The bowl is the most common stoneware bowl, black and red, and although it is not glazed, it is also very clean. The milky white haggis soup is filled with green onions and chopped coriander, and the black and white soup can also attract people's appetite just by looking at it.

Such a bowl of haggis soup was put in front of the green donkey pulling the cart. The black-shirted young man who was driving the car took a pair of ebony hairpins and silver chopsticks from his teacher's hand, took a pair of crisp lamb tripe from the chopsticks, and sent it to the green donkey's mouth.

It is natural for donkeys to eat grass, even if it is a general's war horse, it is just to eat some beans and wheat mixed with eggs. However, this young donkey can eat meat, and when he opens his mouth, he rolls the belly of the lamb into his mouth with his tongue, and chews it so much that it looks extremely happy.

Wei Ye watched the little mute feeding the green donkey tripe on the side, and didn't care about the strange eyes of the master and the little man, patted his thigh with emotion, and said: "It's really the way, I haven't eaten anything good along the way, and I rely on these pills to support it." Now that it has arrived in Zhangye County, it should be called to eat and make up. ”

Seeing the guest talking, Xiao Wei put the glazed white porcelain bottle in his hand into his sleeve, but took out an iron box and handed it to his student. The iron box was half a foot long, but the guest was wearing a narrow-sleeved Qingjin Taoist uniform, and he didn't know how such a big iron box was stored in his sleeve.

The little mute took the medicine box handed over by Wei Ye, took out a taro-like thing from it, rubbed his hands slightly, rubbed the outer skin off, revealing the white and dense part inside, and a slightly sticky juice flowed out. Xiao Wei didn't know what it was, and his master didn't care about this strange group of guests, and stood silently behind the stove again.

The green donkey had just eaten the lamb's tripe, and when he was happy, he saw the taro-like fresh medicinal herbs that the little mute had taken out, and he immediately wanted to shrink back. However, it looked at its true owner next to it, but it did not dare to move.

I heard the immortal warlock sigh and said: "Although this Poria cocos is only five years old, the medicinal properties are insufficient, and there are some sticky teeth and bitterness, but it is also good for you." The average trailer guy doesn't have a creation like you, so why should he be picky?"

Listening to the master's words, the green donkey didn't dare to hide anymore, and honestly watched the little mute put his hands together, pressed a large piece of Poria cocos into pieces the size of a fingernail, and mixed it all into the haggis soup.

Eating these haggis soup mixed with poria pieces, although the green donkey knew that what his master said was right, but the slightly bitter and sweet taste of poria cocos was mixed with the delicious haggis soup, and such a strange taste was still a little unacceptable to eat. I had to look at the fairy warlock deeply with a sad look.

Sima Ling next to him laughed softly, took out a black sugar cube from his sleeve, raised his hand, and threw it into the mouth of the green donkey: "It's hard, this licorice candy is for you to eat, replenish the salt." ”

Looking at the piece of licorice candy that Sima Ling took out, Wei Ye and the little mute remembered the salty and sweet candy with a choking licorice flavor, and looked away at the same time.

However, the green donkey ate this candy with heavy salt and heavy taste, with the aroma of star anise and licorice, and then began to shake his head, and nodded to Sima Ling. I thought to myself, although the master is a bad guy who is not easy to provoke, but the little hostess is such a beautiful girl who is considerate, and she is considered lucky.

The little mute looked at the green donkey shaking his head, and couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, the candy ...... Is there really nothing wrong with giving it food?"

The fairy warlock flicked the green onions floating on the noodles of the soup, and replied in a good time: "The cow chews the peony, and the donkey eats the candy, which can tell what is good and bad." It's just that this strange candy is wrapped in a layer of salt shell, which is just right for its taste. It is said that in ancient times, there was a faint monarch named Sima Yan, Emperor Wu of the Jin Dynasty, who rode around the harem in a sheep cart every night. When the sheep smelled that a concubine had sprinkled salt at the door, he went to the concubine, and the same reason. ”

Since the little mute studied in Enlightenment, he never knew which monarch was named Sima Yan since the counting of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors. However, after hearing what Wei Ye said, he thought that it should be some ancient prince, so he stopped asking, and continued to break the poria and feed it to the green donkey.

The small shop on the side of the road, passing by the guest shed to rest, the disciple feeding the donkey, although there are many problems in the details that are incompatible with ordinary people, at a cursory glance, there is nothing unusual.

The master in charge of the spoon continued to take care of the stove and cook the haggis soup, no matter how peculiar the guest was. The young man Xiao Wei didn't understand that the style of this group of people was actually unusually extravagant, and it was full of the nouveau riche temperament unique to the adventurers of the Star Gate, he just thought that the girl in white clothes and hakama was really good-looking, with crow-like black hair, fair skin, and a cute face like a white porcelain doll.

If there are really fairies in the sky, then this girl must be the most pleasing little fairy child.

Just when he was pretending to wipe the table, staring at the silhouette of the girl with a peek of peeking eyes, and was slightly distracted, someone suddenly kicked him on the back!

Xiao Wei was not very old, less than fifteen years old, and this kick was extremely heavy, which suddenly made the young man's thin body fall forward, and overturned the low table under the shed.

A burst of blood poured back into the vertigo of his head, and Xiao Wei felt that something salty was flowing in his mouth, but before he could figure out what it was, an ugly broken gong voice had already sounded, vibrating his eardrums:

"Master Tie, last time our patriarch told you that you are not allowed to open a shop here, why don't you listen?"

As soon as Xiao Yi turned around, he saw the famous pranky and military horse Changqing on the street, dressed in long white clothes, wrapped in a white cloth around his head, standing proudly in front of the master's stove. Behind him, there were dozens of men, some of whom had the same face as the Han people, and some of whom had deep eyes and high noses, with the smell of the miscellaneous surname Hu people.

Some of these people also wrapped their heads in white cloth like Ma Changqing, like a white pumpkin on their heads. Some only wore a thin white hat, and some seemed to have a better family, using a small felt hat with light green embroidery. But regardless of their hats, they wore long white clothes with plackets, not the collared clothes of the Han family.

And behind this group of people, there were a few officials and officials standing in the distance, but they did not have the slightest intention of stepping forward.

Xiao Huo's master—now it's time to call him Master Tie—stirred in the pot with a long-handled wooden spoon, and then put down the wooden spoon, very calmly, without surprise or disgust, looked at Ma Changqing, and said, "I'm sorry, my shop is not a Zoroastrian shop, and it doesn't have a 'clean' pretense, why can't it be opened?"

As if he had seen some joke, Ma Changqing put a knife face straight to Master Tie's face: "You are in the chop soup business, and you use haggis! If you are in the mutton business, you should hang the pretense of 'cleaning' approved by our patriarch, otherwise you will not be allowed to open it!"