Ling Muyu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and only turned around after he had completely calmed down. Wang Bo'an waited quietly on the side at this time, without disturbing or asking anything. Seeing Ling Muyu turn around, he said with a smile: "Let's go." The two breads last night were almost digested, and I don't know how the morning in Fuzhou Mansion is compared to the capital?"

Ling Muyu listened, nodded, stepped forward to check the pulse of Wang Bo'an's right arm, and after concentrating for a moment, said: "Under the light, the 'Breeze Qingfeng' in the meridians in the body has gradually dissipated, and it is estimated that with at most half a cup of tea, the eldest brother's internal strength can return to normal." ”

"None of that matters. Wang Bo'an seemed to have a very good heart at this time, and said to Ling Muyu: "But this night, thank you for Brother Yu's care, after thinking about it, I really feel like a world away." ”

Ling Muyu listened, shook his head, and didn't say more, the two of them slowly walked out of the cave together, and walked down the mountain stream, Ling Muyu walked briskly, yawned and said: "After eating some food, find an inn to sleep well, I haven't had a normal rest in the past few days." Walking and walking, as if realizing something, he said to Wang Bo'an: "By the way, big brother, your luggage is all lost, so are you still entangled?"

Wang Bo'an listened, faced the rising sun, laughed, and ran forward, "Brother Yu, this time, you are troubled." Ling Muyu was stunned for a moment, and chased after him with a smile.

At noon, in a clean and tidy inn in Fuzhou City, Ling Muyu was indulging in sleep, but was woken up by a knock on the door, and then a voice outside the door came from his ears, "Brother Yu, have you woken up?" ”

Ling Muyu shook his head at this time, allowing himself to come to his senses completely, and while quickly tidying up his appearance, he responded: "Big brother, you go down and wait for me first, and I'll come after washing up." Wang Bo'an, who was outside the door, agreed, and went downstairs first.

When he arrived downstairs, Wang Boan called Xiao Er and prepared to order something to eat in advance.

The taste of Fuzhou cuisine is mainly "light, fresh and fragrant, sweet and sour", the selection of materials is fine, the dishes are rigorous, and special attention is paid to the cooking of soup, and it is rumored that there is a saying of "one soup and ten changes". The most common cooking methods are "slipping, steaming, stir-frying, simmering, and stewing". Among them, Buddha jumping over the wall, chicken soup with sea mussels, Babao red sturgeon rice, lychee, drunken chicken, and snail slices are all famous local dishes.

However, Wang Bo'an came here for the first time, so he naturally didn't know very well, so under the recommendation of Xiao Er, he just ordered three or four small dishes at random

Stop.

After a while, the dishes were served one by one. Wang Bo'an didn't move his chopsticks, and after a while, he heard a sound of footsteps going downstairs, and naturally Ling Muyu came out. At this time, it was the time of noon, and there were still a lot of diners in the store on the first floor, but Ling Muyu still saw Wang Bo'an sitting there at a glance, Wang Bo'an did not wave his hand or make any movements, and there was no special mark on it, but he was sitting there so ordinarily, and he naturally revealed a unique temperament.

Ling Muyu walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and just sat down, before he could greet Wang Bo'an, he was already attracted by a dish in front of him.

"This is?" Ling Muyu picked up the chopsticks, poked them twice and exclaimed, "Taiji Diagram!" One of the four dishes in front of him looked like it was composed of one black and one white standing on both sides, black and white, and the pattern was almost exactly the same as the Taiji Diagram that Ling Muyu was all too familiar with.

"Fragrant rice and green mushroom rice, purple taro soup with vegetables. Wang Bo'an groaned.

After Ling Muyu heard this, he said with some confusion: "What does the eldest brother mean is that this is made of taro?"

Wang Bo'an saw Ling Muyu's embarrassment and said with a smile: "This name 'Taiji taro paste' is a characteristic traditional spot in Fuzhou, which is made of local betel nut taro as raw material, steamed with sugar and lard. If it hadn't been for Xiao Er's explanation to me before, reminding me that my mouth might be hot, I'm afraid I would be the same as Brother Yu. ”

Ling Muyu had already passed the initial accident at this time, tasted it carefully, and said: "This dish is simple and generous, the taro paste is delicate and smooth, sweet and delicious, and has a unique flavor. And,"

"I like the way it looks. Ling Muyu praised.

"If you can't even order food, how can you be considered a confidant and friend. Wang Boan said, and the two started talking while eating.

Although Ling Muyu did not cultivate the Tao and become a monk, after all, he grew up in the True Martial Arts Concept since he was a child, and studied more Taoism and cultivation, so he never drank alcohol, but Wang Boan had no worries, he thought that he was deposed to a remote place alone, alone, but he didn't expect to make friends after the catastrophe, so he had a very good heart, and couldn't help but drink a few cups.

"Brother Yu, do you know the origin of this taro paste?" Wang Bo'an didn't plan to get drunk, so after a few drinks, he didn't drink again.

"Big brother is coming to test me again. Ling Muyu said with a smile.

"If the junior brother knows well," Ling Muyu said, "it should have originated from the army. I heard that once when a unit of the dynasty camped in the mountains for repairs, the cunning enemy seized this opportunity and surrounded the soldiers in an attempt to trap them to death. After running out of food, everyone had to dig wild vegetables

, peel the bark to satisfy hunger, and after digging wild vegetables, you can only dig wild taro. But the taro is numb and hard, and it is difficult to swallow. ”

"Well," Wang Bo'an nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes." And then. ”

Ling Muyu glared at Wang Bo'an, and continued helplessly: "After that, the guy inadvertently used steaming instead of cooking, but it was steamed and cooked, and the powder was fragrant and easy to swallow. The soldiers thus survived the difficulties, and this practice spread to the people. ”

"I didn't expect Brother Yu to have this skill, so well-read and knowledgeable, if I think I want to be a storyteller, I must be the best in this, and the wealth is rolling in. Wang Boan clapped his hands and praised.

Ling Muyu shook his head and said, "Big brother, don't make fun of the little brother." However, when it comes to storytelling, there is one person who can be called the first. ”

"Oh, who?" asked Wang Bo'an curiously.

Ling Muyu said: "That is a senior in the rivers and lakes, who claims to know me, but is not the ignorant who knows nothing, but the five mouths of me, which means that any anecdote that happened on the rivers and lakes, there is nothing he does not know, so he is respected and called 'I know everything', speaking of which, I have some friends with this senior, and I have had several relationships, and I don't know where he is fiddling with his storytelling stall at this time." ”