Wu Tianhua didn't stay long in Wen Wanwan's place, and left the aid station after explaining the matter.

As one of the principals of this shamanic vault, he has some things to reveal, but some things must be principled.

If he stays here for too long, it will not only affect him, but also Wen Wanwan.

A referee who stays at the player's home for so long, rumors will definitely spread.

The shaman hides once every five years, and the reward for each time is extremely high, and those who belong to the shaman's lineage basically have their eyes fixed on it.

Some troubles can be avoided, and it is better to avoid them.

Wen Wanwan sent Wu Tianhua away, glanced at the invitation card in his hand, and then walked upstairs with his steps.

Shen Nan and Bai Han were serving a large group of forest cats in the cage, feeding medicine, filling food, and changing water, and they were only halfway busy for such a long time.

"Shen Nan, I'm going to go out once in a few days."

"When?"

"Seven days later."

Shen Nan touched the nose of a little guy, and then nodded.

"How long are you going?"

"About three days, the aid station will ask you then!"

"No problem!"

Anyway, it's not the first time, and Bai Han, who is gradually familiar with the work, plus her medical skills, is still no problem sitting in the aid station.

As long as there is no large-scale incident like the last time, it is actually very easy overall.

Time is like Gai Jiuyou, who was born in the wrong era, and ended in the sword with a brilliant voice.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the next night, and Wen Wanwan sat in the courtyard looking at the data of the recent live broadcast.

A phone ringing made Wen Wanwan quickly stand up.

"Hello Ms. Wen, the courier Xiao Zizi is everywhere, I have arrived at the door of the aid station, please sign for it."

"It's coming!"

At this point, she hasn't returned to her room yet, and a large part of the reason is that she is waiting for the courier to come to the door.

I opened the door of the aid station, and I saw a man with glasses who looked a little polite.

"No, your courier, please sign for it!"

Wen Wanwan looked at the lockbox in front of her, and quickly entered the password given to her by Yaomen.

With a clicking sound, the huge lockbox popped open, revealing the medicinal herbs inside.

Wen Wanwan checked them one by one, and then nodded.

"No problem!"

"Please give a five-star review!"

Xiao Zizai asked Wen Wanwan to sign the acceptance form, and then said goodbye and left.

After relocking the lockbox, Wen Wanwan also returned to the rescue station upstairs to rest.

Time is like Sister Bao'er's memory, which always disappears piecemeal.

Seven days passed in a blink of an eye, and after Wen Wanwan handed over all the pills made to Shen Nan, she also took the high-speed train to Shengjing.

The first thing he did after getting off the high-speed train, Wen Wanwan did not contact the hotel, and did not go to the place where the shaman hid the competition.

Instead, he went straight to a time-honored store on Middle Street and ordered five chicken racks and a bowl of beef noodles.

No chicken's rack can leave Shengjing intact, just like no duck can leave the capital alive.

As the favorite delicacy of Shengjing people, chicken racks can be seen in noodle restaurants, restaurants, and barbecue stalls.

Wen Wanwan looked at the chicken rack on the plate, and immediately turned out her live broadcast equipment from her backpack.

Looking at the information in the background urging his live broadcast, his face was suddenly filled with a smile of gluttony (crippled) people (forbearance).

With the adjustment of cameras and radio equipment, the dark live broadcast room also ushered in the light.

The Chinese crocodile is beaten every day: [Throne! 】

Xia Minglang: [Sofa, something is a little wrong! 】

Ink-dyed Cheng: [Front row, what's on the plate?] 】

Wen Wanwan looked at the barrage in the live broadcast room, put the camera on the other side, and then picked up a chicken rack with chopsticks.

"I'm currently in Shengjing, the capital of LN Province, and what you see is Shengjing gourmet chicken rack."

"The marinated chicken rack is mixed with chili oil and coriander shallots, as long as a little sugar is sprinkled with a little sugar, this taste can be said to make people not want to eat."

While speaking, Wen Wanwan quickly took a bite of the chicken rack, and after eating the noodles again, he continued to popularize science.

"The earliest practice of chicken rack was handed down during the Qing Dynasty, and it was a folk delicacy from the beginning."

"And there is a legend about this delicacy, although I don't know whether it's true or not, but I'll tell you about it."

"Legend has it that during the Chongde period, the perennial war caused countless children to live on the streets, and there was a cook in the Baylor family who couldn't bear it and wanted to give the children something to eat."

"But everyone knows that the pigtailed animals will never have such kindness."

"The cook thought about it for a long time, and then came up with a way to classify all the chickens eaten in the house and divide the chicken breasts, chicken wings, chicken heads and legs into the table."

"I said it was for the convenience of eating, but in fact, I cooked the leftover chicken bones in old soup, and then found a chance to replenish the body of those children."

"Later, because of a delay, I couldn't deliver them immediately, which caused all these chicken racks to break."

So he came up with a way to smoke the chicken racks and store them for a longer time, which not only makes the chicken racks last longer, but also tastes great.

"It was from this time that the folk gradually appeared to have a delicacy about chicken racks."

"Because it doesn't have much meat itself, and it's something that the big man doesn't want, the people at the bottom during that time ate meat."

"But it's a pity that the chef who invented this method was found by the housekeeper and beat him to death."

Wen Wanwan doesn't know whether this story is true or not, but it is indeed the most widely circulated theory about chicken racks in Shengjing.

At first, the live broadcast room thought that I could hear some beautiful stories, but the more I listened, the more right it became, and when this ending was said, a large question mark had floated in the live broadcast room.

Don't be a rookie dog: [Knock, I thought it could be a love story!] 】

One bite of melon: [My melon seed drink and crayfish are ready, just listen to this for me? ] 】

Shuyu Wutong: [No, don't you want the chicken rack, why do you want to kill the cook? 】

Looking at the live broadcast room that was about to rebel, Wen Wanwan was snorting on the chicken rack and eating noodles, and the whole person was extremely happy.

After lunch, Wen Wanwan rubbed her stomach and stood up.

"It's not easy to come to Shengjing once, and I'll take everyone to the conservation base here to see a special animal."

Wen Wanwan, who spoke, had already finished paying, and quickly took a taxi towards the destination.

As the taxi stopped in a suburban yard, Wen Wanwan also dialed a number.

(End of chapter)