"Eh, let me ask you something!" Holding my arm, Ding Ling said to me with a grin.

"Call my husband and I'll sue you." I smiled, I said.

"Husband, is what you just said true? How do you know if your fingers are connected to those things? Ding Ling said, putting on a very studious look, I held her hand and walked out, ignoring the envious eyes of everyone and said: "Actually, it's not a secret, there is an idiom called index finger movement, haven't you heard of it?" ”

"I've heard of it, but what does this have to do with that?" Ding Ling said, blinking her eyes very curious, I rolled my eyelids and thought about it, and said to her: "You know what this idiom means, but do you know how this idiom came about?" ”

"I don't know, tell me about it." Knowing that I was going to show off, Ding Ling was very cooperative, and seeing that she was so well-behaved, I put the guy I borrowed from Old Man Chen under my arm and said to her unhurriedly:

"Actually, it's nothing, I remember, there is a history book recorded, about the Spring and Autumn Period, there was a very famous foodie named Gongzi Song, according to legend, every time he ate something very peculiar, his index finger would move by itself. Once, this guy took his little follower to see his monarch Zheng Linggong, and on the way, his index finger crackled and jumped. When the little follower saw it, he was very curious, and at this time Gongzi Song said to the little follower: See, we are going to eat something good! When the little follower heard this, he said, "How do you know?" Gongzi Song said to him quite proudly, my index finger is very special, it is delicious when it moves, if you don't believe it, just wait and see. As a result, he really said that he was right, when they went to see Zheng Linggong, they saw a cook carrying a big turtle and walking inside. ”

"What?" Hearing this, Ding Ling frowned suspiciously.

"Turtle." As I spoke, I drew a circle and said, "Didn't you study a text when you were a child, there was an article in junior high school called "Public Loss", which was mentioned there. ”

"I haven't been to junior high school" Ding Ling said, pouting fiercely, as soon as I heard this, I also remembered, this girl has been receiving killer training, and we are different, thinking of this, I smiled bitterly and quickly explained: "The turtle is a kind of turtle, very similar to the soft-shelled turtle, but there is no bone armor, only a very thick layer of hard skin wraps the body, and the size is much larger than the average soft-shelled turtle." This kind of thing still exists now, but it is already a national first-class protected animal, and it is rare to see it, and many history books say that at that time, this kind of thing was a delicacy that was extremely difficult to see, and it was difficult to encounter even the king of a country. ”

"Is it really that good?" When Ding Ling heard this, she was obviously interested, and when she looked like a foodie, I narrowed my eyes and squinted my eyes, at this time, the few people who followed behind were impatient, and hurriedly urged me to go on

I was so made laughing and crying by them that I could only continue: "Oh, where are you going? Oh, yes, they saw a cook carrying a turtle walking inside, and immediately laughed, and when they saw Zheng Linggong, they didn't finish laughing, Zheng Linggong looked at it, and wondered, saying you two are crazy, what are you laughing at when you have nothing to do!? When the little follower heard this, he hurriedly explained the matter of Gongzi Song's index finger, as soon as he said this, Zheng Linggong was immediately unhappy, and when he gave the soft-shelled turtle to the doctors to eat, he also summoned Gongzi Song, but he didn't give it to the other party in front of everyone, so he sincerely wanted to humiliate him. Seeing this, Gongzi Song was immediately furious, this product is also personalized enough, don't you want me to eat it, I will eat it for you, thinking of this, he walked to the Ding of the boiling king-eight and stirred it with his hands, licked his fingers and walked away. You know, in the past, this was a big disrespectful crime, so Zheng Linggong had a murderous intention to teach Gongzi Song a lesson, but Gongzi Song was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he killed the other party before his monarch did it. This story has been passed down for thousands of years, and this is how the idiom of the index finger comes from. ”

"It's really fake, don't lie to people~" Ding Ling said, grinning, I scraped her nose and continued: "It's nothing, in the past, this kind of thing had to be, but no one has figured out what the finger of that product has, I think, this matter has something to do with the incident we just encountered." I remember that the Ninth Master told me that every part of the human body has some very special effects, and casually giving up the same may bring bad luck to yourself. ”

"Oh." Ding Ling said, a little distracted, I tilted my head and asked her what she was thinking, but I didn't think that this girl said to me a little shyly: "I'm thinking, what kind of taste is that turtle soup you are talking about~ You say, is it really that delicious?" ”

"You stupid girl, you don't want to know what era it was. During the Spring and Autumn Period, there was no pot, and that kind of tripod was used to make cooking utensils. At that time, the best food was meat, and it was delicious to boil it in a pot and put a little salt and flowers, what are you envious of. Besides, the account of this story does not elaborate on how delicious the thing is, and the word they use is called 'peculiar smell', which literally translates to some unusual food, such as zombie meat, which is also a peculiar smell if it is used as food. ”

Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered, let this matter be a fuss, and the serious business has not been done yet.

There was no word along the way, and those who watched the excitement gradually dispersed when they saw that we didn't do anything.

At Mr. Chen's house, we had a meal, and I met Mr. Chen's son for the first time during the meal. The man was quite simple-looking, and he didn't see any ability. He doesn't like to talk much, but the sister-in-law Cuifen is very busy. Moreover, she and Ding Ling seem to be very close to each other, and the eldest sister-in-law of the two is very affectionate.

I reported to Mr. Chen about the matter on Lao Liu's side, and when he learned that I had given them a bad idea, the old man was amused and giggled, he shook his head, praised me for my good brain, and praised me for telling me not to do those things that hurt yin and morality.

The Taoist priest of Maoshan does not cultivate the truth, so he has always attached great importance to the retribution or something, I nodded, and naturally kept the precepts here in mind.

When I asked about the zombie alchemy, Old Man Chen was slightly stunned, and immediately asked me where I heard about this matter, I told him what I had experienced during this time, but he frowned and was silent for a long time.