However, Xiao Yang has a withdrawn personality and does not fit in with everyone. He often went down the hill to buy knick-knacks, sheep and cows. Ning Chenqian didn't grab the end of the abyss, and put down the dishes and chopsticks regretfully.

If it weren't for Chu Huanhuan, Ning Chenqian of the Liuyun Sect would never have thought of this person at all. He's like a non-existent person, he doesn't care about big or small matters, and his identity is a little embarrassing. Xiao Yang was originally a disciple of the former elder of the Six Flames Peak, and the previous matter was no longer exquisite, but after Xiaoxiao took over the position of the second elder, he did not embarrass him. It was he who didn't want to stay in Six Flames Peak, so he invited himself to move to Xiyao Mountain.

According to the seniority, you have to call a little uncle, Xiao Yang lives in a simple place, and he doesn't ask about the affairs of the sect, so everyone doesn't know that there is a little uncle.

Small medicine stoves, thatched houses, clouds and clouds, have their own leisure. Xiao Yang is not very old, about seventeen or eighteen, looking a little sick and weak, dressed in a smoky green robe, and his thin figure squatting to take care of the medicine field. Behind him, the thatched hut was shabby, but it was well kept, and there was something boiling in the house, and there was a faint smoke rising from the house. Xiao Yang wiped the fine sweat on his forehead with his sleeve and noticed Chu Huanhuan and his party outside the door.

He glanced at it casually, didn't mean to say hello, and went straight into the house.

"We don't seem to be very welcome." Chu Huanhuan looked at Xiao Yang, as if he was not very difficult to get along with.

"Uncle Xiao has been away from the world for a long time, so he doesn't want anyone to disturb him." Ning Chenqian also saw this little uncle for the first time.

At the end of the abyss, the golden eyes rolled and did not speak.

"Uncle Junior, we have something to ask for, can we go in?" Chu Huanhuan didn't rush in, and shouted outside at the top of his voice.

There was not even a movement in the house, let alone a reply. Ning Chenqian signaled to go in first, the small medicine field was well taken care of by Xiao Yang, and the grade of the spiritual plant was not high, but it was more abundant than the spiritual energy in the Western Medicine Mountain. There are traces of his life everywhere, compared to the disciples in the Liuyun Sect who are busy cultivating, they don't know where the cultivation is. The thatched hut is dry and refreshing, with the smell of medicinal herbs, and it is faint and not smoky.

"Ning Chenqian, a disciple of Qingning Peak, has seen Uncle Xiao." Ning Chenqian didn't forget the etiquette he should have, and there was a faint smile on his face. As the saying goes, reach out and don't hit the smiling person.

"Chu Huanhuan, a disciple of Tiannan Peak, has seen Uncle Xiao." Chu Huanhuan also painted a scoop according to the gourd.

Yuan Mo stood aside, did not speak or salute, obediently quiet as a background board.

Xiao Yangben was grinding Astragalus's hand, paused, his gaze stayed on Chu Huanhuan for a moment, and then continued the movement at hand. He doesn't look cold, it's the complete opposite of Chu Li, and it even makes people look close. The appearance of the little boy with red lips and white teeth looks like he has not suffered much, and he is the most favored youngest son in the family, even if he doesn't speak, it makes people feel that he is smiling.

"I wonder if Uncle Xiao can cut his love and let us have a cow and sheep? What Uncle Xiao wants, just mention it. Chu Huanhuan saw that he didn't say anything to drive away, so he boldly made a request.

"Tiannanfeng ......" Xiao Yang sealed the ground powder with a bamboo tube: "I heard that you are good at cooking." ”

"It's over, it's over." Chu Huanhuan didn't think that he mentioned this stubble first, and now in the Liuyun Sect, she is no longer Chu Lian's sister, a waste, but a good dish.

In the cultivation realm, she is also the only one.

"If you can make a meaty dish without meat. Cattle and sheep are as you go. Xiao Yang threw out a difficult question, and in the blink of an eye, he went to fiddle with the herbs.

"Uncle Xiao, you ......" Ning Chenqian felt that Xiao Yang was not kind and unwilling to give, so he said bluntly, why bother?

"Well, can you borrow the stove room?" Chu Huanhuan was happy in his heart, there was such a good thing?

"Yes." Xiao Yang didn't give them a look, I don't know if he thinks they can't do it, or if he doesn't think there's any need to bother.

The stove room is not big, it is very clean, and there are all kinds of vegetables and fruits. Xiao Yang really knows how to cook, but depending on the degree of use of the stove, at most he can simply make some boiling cabbage? It's no wonder that Chu Huanhuan thinks so, because the seasoning is only salt, and there is no excess. As soon as Yuan Mo entered the stove room, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Chu Huanhuan eagerly. Ning Chenqian frowned, looking at this stove room, there was really no meat at all.

"Isn't he a bully? Why did you say yes? It's really not good, let's go down the mountain and buy it. Ning Chenqian didn't dare to say too loudly, only complained a little.

"Look at me." Chu Huanhuan didn't care, and ordered Yuan Mo to say two sentences, asking him to go to the secret realm to get the materials.

There are many different alternatives to meat, and soy products are definitely the first choice. Looking at the ingredients he always prepared in the stove room, all of them were vegetarian dishes, Chu Huanhuan probably had an idea in his heart. Ning Chenqian searched around and found that there was no meat in the stove room, and it was really a vegetarian dish except for vegetarian dishes. It's really strange, Uncle Xiao's cultivation should be Bigu, why do you still open a stove to cook?

Yuan Mo was particularly fanatical about eating, and soon brought out the ingredients that Chu Huanhuan wanted from the secret realm.

"Master, don't you want oil?" Fuchimo put the ingredients in the basket on the table.

"Naturally, I didn't let you take a few peanuts? Raise snakes for a thousand days, use snakes for a while, and so on, it's up to you. Chu Huanhuan patted Yuan Mo's shoulder.

There are no traces of meat in Xiao Yang's stove room, Chu Huanhuan deliberately kept an eye on it, he must be very sensitive to the smell of meat, so the meat oil on weekdays can't be used. The canteen still uses meat oil, so it seems that Uncle Xiao should not have eaten the meal in the canteen. There are also many options for vegetable oil, but considering the difficulty of obtaining it, peanut oil is the least difficult.

After peeling the peanuts, fry them over high heat until golden brown, let them cool slightly and crush them into powder. The oil paper is wrapped into a large cake shape, and the oil is crushed to produce oil, and the peanut oil is considered to be done. Originally, it was a little harder, but Yuanmo's body cultivation was nowhere to call, so it was easy for him to use his spiritual power to squeeze oil. Chu Huanhuan prepared the side dishes, and made some adjustments according to Xiao Yang's taste.

Bamboo shoots, fresh mushrooms, leeks, tofu skin, make vegetarian roast duck first-class!

The tofu skin is softened in warm water, and the bamboo shoots, fresh mushrooms, and leeks are shredded. Soy sauce, sugar, oil, a small amount of water, prepare the sauce. The softened tofu skin is first brushed with a layer of sauce, and then covered with shredded vegetables in turn and rolled into a roll. If you want to reproduce the taste of meat, it's all about seasoning. Heat the pan with cold oil, add the vegetarian roast duck, fry until golden brown on both sides, pour in a little hot water and pour in the remaining sauce, add star anise and simmer until the juice is reduced.

"It smells weird. I'll taste it and see if it tastes meaty. "Ning Chenqian's chopsticks are ready.

"Master, the slave will taste it for you first!" Yuan Mo has been guarding the pot for a long time, waiting for the pot to come out.

"Taste it." Chu Huanhuan took out a few vegetarian roast geese and asked them to eat them first.

The thick sauce hangs on the tofu skin, and the crispness of the vegetables on the inside creates a double stimulus with the heaviness of the sauce.

"Delicious! Huanhuan, another day, you can let the dining hall serve this dish, it will definitely be liked by the nuns! After Ning Chenqian ate it, his eyes lit up.

"Uh-huh!" At the end of the year, he didn't care what Ning Chenqian said, he just concentrated on cooking.

Xiao Yang sat in front of the bookcase, holding a pen and writing something. The appearance of him lying at the desk reminded Chu Huanhuan of some fragments, such as when Chu Lian was still in the Chu family when he was a child, he also studied hard like this. Xiao Yang had already smelled the tempting fragrance, the pen in his hand paused, and the ink dripped on the rice paper, and he was dizzy. Chu Huanhuan served the vegetarian roast goose and handed over the chopsticks.

It doesn't seem to have anything to do with meat, but it smells like meat. Xiao Yang looked at the vegetarian roast goose on the plate in a daze, and he really couldn't tell what it was made of. He can't touch the meat, even if he asks the slightest smell of meat, he can vomit for a long time. But this dish smelled of meat, and he didn't vomit. He didn't take the chopsticks for a long time, and Chu Huanhuan couldn't help tilting his head.

"Uncle Junior, can you try it?" Chu Huanhuan felt that there was nothing wrong with the plating, did it look so unpalatable?

He took the chopsticks, hesitated, and picked up a piece to take a bite.

After being speechless for a long time, the expression on Xiao Yang's face was much more complicated than that of a vegetarian roast goose. Maybe it can be called wanting to cry and laugh at the same time? Chu Huanhuan looked at his face tangled into a muggle, and couldn't help but panic in his heart, the taste of this kind of thing, the gap between people is too big. No one dares to guarantee 100% that they can make a dish that everyone is satisfied with.

"Can you tell me how this dish is made?" Xiao Yang's eyes were moist, and even his words trembled slightly.

"Of course." After Chu Huanhuan repeated it, he saw Xiao Yang's expression become solemn again.

"Really no meat?" Xiao Yang frowned, and the chopsticks in his hand were not put away.

"Uncle Xiao, you don't let you use meat, Huanhuan doesn't use any meat. You mean what you say, but you can't be fooled! Ning Chenqian saw that Xiao Yang's expression was wrong, and hurriedly said.

"My words naturally count, and you can use the cattle and sheep." Xiao Yang put down his chopsticks, a little lonely, and didn't move the dish again.

"Thank you, Uncle Junior." Ning Chenqian was happily about to go out to catch cattle and sheep.

Xiao Yang stared at the dish of distraction, as if trapped in some kind of memory.

"Uncle Xiao, why don't you eat meat?" Chu Huanhuan saw that he seemed to be very pitiful, and couldn't help asking.

“...... I saw the meat, I smelled it, and I wanted to vomit. Not intentionally to embarrass you. Thank you. Xiao Yang shook his head and did not explain again.

In the end, they took a sheep, squeezed two large buckets of milk, and said goodbye to Uncle Xiaoshi. Chu Huanhuan felt that Xiao Yang's character was not withdrawn, nor was it difficult to get along with, judging from his words, there was probably something hidden. The disciple of the former elder has a style that is incompatible with the Liuyun Sect, it is not like he was forced, it is he who has been practicing like this. In addition, she discovered one more thing.

Xiao Yang was writing prescriptions, and there were many wrapped medicine bags in his room. Chu Huanhuan glanced at his prescription cursoly, the herbs on it were not difficult to understand, but very simple. It is some prescriptions for the treatment of typhoid fever and rheumatism, and I also carefully wrote how to decoction and take it several times a day. The disciples of the Liuyun Sect naturally don't need it, Qingning Feng is proficient in the Dan Dao, and if he is seriously injured, he will only have a few pills.

These prescriptions are obviously for mortals.

Ning Chenqian said that he often went down the mountain, thinking that he would go to see a doctor for mortals.