The golden goosebumps unfurled, as if the door to a new world had opened in front of the five ghosts.

The eight colors opened together, and a special vitality came from the inside, and the five old ghosts took a deep breath, and the fragrance penetrated into the lungs along the nasal cavity, and the whole body felt warm.

The head of the chicken is still alive, and there is ginseng essence that is a great tonic to hang its life, and those organs in the belly of the chicken show different colors.

It was Zhao Ke who used hell carrion to make the shape of chicken internal organs, and transplanted it to him when the chicken was still alive.

The golden soup is poured into the belly of the chicken by Zhao Ke, and steamed through the high heat, the deliciousness of the soup will be completely absorbed by the rotten meat of hell, and the soup itself will increase the deliciousness of the muscles.

In the end, this umami fed by the soup will be directly pushed into the hell carrion in the chicken belly by Zhao Ke with his source hand.

"Yin and Yang Eight Treasures Chicken, please taste it!" Zhao Ke arched his hand and made a gesture of please.

However, this time, the five ghosts did not look at each other, although in front of them, they were full of fragrance, but it could be seen that they were still a little confused and suspicious.

The boss pointed at Bazhen Chicken and said, "This ...... Red and yellow, is it okay? ”

"Yin and Yang, we can understand the two words, Bazhen...... That Hachizhen? The third fox's suspicious eyes always felt a little strange.

At this time, Lao Wu showed his most crisp side, directly picking up a piece of meat and putting it in his mouth.

After chewing for a while, suddenly! As soon as Lao Wu's fingers loosened, the chopsticks fell from his hand, and his body trembled slightly involuntarily.

Seeing this, the other four ghosts were startled, and hurriedly asked, "Old Five? Old five? What happened to you? ”

"Goo-dong!"

I saw that Lao Wu swallowed the piece of meat in his mouth, his eyes became hazy, and he turned around and looked soft, I don't know why, so that the four ghosts felt a burst of hair all over their bodies.

The fifth child took a deep breath, grabbed the hands of the second and fourth children with both hands, and with a slight crying voice, he recalled the memory that he was about to forget.

"That year, I was still very young, and it was also the end of the year, when the firecrackers rang out outside, the two of us sat on the big bluestone at the entrance of the village, watching the fireworks in the sky, the two of us held hands together, we stared together, hazy eyes, let me can't help but kiss it, that is the best memory of my childhood."

Lao Wu's hazy eyes, it seems that the soul has traveled back to his childhood, the innocent eyes of the other party, aftertaste in the heart, with a deep sweetness, and a little more sour of green apples.

Zhao Ke stood aside and couldn't help asking, "What happened later?" ”

"Later!" Lao Wu looked slightly stunned.

Lao Wu's eyes were red for a while, he grabbed his two brothers' hands tightly, gritted his teeth and said: "Later, he took Xiaohong next door to my house as his wife!" ”

After hearing the words of the fifth child, the corners of the second and fourth children's mouths couldn't help twitching, watching the fifth child grab his hand, he couldn't help but tremble all over, shivered, and quickly pulled his hand out of the fifth child's hand.

"Ahem!"

Zhao Ke looked at Lao Wu's slender and stylish goatee, and not only regretted it in his heart, why did he mention this if he had nothing to do?

In order to alleviate the embarrassment, Zhao Ke pointed to Bazhen Chicken and explained: "These eight colors represent curiosity, innocence, satisfaction, happiness, good feeling, childlike fun, fantasy, and purity, so they are called Bazhen." ”

These eight emotions, in exchange for adults, each of them is comparable to gold, and they are even rarer in modern people.

Even if it is a child, Zhao Ke believes that it is estimated that there are not many emotions that can gather together.

On the contrary, the children in the village are still more or less retained.

This is true for adults living in the world, not to mention these old ghosts who have been in the world for a long time.

Zhao Ke went to the village just now, and gently took a small part from a few children, which did not affect their growth, at most it only made them feel a little depressed recently.

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he saw that the eyes of the five ghosts were shining, and the deliciousness of the food had already made them salivate, but if they could relive the feeling of that time, it would undoubtedly be even more precious.

Especially for those of them who have lived for hundreds of years, this feeling is even more precious.

"What I just ate must be pure!"

Lao Wu looked at the piece of meat he had just eaten, and his deep gaze attracted deep contempt and condemnation from the four brothers: "Get out!" Please do not insult the purity of our hearts. ”

Zhao Ke didn't reveal the answer, sat on the sofa, and watched the five ghosts slowly eat the hell meat in their mouths, compared to the explosion of taste buds, the ensuing emotional impact made the five ghosts' expressions more useful.

What is the ultimate goal of gastronomy?

For other chefs, it may be a complex dish or a back-to-basics palate.

But for Zhao Ke, it's not more about taste, not about craftsmanship, but about feeling.

It's like a wanderer who studied in a foreign country returned to his home and tasted a simple meal that his parents cooked for him.

Even if it's just a bowl of noodles, I believe it will be the most delicious dish in the world, and it is a taste that no restaurant can make.

Seeing the five grimaces on their faces, sometimes excited, sometimes silent, sometimes laughing, the five brothers sat at the table, reminiscing about the joy of their childhood, for them to believe that this meal was irreplaceable by any delicacy.

Just as he spoke, the faces of the five ghosts gradually began to show a bitter smile, and after the aftertaste, looking at his current self, all he left was the vicissitudes of life and the wrinkles on his face.

It's a pity that they are ghosts, and they can't cry tears, maybe this is how to remind them that they are no longer human, but a ghost.

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, do you know that there is a big red coffin." ”

These five old guys, before and after combined, to say the least, they will be two thousand years old, Zhao Ke wants to ask them, is there any rumors about the big red coffin, after all, in the ghost market, the big smoking gun did not finish speaking.

However, Zhao Ke's words were like a stone sinking into the sea, and none of the five ghosts responded.

However, Zhao Ke noticed that although they buried their heads in eating, they had obviously changed their rhythm, and they were no longer like before, take a bite and enjoy it.

"I really know!"

Zhao Ke's eyes lit up, these five guys must know some inside stories, at least more than that big smoking gun.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued to say to himself: "Hey, I saw a big red coffin in Changbai Mountain before, and I put that coffin upstairs." ”

"Boom!"

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he saw that the five ghosts didn't eat anymore, turned into a black mist, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Ke: "........."

Bell Bell ......

At this time, I listened to the cauldron on the side, clanging.

Zhao Ke stepped forward to untie the lid of the pot and took a look, and saw Lao Wu curled up into a ball of black balls, hiding inside, and his whole body was trembling.

Zhao Ke glared and looked, and with a grasp of his hand, he grabbed Lao Wu out of the pot, squinted and looked at Lao Wudao: "What, you are so afraid, can't this coffin be opened?" ”

"Can't open!"

The fifth child didn't speak, and when he arrived, a head poked out of the crockpot on the side, and it was the boss.

"Why can't you open it!" Zhao Ke asked.

"Unless it is the earth dragon who turns over and crashes into the gate of heaven, otherwise, whoever opens the coffin will go to fill her life, and Da Luo Jinxian will not be able to save it."

It was the third child who spoke, this thief was very good, he was actually hiding on the lamp tile, if he didn't speak, Zhao Ke wouldn't have noticed him.

"I haven't opened the coffin yet, what are you afraid of, come out, I'll make a joke for you."

Zhao Ke coaxed the five ghosts to come out, who knew that at this time, the fifth man suddenly broke free from Zhao Ke's hands, spread his legs and ran, and before leaving, he didn't forget to grab a mouthful of Bazhen chicken, stuffed it into his mouth, and shouted while eating:

"Whoever touches the red coffin, eight lifetimes of blood and bad luck, the disaster star and the fierce god followed, and he didn't dare to stay in the city in vain, you are unlucky, let's leave early!"

I saw the five ghosts shouting words, and in a blink of an eye, they pushed open the door of Zhao's guest room and ran out.

"You're not eating?"

Zhao Ke shouted from behind, secretly saying in his heart that it was not good, he used too much force, if he scared these five guys away, he would synthesize stamps in the future, and it would be yellow.

How do you know that after hearing Zhao Ke's words, the fourth child turned around and said: "We won't come next month, next month, if you are still alive during the Lantern Festival, we will come!" ”

When it came to the Lantern Festival, the boss seemed to think of something, looked back at Zhao Ke and said: "By the way, remember the Lantern Festival, you still have to go with us to the Yinyang Inn, cook for our distinguished guests, and live well!" Take more deep breaths! ”

When he said this, the five ghosts slipped away and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The words of the five ghosts, the angry Zhao Ke's nose was crooked, and he looked at the back of the five ghosts who disappeared, and scolded: "Phew! Lao Tzu's life is very hard, belonging to the turtle. ”

Saying this, Zhao Ke looked back and saw the butcher's box, actually lying on the dining table, eating a plate of Bazhen chicken cleanly, and even gnawing the plate, chirping, staring at Zhao Ke with a pair of eyes: "Hungry!" ”