiaoyou."

Several people were about to move their chopsticks, and Jiang Qing's voice came from outside.

Jiang Qing and the guys from the Zixiao Refining Medicine Hall came.

"Over there, there seems to be a bit of trouble over there."

Jiang Qing was well-informed, and Taoyao Pavilion was returned to Lingshou Peach Bag, and he got the news in a while.

"Oh? Is there something wrong with the Lingshou peach bag? ”

Seeing Jiang Qing nodding, Xin Lin was a little surprised.

"It was said that Taichang Temple was looking for someone to retreat."

Jiang Qing was also a little surprised.

The monks of Taichang Temple rarely go out, and this time they actually went directly to return the Lingshou peach bag, and chose to return today, which is obviously not in line with the style of Taichang Temple.

"Is it a young monk?"

Xin Lin blinked.

"Little boss, there is a monk standing at the door of us, it seems that he is here to make a fortune."

A gang member was in front of the crowd to solicit customers, and when he saw someone, he went to Chu Xiaoguan to arrest him, and he happened to see a monk, so he brought it over.

Xin Lin looked out and was immediately happy.

Jiang Qing was also stunned when he saw the person coming, his mouth moved, and he was about to say something, but he saw the monk look at him.

The two looked at each other, Jiang Qing looked at the monk's robe on the person who came, and did not make a sound.

"Monk Fengxi, you're back, I heard that you went out with Taichang Temple to run errands."

Xin Lin saw the monk of Fengxi and said with a smile.

"I just came back, and I miss the little donor's buns a little."

On the face of the wind-breathing monk, a touch of color flashed.

"There are no steamed buns in the restaurant today, but don't worry, the new dim sum I prepared can be eaten by everyone. The horse is shocking, and the guests are greeted quickly. ”

Xin Lin saw Chu Xiaoguan, who was gradually gaining popularity, and his little face was full of smiles.

"Master."

Jiang Qing bowed, and his words were quite respectful.

The wind breathed his head and bowed.

The two tacitly made a gesture of invitation and sat down separately.

"Wow, Mingshang, it's a shame that we came early, if we come late, I'm afraid we won't even have a place."

Outside, there was another shouting and shouting.

Zuo Mingshang and the round-faced girl Huang Xuerou walked in.

The two of them have some friendship with Xin Lin.

After hearing about the competition between Xin Lin and Yang Su, he rushed over and wanted to make Xin Lin popular.

finally found Chu Xiaoguan, and Huang Xuerou made a fuss.

"Wait, Mingshang, don't you think, this is a little familiar here, isn't this the place where I bought the delicious food buns earlier?"

Huang Xuerou takes a look at the shop.

Isn't it, a food hall opened next to the coffin shop, there won't be a second one in the entire Zixiao City.

"So speaking of which, you're actually the one who sells the delicious food buns?"

Huang Xuerou pointed at Xin Lin, so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth.

"I don't sell steamed buns today, but the dim sum I sell today will never be worse than the delicious steamed buns."

Xin Lin ordered someone to prepare a snack for each person

"This is a snack? Isn't this a lotus root? ”

Huang Xuerou is an authentic foodie, she looked at the things on the plate and looked puzzled.

"This dim sum is called Jia Lotus Tiancheng, let's try it first. It's not delicious, you don't need money. ”

Xin Lin explained on the side, although he has some knowledge of his craft, but the new dish is still a new dish, Xin Lin was cautious and watched everyone's reaction.