If you want to inherit the middle-aged man's wonton stall, you must at least know how to make wontons, Ning Hongdou was ashamed to ask, and pestered the middle-aged man to demonstrate it to himself several times.

Water and noodles are used for the skin, and the bread is served with vegetables, or meat, sugar, or honey and other fillings, and the skin is cooked in water. It is very simple to cook the wontons, but it is difficult to make them delicious, the skin of the wontons should be made into a square of one inch and eight minutes long, the skin should be very thin, and there should be a sense of transparency after cooking, and cold water should be added three times during the cooking process, so that the wontons can experience three sins and three floats, which is authentic.

Dumplings are heavily dipped in sauce, but this wonton is a heavy soup stock, and the soup that the middle-aged man taught Ning Hongdou is a thick soup made with large bones and low heat.

The master led the way in, and the cultivation depended on a person, and the middle-aged man who could tell Ning Hongdou had told him. As for whether it is good or not in the end, it can only rely on diligence and talent, a chef and a taste, and I can't force it.

The middle-aged man is eager to return to his hometown, and he will leave on the second day, and he will sell the house he lives in, and the buyer will come to collect the house in a few days. Before closing the house, Ning Hongdou and a few people can live here temporarily, as for what will happen in the future, it is not a matter for middle-aged men to worry about.

The meeting of Pingshui is already regarded as the end of benevolence and righteousness.

A bright moon ran over the branches.

The Yonghuan Fang in the night finally quieted down, and the Luo River introduced into the city looked dark, reflecting a little moonlight, making it even deeper and darker.

The red lanterns all over the city illuminate the night sky, but there are always places that can't be illuminated, and those who dare to go out at this time are either drunk or begging for a living in the dark.

Two black horses pulled a wagon wrapped in black cloth, the horses' hooves wrapped in soundproof cotton cloth, and even the wheels were specially treated, so that there was hardly any sound heard along the way.

Next to the carriage were seven or eight black-clad and leather-armored dart masters, constantly cursing something in their mouths, as if they were telling about the unevenness of the road.

In the shadows on the eaves, a shadow stood motionless against the wall, staring at the truck in dead silence.

The truck was quietly let in from the city gate, turning all the way, and was about to enter Yonghuanfang, when suddenly two men with rat eyes popped out, and their two eyes glanced at each other, looking nervous and vigilant.

The head of the dart master quietly took two steps forward, took out a waist card from his waist, and took out a sachet from the other side.

The two men's eyes skillfully took the sachet, glanced at the waist card again, and then disappeared directly at the entrance of the square without saying a word.

The younger dart master in the middle cursed in a low voice: "A group of shameless bloodsuckers, if you don't do shit, you will make money." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped on the back of the head: "Hades is good, the little ghost is difficult, these are all rules, and you must abide by the rules of doing a line." ”

The little dart master snorted coldly: "Do they say that the rules are the rules?"

As soon as the words fell.

A cold dagger suddenly stuck to the neck of the little dart master, and the next moment, several swords were unsheathed.

The owner of the dagger is the thin man with rat eyes, and he slowly leaned into the ear of the little dart master: "Little bastard, talk with a long brain, not everyone can mess with it, not everything can be said, Lao Tzu is in a good mood today, if you hear you squirting feces next time, be careful of your tongue." ”

A cold light flashed.

A strand of hair was cut off in front of the little dart master's forehead: "Get out!"

The dagger disappeared, and the swords of the dart masters were sheathed again, and the little dart master's face had turned the color of pig liver, but no one, including his leading master, comforted him. Eating this mouthful of food, there are some things that you have to go through sooner or later, and you can't bear this little difficulty, and you deserve to be able to walk the dart for the rest of your life.

The master who led the way of the little dart master, the first time he played a dart, he almost lost his life, and finally drank the urine of a knife man before he was released.

What the dart game wants is not righteousness, what the dart game wants is money, and harmony can make money.

After entering Yonghuan Fang, the carriage turned several more corners, and finally stopped at the entrance of a very deep alley, and these dart masters needed one person to pick up a wooden box, eight people, seven wooden boxes.

The boxes hadn't been moved off the wagon yet.

Suddenly.

"Gross!"

Out of nowhere, a disheveled woman with heavy makeup came out, full of alcohol, and spit on the carriage in one gulp.

It is estimated that the smell of wine has smoked the horses, and the two cool horses, which were originally quiet, began to gallop into the distance by themselves for no reason.

As if disturbed by the horse, the drunken woman turned over and fell to the head of the dart, and her mouth was not high or low.

The dart head frowned: "Chase the horse!"

I didn't go to help the woman who came up, and took three steps back very dexterously, there must be a demon if something happens, and those who walk darts must always be vigilant.

"Z!"

The next moment, a thin sword pierced out of the wall of the alley, and the tip of the sword pierced the throat of the dart head directly.

The little dart master who was still angry was the only one who went to help the drunken woman, and then he was stunned to find that this delicate woman who fell in his arms had eyes that were so clear and full of murderous aura: "There is ......"

He could only say one word, because it was too late, and the little dart master's heart was directly crushed.

Almost at the same time.

The soft sound of several crossbow pulling mechanisms was heard.

After three breaths, eight dart masters were killed, and they died thoroughly. The next moment, a group of gray-clothed porters appeared at the mouth of the alley, the corpses were thrown into the flat poles, and the blood stains on the ground were wiped clean, as if nothing had happened.

A whistle came from the mouth of the drunken woman, and the two cool horses that had just run away turned back obediently.

Perfect assassination, clean and clean robbery darts.

The drunken woman twisted her willow waist and reached out to pat the wooden box in the car very charmingly: "There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!"

It seemed that she was not worried about being seen at all, so the drunken woman directly lifted the lid of the wooden box, and opened them one by one, but her face slowly became cold: "Someone moved my box!"

His brows tightened, and his white fingers directly began to grope around the wooden box, and finally his fingertips stopped in a two-finger-wide hole: "Transferred?"

From the time the dart team entered Yonghuanfang, at this time, there was no half-burnt incense when it was full, everything was under their noses, and there could be no omission!

Unless!

The drunken woman looked at the route where the horses had just run, and only these few steps were the carriage out of sight...... She didn't see it, and in that blink of an eye, a shadow fell from the shadow of the eaves to the ground, and then got under the carriage, stabbed a sword into the wooden box, and took something away......

Before dawn, there was a mansion that was furious, and a wine glass was broken in an attic.

The next day, Luoyang City was cloudless and refreshing.

The seven teenagers got up early, no matter how sleepy they were, they had to get up, not diligent, but they were hungry, according to Ning Hongdou's words: "If you want to practice, you must eat your stomach first, and earning money is also a kind of cultivation." ”

Ning Hongdou bragged to Li Qiye before, where is there no money in sword cultivation, this is right, it is not right, it is indeed easy for sword cultivation to make money, but Ye Piaoling has never taught Ning Hongdou. She doesn't actually understand the doorway, so she has to ponder it slowly, learn it slowly, and can't be in a hurry. Besides, selling things is a new thing for teenagers, and even the Spring Night is a little exciting.