At the moment when the mustard is eaten.

Xuanhuang Old Ancestor's pupils suddenly tightened, his gaze was instantly dull, and his whole body was as stiff as a huge rock on the Mesopotamian plain that had weathered for thousands of years, and he didn't move at all.

Broken!

It can't be food poisoning, right?

Looking at Xuanhuang Ancestor's dementia, Ma Xiaozhen began to feel weak, he waved his hand in front of Xuanhuang Ancestor for a while, but Xuanhuang Ancestor's eyes seemed to be unable to move, still not moving.

Do you want to call an ambulance?

How much does an ambulance cost?

After half a ring, just when Ma Xiaozhen began to hesitate to sell blood for money and call an ambulance, Xuanhuang Ancestor suddenly moved......

Xuanhuang Old Ancestor's whole body twitched, like the purest virgin shivering in the deepest part of his room, as if with a dizzying sense of coolness and nothingness, he groaned for a while, and then seemed to send out a cry and call from the deepest part of his soul directly from his stomach:

"the mud horse!"

"Oh, how can you scold people? Is there any quality!" Ma Xiaozhen was anxious.

Xuanhuang Old Ancestor didn't answer, two lines of cloudy old tears suddenly flowed from his dull eyes, still intoxicated by the pleasure of the tsunami-like attack of the mountain just now.

It's so delicious!

It's so delicious!

As soon as the mustard just entered the mouth, a fragrance of the cabbage head suddenly drove straight in, like an extremely sharp sword piercing the nose. Immediately afterwards, the fragrance suddenly burst open, and this fragrance that was like nothing, turned a thousand times into an intoxicating fragrance in an instant.

The rich and stimulating feeling spread and penetrated in his mouth, flowing through his throat like a tide, and with a rapid and continuous spring feeling churning on the tip of his tongue, a trace of warmth penetrated into his body, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Every nerve is shouting, every taste bud is reveling, every drop of blood is boiling......

At this moment, no matter how flowery the language is, it seems so pale and weak.

It is better to "lying in the groove mud horse", which can fully express the mood of Xuanhuang Ancestor.

"Damn, is it that exaggerated?"

Ma Xiaozhen glanced at Xuanhuang Ancestor with disdain.

This old boy is too exaggerated and contrived, he is simply an Oscar winner!

It's just a bag of mustard, no matter how delicious it is, how delicious it can be.

Ma Xiaozhen glanced at Xuanhuang Ancestor with disdain, and also picked up a mustard and threw it into his mouth carelessly.

Exactly like Xuanhuang Ancestor, at the moment when that mustard was entered, Ma Xiaozhen was also instantly stunned.

He felt like he was exploding.

It was as if thousands of explosives burst in an instant, striking each of his taste buds with the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, fragrant and other flavors of life, hugging, rolling, and capturing with his entire body......

Blend into one, resist and linger!

It's delicious!

At that moment, Ma Xiaozhen felt as if everything in the world had returned to nothingness. He didn't even feel his presence. As far as the eye can see, they cannot see the expression of any person, and they hear but hear not a single sound, only the light flickering in front of their eyes, and only the Sanskrit sound ringing softly in their ears.

The front of me was hazy, and it was like a fog gradually spreading, but with a little bit of pink, looming, like an ambiguous tulle in a hibiscus tent, and like a faint mist on the lotus pond in the spring rain.

Is it heaven, is it mortal, or is it hell?

Ma Xiaozhen was in a trance, he didn't know where he was, he only felt that there was only one himself between heaven and earth, and his heart was peaceful and joyful, extremely peaceful.

Suddenly, Ma Xiaozhen only felt a wave in his heart.

A jade foot gently stepped out of the mist.

It was really a jade foot, just like the best texture of mutton fat white jade carefully carved, delicate and moisturizing, without a trace of flaws, natural, but without a wisp, which made people's blood gush.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of long, watery and well-proportioned jade legs stepped out of it, this is a beautiful woman, she is smiling, beautiful eyes, beautiful eyes, beautiful eyes, and breathing......

Is it Chen Moyao, or which teacher of Deyi Shuangxin in a love and action blockbuster?

Before Ma Xiaozhen could see clearly, the woman had already rushed into Ma Xiaozhen's arms with a fragrant wind.

Ma Xiaozhen only felt a soft and warm fragrance in his heart, and his whole body trembled like electricity, and his belly was hot, like a volcano about to erupt, and finally mustered up the courage, opened his arms, and stroked the woman.

With this open embrace, Ma Xiaozhen felt as if he was completely integrated with the sky, the sky, the fog, the water, and the woman......

It seems like only a second has passed, and it seems like a thousand years have passed.

The woman suddenly fell into Ma Xiaozhen's arms, turned into a wisp of smoke, and the incense soul drifted away, disappearing.

In an instant, Ma Xiaozhen only felt that his mind was clear, and the vague scene in front of him gradually became clear, and the heat in his belly had gradually receded.

Ma Xiaozhen's body trembled, knowing that the mustard had entered his throat and entered his body. It turns out that any fairyland beauty is just a dream, like a dream bubble.

It's just that the soft and warm fragrance on the hand seems to have residual warmth.

For a while, many emotions such as ecstasy, hesitation, sadness, nostalgia, anger and so on came one after another, hitting Ma Xiaozhen's heart, Ma Xiaozhen was in a trance, with a dizzying sense of coolness and nothingness, and issued the same three-word sigh as Xuanhuang Ancestor-

"the mud horse!"

At this moment, Ma Xiaozhen felt the mood of Xuanhuang Ancestor very much.

Yes, language is utterly pale and powerless.

What Chu Ci Han Fu, what Tang and Song poems and Yuan songs, what Ming and Qing novels, at this moment, are not as good as the four words "lying in the groove mud horse", which can express Ma Xiaozhen's shock and heartfelt praise for this bag of mustard.

This dish should only be in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world.

Taste this dish, you can die at night!

Ma Xiaozhen burst into tears.

It's delicious!

Is this still mustard?

Sure enough, it is worthy of the four words "supreme delicious".

Ma Xiaozhen couldn't help hugging Xuanhuang Ancestor, and the two of them were moved to tears for the same package of mustard and the same dream.

Suddenly, Ma Xiaozhen's mobile phone rang, interrupting the tears of the two old men.

Ma Xiaozhen connected the phone, and Chen Moyao's voice came from the mobile phone.

"Hey, horse...... Ma Xiaozhen......"

On weekdays, Chen Moyao's soft and glutinous baby voice is very good, but today she stammered, as if with a hint of nervousness and shyness.

Ma Xiaozhen's mind suddenly appeared with Chen Moyao's beautiful smile like a hibiscus flower, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile, and he responded softly.

"yes, are you looking for me?"

"I ...... Yes...... Can you please do me a favor......" Chen Moyao stammered: "Just have a meal with me...... Champs-Élysées restaurant ......"

"Have a meal?"

Ma Xiaozhen was stunned for a moment, and in line with the mentality of not eating for nothing, he made a statement with the momentum of the jingle of the bell with lightning speed: "Eat! You have to eat!"