"That friend? Is it that pen pal? Zhuo Xiu picked up the chopsticks and chopsticks, pulled down the barbecued pork and green vegetables in the bowl, and his eyes were gloomy.

"Well, it's him, every time I ate barbecued pork with him before, he would give me half of the barbecued pork because he didn't like it." It is no secret that Gao Xiaoxiao said that Zhuang Hui was a pen pal.

In addition, she did leave Fu Zhengzong a few times after she got well, and she couldn't find anything wrong with finding a time to eat with this "pen pal" a few times, so she didn't take precautions, to tell the truth.

When Zhuo Xiu heard that it was really her friend again, he was depressed, and dragged her wooden bowl over, almost pulling all the few barbecued pork in it into the wooden bowl of laughter.

"That's right, I don't like to eat this stuff either, so I'll give it all to you."

Isn't it just giving her meat? What friend can make, he can too, and he can make more.

Gao Xiaoxiao was surprised by the sudden extra barbecued pork Xiaoshan in the bowl, he thought Zhuo Xiu was joking, but after taking a look at his more serious expression, the question that he really didn't like to eat still couldn't be asked.

Instead, when he was cooking, he seemed to inadvertently ask him what he liked to eat.

Zhuo Xiu took a chopstick of green vegetables and put it in the mouth of the rice, chewed and swallowed it, and told the truth: "I like to eat the fried chicken that my adoptive mother made for me once before, this kind of thing is paired with a drink called soda that she specially made, it tastes very good." ”

"Fried ...... Fried chicken? Gao Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Zhuo Xiu's adoptive mother was a traversal person, and it was understandable that she would make this kind of thing for Zhuo Xiu.

As for soda, she also knows a way to do it, but she still hasn't tried it.

She thought that Zhuo Xiu came to Baishan this time, and brought his puppet to her as a coolie, so she still needed to give someone a gift.

Why don't you wait until today to go to the Dust Pavilion to see the situation, and at dinner, she will make him fried chicken once.

Zhuo Xiu saw that Gao Xiaoxiao turned into a contemplative state after listening to his reply, and quickly guessed that she should know how to do this thing.

I was more convinced of the speculation that she and his adoptive mother were from the same place, and after a "hmm" sound, he asked her, "Xiaoxiao, if you can, I wonder if you can try to do it for me?" I'm not very good at cooking, and I don't usually make things that I can eat. ”

"Absolutely." Gao Xiaoxiao was still thinking about how to take the initiative to tell him about this, so he took the initiative to mention it, and quickly responded.

"As for the soda you mentioned, I can't make it for you anytime soon, because it will take some time to make it too."

If she remembers it well, it would take at least three days to make it with pine needles, sugar, and purified water.

It just so happens that there are also natural snowy landscapes and pine needles nearby, but there is almost a bit of sugar.

After eating the barbecued pork rice, Gao Xiaoxiao found a vendor selling colorful fruits and bought some caramel that was not very pure, but the taste was not much different from white sugar.

Then I bought an empty porcelain jar, found a lake with white mountains and snowy landscapes, and prepared snowy landscapes.

In the last step, she used the coniferous forest growing near the snow-capped mountains to ask the master of the national character face to help pick up some pine needles, wash them, put them in a porcelain jar, and seal them with a stopper.

When all the steps were done, it was four o'clock in the afternoon, and there was still some time before the end of the day.

Gao Xiaoxiao returned to the tent under the escort of the master of the national character face, and after finding a safe place for the porcelain jar, as soon as he turned around, he bumped into Zhuo Xiu's unclear expression.

"Zhuo Xiu? What's wrong? ”

Could it be that the process of making this sparkling water was too sloppy for him, or did he feel that he couldn't drink it?

"It's nothing, it's just a little accidental, what you did is exactly the same as when my adoptive mother did it for me."

The steps of making sparkling water, since Gao Xiaoxiao dared to reveal it in front of Zhuo Xiu, of course, she had already made an excuse for herself.

When he wiped the filth on his hands with a hot handkerchief, he looked back at him: "Of course it's exactly the same, after all, I did it according to the "Drink Book" left by your adoptive mother. ”

At that time, he went to the puppet sect, and after knowing that Zhuo Xiu's adoptive mother was a traverser, Gao Xiaoxiao deliberately went to investigate this person.

She felt that as a traverser, when she arrived in a strange place, she would definitely not leave nothing behind.

Sure enough, she found out that Zhuo Shuren's mother also left two books, "Drink Record" and "Snack Collection", but because the method was very strange at that time, not many people bought it, and the bookstore that printed it was used to press the bottom of the box.

It just happened to be cheaper, and she, a later book wearer, could directly use what was left by others, not to mention, and would not be suspected.

Zhuo Xiu didn't know about this matter, and his brows were still furrowed after listening to Gao Xiaoxiao's words.

It wasn't until Gao Xiaoxiao took out the two books from the storage talisman and handed them to him that he believed a little.

It's just that he has a keen sense that the snack set does not record the practice of the thing called "cake", which shows that the person in front of him has something to do with his adoptive mother.

For these speculations, he still pressed them, did not confide in them, just pretended to be abrupt, and asked Gao Xiaoxiao if there was more, and did not mention the matter again.

When the sun over the white mountain was gradually obscured by the large white clouds drifting over, the time came to the beginning of the day.

Disciples from the Five Sects, as well as some Jianghu guests, gathered in front of the Dust Pavilion, waiting for the stone gate to open.

This is called the Dust Pavilion, and the good things in it are not only the dust left by the ancestors, but also the treasures of various categories and grades.

Like the non-folding wood that Gao Xiaoxiao needs, it is in it.

But whether she can get it or not depends on her luck.

If you are lucky, you can get what you want in a crowd of treasures when you go in, and if you are not good, when you are sent out by the Dust Pavilion, you can only look for it up and down the White Mountain.

Since the Dust Pavilion is built in Baishan, some of the treasures stored in it are naturally produced on the mountain.

In the memory of the original body, this dust pavilion can accommodate at least fifty people at a time, and after sending it in, no matter how many treasures you see, you can only take one that has a fate with it in the end, as long as you take it, even if you come again next time, you can't get any treasures.

And the other feather called the white-tailed long-billed dove needed to make the dust whisk is easier to find than the non-folding wood, so the main purpose of Gao Xiaoxiao is to go in and try his luck to see if he can find the non-folding wood.

But before that, she had to settle the grievances between Gao Ziang and the original body.

Seeing another batch of fifty people being sent out with the treasures they got, Gao Xiaoxiao glanced at Gao Ziang with an impatient face and asked him to follow her later.

What was the truth back then, let Gao Ziang follow her in, and you can know.