As the sun went down, Master Qin's shop was still full of people, but Master Qin was not in a hurry at all, but was half-asleep and half-awake to study the recipes of the eight major cuisines and try them.

The waking half reads comic books, and the dreaming half delves into recipes.

It's called dual-mindedness.

Although Qin Yuelou in his previous life was also a person who couldn't cook, when he was financially free, he had more time to mess around.

After all, the word "Lingming" of the Lingming Stone Monkey is not an ornament, and the bonus to intelligence and hands-on ability is naturally extremely high, and he also carries all the divine soldier kitchenware specially created for him by the heavenly craftsman.

These eight pieces of divine soldier kitchenware were specially shaped into a situation without intelligence, and they were completely only subject to the control of Qin Yuelou, although the ability was not very powerful, but it could be described as legendary kitchenware when used on the cook's body.

There are knives that restore the freshness of the ingredients, knives that allow the ingredients to be processed directly, and jars that speed up fermentation...

But Qin Yuelou doesn't need it at the moment, because he always feels that he has to change the shape of these kitchen utensils, otherwise there will be a cross-border lawyer's letter.

"Master Qin still doesn't have much business today?" The young Xiucai asked Qin Yuelou with the book basket on his back.

Xiucai's surname is Wei, and his name is Xie Yuan, and the pattern of obtaining this name is quite large, but perhaps because his own life can't suppress this name, Wei Xie Yuan is still just a Xiucai.

Wei Xiucai is the teacher who came to "teach" in the slum "private school", the so-called "private school" is actually a shack built before Qin Yuelou came, this shack is cold in winter and warm in summer, and it leaks rain and wind, and some literate old people teach those little children to read here, but the literacy rate is also very limited.

Wei Xiucai's "volunteer teaching" is also free of charge, as for how he thought of coming to the slums to teach, he didn't say, but most people would shout Mr. Wei when they saw it, after all, people don't need money to educate their children to read and write, and they can't say it if they don't give face.

"No business, I don't care." Qin Yuelou stood up from the pony, "Do you want something to eat?"

"Me? Okay." Wei Xiucai thought about it for a while, found a place and sat down, "Let's have a bowl of noodles, how about beef ramen, Master Qin, will you make it?"

"I've eaten a lot, and even if I can't look at it, I'll be able to do it." Qin Yuelou smiled, "Wei Xiucai, look at what this is?"

Qin Yuelou said, took out the pocket watch from his arms, and shook it in front of Wei Xiucai.

"What's this?" Wei Xiucai asked Qin Yuelou.

"It's hypnosis, which allows you to tell your deepest desires."

"Just dangling around like this..." Boom!" "Snorr..."

"It's true that I can't hypnotize, but I'll marry dreams." Qin Yuelou performed the technique of marrying dreams and saw Wei Xiucai's dream clearly.

There are many theories about the causes of dreams, but it is understandable that the source of the material for dreams is based on what they have seen and heard.

When the fantasy, the intuition when watching comic movies, when all kinds of materials are combined, the dream will be formed, but the dream is illogical, too much bizarre, and it is natural to peep at it with the art of marrying dreams, and naturally it also needs some guidance.

In this way, Qin Yuelou may be called the Dreamstealing Grandmaster.

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He was frail and sick when he was young, and he was fortunate to meet the immortal Taoist, the Taoist crane had a childish face, quite a dusty posture, took out a round and full jujube from his pocket, soaked it in water and let it drink, and then after this conditioning every day, the body and bones gradually got better.

So he thought, wouldn't it be nice to want to worship that Taoist priest as a teacher, and from then on become an immortal and transcend life and death?

But the Taoist priest gave him a difficult problem like a test.

That is, no matter what you see, you can't make a sound no matter what, after all, those are just illusions when you cultivate.

He nodded in agreement, after all, he wanted to become an immortal.

So the old Taoist priest led him to the top of a certain mountain and taught him the method of eating qi.

The gods are immortal.

But within a few days, the Taoist priest disappeared

Missing, he was left alone on the top of the mountain, living in a house, practicing the method of eating qi every day.

Then he met a great general in armor, who was mighty and led hundreds of elite soldiers to the top of the mountain, and asked him to invite the old Taoist priest out.

He was silent, and the general became so angry that he ordered his head to be cut off.

He was then sentenced to death for his actions and tortured in hell.

But he remained silent.

Then the ghosts in the underworld captured the souls of his parents and tortured them in front of him for fun.

He wept bloodifully and wept bitterly, but he still did not speak.

Seeing that it could not be done, he increased the intensity of punishment until the torture was exhausted, and then he was thrown into reincarnation, but after reincarnation, he became a daughter.

So far, he still keeps in mind the old Taoist priest's entrustment.

After a long time, he still didn't speak, and he was regarded as a mute girl by the people around him.

Even though she is a dumb woman, she still has to marry,

However, before he got married, he was humiliated by a strong man, and although his face was painful, he still kept silent.

Although he married into someone else's family, he also suffered cold eyes and bullying.

But the belly is getting bigger and bigger, and I can't tell if it's a wild seed or... whose

When he was about to give birth, although the pain was heartbreaking, he still endured it, and the child was born healthy and healthy.

He looked at his child lovingly, but he still couldn't let go of his ambition to become an immortal, so he also played the role of a dumb girl.

As the child grows older, he also grows more and more at odds with his husband's family.

Until her husband drank too much wine, his anger finally broke out, insulting him for being a person who didn't know how to keep chastity, and scolding him for committing suicide when he was *** by a strong man, and even scolding the child for being a wild seed,

So the husband lifted up the child and threw it out.

The child's head fell on the stone, and suddenly his brain burst out, and blood splattered several steps away.

Also splattered in his face.

"Ah! Child!"

His beloved son was so heartfelt that he finally couldn't help crying.

But soon, he was pulled by the old Taoist priest by the hair and pressed into the water tank.

When he dragged his hair and fell together, he found that he was sitting on the top of the mountain again, practicing the method of eating qi.

The old Taoist priest was also in front of him.

It was dawn, and suddenly purple flames rushed up to the grass roof, and in the blink of an eye, the fire was raging, and the house was burned down.

The old Taoist priest said, "You unlucky boy, you have made me miserable! In your heart, joy, anger, sorrow, fear, evil, and desire have all been forgotten, only love you have not forgotten, if you don't make a sound when that guy drops your child in the fantasy world, my elixir can be refined, and you can become an immortal. It's a sigh, immortals are so rare! My elixir can be refined again, but you still have to go back to the human world, and continue to cultivate diligently in the future!"

So, the old Taoist priest disappeared.

Although he felt like a dream, he regretted what he had done.

But he is also more obsessed with immortality.

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In the blink of an eye, Wei Xiucai woke up, Qin Yuelou happened to put a bowl of noodles in front of him, and he couldn't remember what Qin Yuelou had just done.

"When did I fall asleep?"

"Just now, you may be too tired, so go back early to rest after eating noodles."

In the red-oily noodle soup, the snow-white noodles are of moderate thickness and more generous, and the palm-sized pieces of meat are thickly sliced, divided into seventeen or eighteen slices and covered with shredded noodles, with a little honey, which looks very sweet, in addition to the soft-boiled eggs that are cut, as well as pickled vegetables and dried shreds, and the portion is also sufficient.

Wei Xiucai picked up the chopsticks, flipped the noodles over, and the other dishes fell under them, then scooped up a few spoonfuls of chili oil, covered the noodles, and then poured some old vinegar and stirred a few times.

The snow-white noodles stained with chili oil also make them more red and spicy, and also increase the appetite.

I blew it and sucked it into my mouth

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The noodles are strong, very tough, the upper and lower teeth cut off the noodles, and after a little chewing, they swallowed it, and the chili pepper also stimulated the taste buds and esophagus, as if swallowing a blazing fireball and falling straight into the belly.

He couldn't help but think of the wine he secretly drank from the nomadic merchants in Western Xinjiang that his father had hidden when he was a child, and it was also spicy and slid into his mouth.

He couldn't help but think of his mother, who took care of him gently and carefully when he was sick in bed, and wept silently, hiding her face and crying.

As if because of the chili pepper, his forehead was sweaty.

Qin Yuelou also put the peeled garlic beside him.

"Try it, you have to eat garlic to eat noodles, otherwise it won't taste." Qin Yuelou's words seemed to bewitch him like a magic power.

So he threw the garlic clove into his mouth, chewing, the spicy and choking taste made him can't help but eat a big mouthful of noodles to cover up, and even took a sip of soup to wash it away, but still shed tears because of the irritation.

He recalled that his sweetheart married someone else, and in order to get ahead, he also studied hard under the ardent hope of his parents, but he only took the test of a showman's fame, bitter, the opportunity to become an immortal was wasted by himself, and the opportunity to get ahead was messed up by himself, bitter.

He picked up a piece of flesh that was glowing with honey.

"What is this?" Wei Xiucai asked Qin Yuelou.

"It's barbecued pork, it's very sweet." Qin Yuelou said, and then said Dajingguan, "These are barbecued pork, very sweet."

Wei Xiucai took a bite, and the refreshing sweetness emanated from the piece of meat.

He recalled that at that time, his sweetheart's face was flushed, and he handed the lotus root to Wei Xiucai, and said shyly, "The lotus seeds are sweet, I specially picked them for you to eat."

So he couldn't help but laugh, ate a few more pieces, and the spicy was finally overpowered.

He picked up half of the soft-boiled egg, the yolk flowing, and the mouth was slippery, but it had a little earthy bitterness.

The world is bitter, the world is bitter, the gods are good, the gods are good, but after suffering so much, don't you still not become an immortal? It's bitter. It's bitter.

With a sigh, Wei Xiucai ate all the soft-boiled eggs, and then ate a few pieces of barbecued pork, and swallowed the noodles.

Every time you take a bite, memories of the past come flooding back to me.

Every time he swallowed the food in his mouth, the children in the shack made him more and more reluctant.

When he came back to his senses, his mouth was still fragrant, but in front of him was a bowl of clear soup as clear as water.

"What's going on?" Wei Xiucai was puzzled.

Qin Yuelou answered as if he could read minds, but he didn't raise his head, and looked at the comic book by himself: "This soup is very domineering, and I don't like other seasonings except for my own flavor, so the ones you just ate have absorbed other flavors that don't belong to the original taste, and now there is only this bowl of clear soup left, and I don't know how to read minds, don't look at me like this, drink some soup to warm your stomach, after all, the original soup is the original food."

Wei Xiucai looked at Master Qin, who was reading the comics absent-mindedly, and drank the soup as he said.

The moment you enter it, it spreads from the tip of your tongue to the root of your tongue, and your taste buds are praising it in unison, this noodle soup is so delicious, not the kind of freshness that is seasoned violently, but the deliciousness of the ingredients that complement each other.

It is a domineering delicacy that completely dilutes the previous taste residues, leaving only its own authentic taste.

But the bittersweet and bittersweet reverberated in the heart, and all kinds of joy, anger, sorrow, fear, evil, and desire from the past also flowed back into the brain.

What becomes an immortal, what immortality, is so insignificant in the memories of the past.

The love of parents, the love of relatives and friends, the love of ignorance, the hidden love, the love of licking calves, all the love fills the body and mind.

He also put down his face and drank the soup with a bowl without grace.

"It's delicious." He put down the bowl, burped, and praised with tears in his eyes.

"Do you want to use the lives of those children in the shack to prolong their lives?" Qin Yuelou's voice fell, shattering his heart like thunder

Defend.

"I, this, you, aren't..." Wei Xiucai didn't know what to say in a panic because his little secret was exposed.

"Don't ask me how I know, everyone has secrets, I can see your suffering and struggles, so I want to pull you before you cause a tragedy, if you insist on going your own way and want to fall into the Infernal Hell, then I will also make you a severed head after stopping you."

Master Qin put away the comic book, opened his legs, took out the cigarette case from the pocket of his apron, knocked it, knocked out three or two cigarettes of different heights, and put them in his mouth.

I took out a box of matches, wiped them, and lit the cigarette in my mouth while guarding the flame, and the light of the fire illuminated half of the face, and the other half of the lining was gloomy and cold, and then I shook the wooden pole, and the flame was extinguished, leaving a small half of the black branch, and then the fingers bounced out.

Master Qin exhaled a puff of smoke, got up and flipped through the sign, and now there was only one "seven" left.

He didn't care about Wei Xiucai, but he gave Wei Xiucai a slap in the face with food, turning over the brand of Qin Yuelou, leaving an unfathomable back, as well as the nine-patterned and nine-clawed red dragon embroidery behind the slim pure white chef's uniform, and four words were written in the middle of the embroidery [One meal a day].

The tattooed dragon was agile, swaying agile in the chef's suit, as if it was wandering in a cloud pool.

"I... Not anymore." Wei Xiucai exhaled and spit out his heart at Qin Yuelou's back.

As his heart was revealed, some of the obsessions that had been brewing in his heart were also relieved.

If you want to use the lives of others to inflict evil laws and satisfy your own desire for immortality, can you still be considered a human being?

Wei Xiucai got up, bowed to Qin Yuelou, and then left with a comfortable heart.

There are many strange people in the market, and Wei Xiucai can be regarded as opening his eyes once.

And Qin Yuelou turned his head and glanced at Wei Xiucai, and the nine-patterned and nine-clawed red dragon behind him also disappeared.

"It's enough, it's really awesome."

He sighed and smoked his cigarette and repeated.

"That's a beep."