Yang Mingtai's room is on the second floor, it is a small suite, the inside is a small bedroom, only enough for one bed, the outer room is his studio and study, more than three times larger than the bedroom, three of the walls are occupied by bookshelves, leaving only the entrance door and the passage to the bedroom, and an unusually large table is placed next to the remaining wall, this table is divided into two parts, the right is wooden, the left is metal, this table is Yang Mingtai's desk, but also his workbench. On the wall above the workbench hangs a fan with four large characters in the body of the slab bridge - "Rare and confused".

When Qin Bofeng looked for Yang Mingtai, Yang Mingtai was sitting at the workbench assembling an anesthetic pistol, and the anesthetic was taken as a byproduct of his failed soul cultivation in his youth. Mento is an excellent soul planter, but not a good cook. At that time, he just wanted to make a different fruit, but the fruit he planted was numb and astringent, just licked it, and let him lie on the ground for a long time unconscious, he was too lazy to name the fruit, so he used "Ma Boiling San" as the name. At that time, the world was peaceful, and the people were not sick or sick on weekdays, so this thing didn't come in handy. The only effective use was when a guy who was very bored nearby, and asked a few people to run hundreds of miles to climb the mountain and look far away, accidentally broke his leg, and when he was carried back, he kept howling that I was going to die, and Mingtai gave him a lick of "Ma Boiling San", and this guy shut up.

Yang Mingtai disassembled, assembled and disassembled, he was very attentive, but there always seemed to be some problems with the combination between the various components. In his own words, he is engaged in metaphysics, and as long as he has anything to do with earth technology, he will be blind. When Qin Bofeng found him, he had already disassembled the gun more than a dozen times.

"Jiu Cheng, what are you doing here?" Jiu Cheng is Yang Mingtai's cousin, and the men of the Yang family have cousins. Qin Bofeng was a cultural person during the Republic of China period before he crossed over, and the habit of shouting table characters has not changed even after a thousand years. He was a little surprised when he saw the gun in Mingtai's hand. "How could Lord Yuwan allow you to grow this thing?"

"I just planted some components and assembled them myself, and I didn't know what it was for. Mingtai said:

In Jiuqiu, anything that may threaten life is forbidden, fire is the thing that makes Yu Wan mad the most, where Yu Wan exists, as long as someone makes a fire, she will quickly drill out a hollow rhizome, spew out a water dragon to extinguish the fire, and use a vine branch to hang the person who made the fire in the air for a day to show punishment, and now, there is one more punishment, and the energy point of half a year is confiscated. must make a fire, and can only go to the desert to barbecue like Zhou Lin. Axes, knives, guns and saws are also forbidden, even kitchen knives, and if you do need a kitchen knife, you can only grow a bladeless bricklaying knife and then find a stone yourself to slowly polish. However, in the former Jiuqiu, there was really no need for these things to exist.

Mentro successfully assembled the pistol again and tried to pull the trigger, but was still very dissatisfied. While groping for the firearm, he said to Qin Bofeng: "This is just a tranquilizer gun, at most it makes people incapacitated for a short time, and it does not hurt people, nor is it a violation of harmony." ”

After hearing this, Qin Bofeng breathed a sigh of relief, after all, he had lived in a peaceful world for thousands of years, and he was still very resistant to killing weapons. However, his face quickly became solemn again, and he said: "Jiu Cheng has always been generous and benevolent, and this approach must not be a boring move. Is it really that bad?"

Mingtai's face was also a little heavy, "The news from the past two days has revealed that ten more people are missing from Kunwu's side. I have asked every village and town to form a militia group, and when they go out, they must go together. The people around me, I also hope that they have more self-protection ability. ”

Qin Bofeng nodded, suddenly a little nervous: "Aren't you worried about Mingshu and that kid?"

Mingtai said: "With Mingshu's protection, I don't worry about Li Xiang's safety." ”

Qin Bofeng was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, smiled slightly, and said, "Then aren't you worried that the two young people will be together all day long and fall in love for a long time?"

Mingtai said: "If you can have love, it is also fate." If not, even if I tie them together every day, I won't be able to get together. Young people's affairs, we don't have to worry about that. ”

Qin Bofeng snorted: "That's because I'm too worried." ”

"Brother Bofeng is looking for me, is there something wrong?" When Qin Bofeng entered the door, Mingtai saw a big pocket in his hand, obviously Bofeng was not here to chat.

Qin Bofeng, who has always been in a hurry, rarely hesitated, and after a pause of two seconds, he looked at Mingtai: "Jiucheng, I am here to resign to you." ”

Mingtai was surprised: "Why is this? This kid made you angry?"

"No, I just don't think I'm qualified to be his teacher. ”

Yang Mingtai said "oh", Qin Bofeng had already taken out a fruit from his big pocket and handed it to him, Mingtai opened it, black jade and blue stream?

Mingtai was surprised: "These are all done by He Yafei?"

"I just told him about it, and he did. ”

Yang Mingtai stared at these two dishes with interest for a long time, then went to find a spoon, took a spoonful and tasted it in his mouth, and said for a long time: "Yafei, this kid will give me some surprises from time to time, this dish is similar in shape, taste, and even the taste is very close, but Brother Bofeng ignored one point. Qin Bofeng even said that he wanted to hear the details, but Mingtai didn't speak, just handed him the spoon in his hand. Qin Bofeng had no choice but to take the spoon and taste it, chewing and chewing, as if he had noticed something, frowned slightly, took another spoonful and ate it, only then raised his head and said that it seemed to be less medicinal.

Qin Bofeng was awakened by Ming Tai, and he didn't feel that his old face was red, Master Qi Yun had studied medicinal food all his life, and medicinal properties were the soul of his dishes, but as a disciple, he ignored it.

Yang Mingtai laughed and said: "Yafei, this kid has talent, but after all, he was born in a wild road, and he made good dishes in his hometown, and he also thought about it himself." If there is systematic training, there may be higher room for growth. ”

Qin Bofeng sighed and said, "I'll do my best." It seems that He Yafei's performance is too amazing, which makes him a little lacking in confidence. He arched his hand and left with his empty pocket.

At noon the next day, when Yang Mingtai began to assemble another gun, Gangba came, saying that his surname was Qin and he was looking for him. After Qin Bofeng arrived, Yang Mingtai set up a small courtyard for him on the cliff alone, and kicked He Yafei over to live with him, so that he could listen to the teachings at any time. Gangba went to He Yafei to go to "Hutu Huta" in the morning, and saw that He Yafei was busy planting dishes, so he kept watching there, and it was a morning when he saw it, and when he arrived at the meal, he was assigned by Qin Bofeng to invite Mingtai, and the boss in his heart was unhappy.

Yang Mingtai came to Qin Bofeng's small courtyard, and more than a dozen vegetables were planted in the courtyard, which were full of heavy fruits. On a square table in the center of the courtyard, there were six large and small open fruit shells. Qin Bofeng saw Mingtai coming in, and hurriedly greeted: "Jiucheng, you haven't had lunch yet, let's come over and try the craftsmanship of Asia and Africa." Gangba, go and call Song and Ban over. Gangba couldn't wait to knock a stick at Qin Bofeng, and he really didn't think of himself as an outsider.

There are three typical Sichuan dishes in the dish, back pot pork, boiled pork slices and mapo tofu. Considering that Brother Tai may not eat spicy, He Yafei planted two light dishes, millet abalone porridge and bamboo sunflower pork rib soup. Another salad with fruit is specially prepared for the three of Gangba, and it is also the largest portion. The three of them sat down, and Gangba, Song and Ban couldn't sit down, so they could only eat while standing.

Mingtai was about to move his chopsticks, but was stopped by Qin Bofeng: "Don't panic for a long time, Yafei has prepared good things." As he spoke, he took out a large fruit shell from under the table, and only a small opening was made on the fruit shell, and Qin Bofeng tilted the fruit shell to pour a bowl of slurry for each person, and when the slurry flowed out, the strong fruit aroma mixed with the intoxicating fragrance came to the nose. "Fruit wine?" Mingtai couldn't wait to take a sip of the bowl, the fruity wine was fresh, refreshing, and it tasted good. There are also many people in Jiuqiu who make wine from the fruit, but for some reason, the fermentation effect is always unsatisfactory, and the sweet water made is only slightly drunk, and the taste is not as good as the juice directly squeezed.

Gangba and the others had little interest in imitation meat dishes, and concentrated on dealing with fruit wine and salad mixed with fruit. The appearance of several people eating is a little strange, Song used broom silk to wrap the food and drag it into his "grass skirt", but he couldn't see where his mouth was, when he drank fruit wine, a few broom silk poked into the bowl containing fruit wine, and the fruit wine decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye, it seems that his broom silk can not only wrap around things, whip He Yafei's buttocks, but also make straws. Ben sucked through the air with the tail of his banana, and a crisp pop could be heard as the food flew out of the husk and into Ban's body. Gangba sticks out his meat tube from his head and feeds in the husk unhurriedly, sometimes affecting Bandi's eating, causing Ban to shout at him dissatisfied, and Gangba will take the meat tube back from the husk, and when Ban goes to suck the fruit wine, he will probe the meat tube back into the husk.

Qin Bofeng's hometown of Hunan, is very partial to spicy, but the chili pepper he bakes is spicy, but how can there be the fragrance of chili, he concentrates on dealing with three Sichuan dishes, a mouthful of wine and a dish, and the mouth is constantly amazed: "The craftsmanship of Asia and Africa is really a must, this boiled meat slices are spicy and fragrant, the meat is tender and the vegetables are fresh, the meat is fat but not greasy, full of fragrant, and it is very authentic." There is also this mapo tofu, the spicy is just right, the tofu is tender and smooth, and the authentic Chen mapo is nothing more than that. "It is often said that Hunan people are afraid of hemp, maybe Qin Bofeng is an exception. He took a sip of wine, this fruit wine was crisp and fragrant, and the wine was strong, and the old man could not grow such a good bar. Qin Bofeng is really a straightforward character, there is one thing to say, even if the object of discussion is Shizun, it is not subtle.

Although Yang Mingtai's ancestors are from Sichuan, no one in the family has the skills of a chef, and they can't concoct authentic spicy. Occasionally, I asked Master Qi Yun for some dish seeds, which were all light medicinal food. Thousands of years have passed, and the taste of the Yang family has become weaker and weaker. Can't deal with Sichuan cuisine, Mingtai can only drink millet porridge and eat bamboo sun. Fortunately, the millet porridge is salty and delicious, and the bamboo sunflower soaked in the rich soup is also quite smooth, and Yang Mingtai also praised "wonderful" in his heart. Perhaps because of his centuries-old vegetarian diet, he wasn't very interested in imitation meat, but out of curiosity, he ate an abalone and tasted a piece of pork ribs. The abalone is firm and chewy, and the pork ribs are crispy and melt in your mouth.

Yang Mingtai also ate Qin Bofeng's imitation meat dishes, and the taste is far from that of Asia and Africa. In the face of Mingtai's inquiry, Qin Bofeng waved his hand, "What am I, at best, it is a soy product like meat, and this is authentic in Asia and Africa." Jiu Cheng you were born and raised here, but you don't know the dishes of your hometown. It's been a thousand years, and I've finally tasted home again. This upright man was so moved that his eyes were moist.

In fact, Qin Bofeng didn't know that Yang Mingtai's soul had seen the dishes of his hometown, but he hadn't experienced it himself. Seeing Qin Bofeng eating with tears in his eyes, Yang Mingtai became curious, and couldn't help but sandwich a piece of mapo tofu, which was spicy, and he hurriedly used millet porridge and fruit wine to suppress the shock. Is there a "hemp boiling powder" added to this thing? But it is indeed a very strange taste experience, obviously afraid of spicy, but still have the urge to try again.

"Yafei, how did you do it?" Yang Mingtai asked Yafei curiously. Judging from Qin Bofeng's performance, Yafei's cooking level is obviously above him, and in some respects even surpasses Master Qi Yun. He secretly felt a little proud in his heart, originally Yafei and Kunzi were brought over as Li Xiang's additive, but he didn't expect to pick up a treasure.

He Yafei, who has always been respectful to Mr. or Brother Tai, has been silent this time. Qin Bofeng sighed faintly beside him, "I asked for a morning, but he didn't tell me until I participated in his Hutu Huta game." Yang Mingtai jokingly asked him whether he would participate or not? Qin Bofeng was stunned for a while, then drained the wine in the bowl in one gulp, and went!

He Yafei next to him jumped up excitedly, "Uncle Qin, just wait for your words, I'm pretending to be bitter." ”

In order to abduct the uncle, he endured it all morning without speaking, which was really hard. Half of what he did was also for Gangba, and Gangba said that if he could make the surnamed Qin also Hutuhuta, he would not be angry.