The north wind howled, and the sound of snowflakes falling on the rooftops rattled.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the snow was falling on the roofs, and among the grasses, a thin layer of white snow was spread.

The eaves are all white, and the silver is very enchanting.

This is the first snow of the winter.

The rain in the hall fell, and Su Fan sat on the recliner and watched the snowflakes falling outside.

Seeing that the teapot on the tandoor next to him was boiling, he took it down and made a pot of spiritual tea for himself.

I poured myself a glass and slowly savored it with my eyes closed.

The spiritual tea that Lao Ye gave him was only a few dozen pieces left.

When I drank it before, I didn't take it seriously.

Later, there was not much spiritual tea, and Su Fan wanted to buy some more in the city, but when he asked the price, he almost didn't scare him to death.

The kind of spirit tea that Lao Ye gave him cost hundreds of spirit stones for one or two.

That's right, it's about two sales.

Such an expensive spiritual tea, he used to drink it as a cow, and he only knew that it was delicious, but he had never tasted it.

That's a pound of multi-spirit tea, adding up to thousands of spirit stones, and it's all about making you a disaster.

Now Su Fan is much more careful, and only puts two or three pieces at a time.

And each cup is carefully tasted, since he knows the value of spiritual tea, he feels that this tea is much better than before.

Su's private restaurant has been in business for more than two months, and business has been good.

Especially in the last month or so, six private rooms are simply not enough.

But Su Fan still didn't add a table, he booked first, and if he didn't book, he had to go to the back, and the later reservations were all lined up a few days later.

Although his ignorance annoyed the eldest sister of the inner gate, she would come over from time to time, but she never gave Su Fan a good face again.

Su Fan didn't take it seriously, even if he agreed to his senior sister's request, people would be able to give you a good face.

You are a small casual cultivator, and in the eyes of the inner disciples, you are not even a grass.

The most annoying thing is that Liu He's goods are getting more and more promising, and there are actually a few followers from the outer door behind him.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Su Fan frowned, who is it this morning.

He slouched up from his chaise longue and tried to open the door, but after a few steps he turned back and brought the teapot from the tandoor into the house.

"Who......"

He came to the gate of the courtyard and shouted outside.

"Su Daoyou, it's me......"

Su Fan heard that this person was one of his neighbors.

When he opened the door, he saw a middle-aged man named Feng Qi standing outside the door.

He was nearly fifty years old, with a slender face, a short beard, a smile, and narrow eyes.

Su Fan's eyes froze, and he smiled and said, "Congratulations, Feng Daoyou, the exercises have gone one step further......"

Listening to Su Fan's words, Feng Qi's face suddenly turned red.

"Alas...... After more than ten years of stuck, I finally broke through the ......"

Su Fan led Feng Qi into the courtyard, and the two sat down under the rain and poured him a glass of boiled water.

"I don't have a spiritual tea or anything, the hot water that has just been boiled, don't be surprised by Taoist friends......"

Feng Qi picked up the cup and took a sip.

"Fellow Daoist, your business is doing well. I see that someone came from Cangjiu City on purpose, just to eat this bite of your house. ”

Su Fan laughed quietly, but he was sneering in his heart.

The paralyzed ones were still noticed by those who had a heart.

"They are all some friends in the sect, they are tired of eating restaurants in the city, and if they want to taste the farmhouse game, I will help Zhang Luo."

Feng Qi looked at Su Fan with surprise on his face, and said, "Do you know someone from the Yin Luo Sect?" ”

"Well, there are a few fellow villagers in the sect who have always taken care of me."

"What I said, you can recruit so many sect disciples, they are very generous."

Su Fan shook his head and said, "It's okay, but I can't lose ......."

Listening to Su Fan's words, a trace of greed flowed out of Feng Qi's eyes.

"Su Daoyou, that's amazing, the spirit stones of the sect disciples are not easy to earn."

The two chatted a few more words, and Feng Qi left under the pretext of excuse.

Su Fan sent Feng Qi outside the courtyard, looked at the other party's back, and snorted.

He turned and went into the courtyard, his mind moving.

Sou!!

There was a cold breath behind her, and Sister Zhen didn't know where it came from.

Su Fan conveyed a thought, and Sister Zhen disappeared again.

He sneered, he really wouldn't die if he didn't do it.

Su Fan was still wondering, a few days ago, the fifth layer of Qi cultivation was not completed, how could he break through today, it turned out to be a golem.

Just now, he performed the "Smell Technique" and noticed a trace of the Golem's breath.

In fact, Feng Qibai has nothing to do with him at all.

But this thing obviously wants to beat his idea, which is particularly inauthentic.

At noon, Su Fan finished the main dishes of the six tables and sat in the courtyard waiting for the customers to come.

"Bang Dang ......"

The courtyard door was kicked open, and I saw my senior sister walking into the courtyard with a group of people.

She obviously had anger on her face, and she didn't give Su Fan a good face at all.

"In order to come to your place, I flew for an hour in the heavy snow, I am really idle......"

Su Fan said with a smile: "Senior sister, I specially got you a few pots, they are all new flavors, I will ensure that you are satisfied." ”

"Humph......"

The senior sister glared at him and entered the private room with a snort.

Liu He, who was like a dog, followed at a trot, and made a grimace at him when he entered the door.

Su Fan didn't pay attention to him at all, and now he is very annoyed by this thing's style.

When it snowed, he deliberately added a few pots, which was a more distinctive dish.

"Stewed lamb backbone with sauerkraut", "stewed beef offal with radish", "spicy duck head in dry pot", "braised pork with dried beans", "stewed kidney beans with pork ribs", "simple version of spicy fragrant pot", each pot is the size of a rice bowl.

It is served with a few refreshing mixed vegetables, as well as a few light vegetable stir-fries.

For this meal, don't you give ten medium-grade spirit stones, are you embarrassed?

There was spiritual charcoal under the six pots, and the burning pots were bubbling, and before they could eat it, the senior sister and a few of them drooled.

Su Fan also poured the spirits into small wine jugs, scalded them with boiling water, and served them.

The snow was falling heavily, and the north wind outside the window was blowing, but it was warm as spring in the private room.

Eating a steaming pot and drinking hot liquor is really one of life's great pleasures.

After arranging all the dishes on the six tables, Su Fan returned to his small courtyard.

Sou!!

A gust of wind blew, and Sister Zhen appeared behind Su Fan and conveyed her thoughts to him.

Su Fan waved his hand and sent Sister Zhen away, and then sneered.

It's paralyzing, and it's really memorable.

has already been touched twice, and this time Su Fan is ready to nip the crisis in the bud.

On a cold winter night, the cold wind was still blowing, revealing a biting chill.

The snow is still falling, and the snowflakes are falling from the sky overwhelmingly, and the wilderness is a desolate landscape.

Su Fan braved the heavy snow and ran on the snow.

Sister Zhen sent a thought, he slowly stopped, through the vast snow curtain, his eyes looked coldly at the valley in front of him.