Time passed slowly, it was noon in the blink of an eye, and still no one came in, there was a witch tribe next to the foot of Buzhou Mountain, and there were many goblins living in this Buzhou Mountain, Yuan Sunshine looked at the door and could see a lot of people walking around, but they didn't pay attention to this small shop at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, one by one came and went, and never stopped at the small shop. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The sun at noon was particularly fierce, Yuan Yang looked at the sky, I don't know if it was Di Jun or Tai Yi who was surveying the sky, Yuan Yang knew that this flood had not yet held a heavenly marriage, that is to say, the nine sons of the Golden Crow had not yet been born, and the only ones who could survey the sky in the sky were Di Jun and Taiyi.

That kind of big person, I don't know when I will have the opportunity to meet him.

"Shopkeeper, are you the owner of this little shop?" An old voice appeared, speaking slowly, almost startling Yuan Yang, who was in a daze.

Yuan Yang looked back and saw that this was a rickety old man, with gray hair and crutches, but his face was very good, how could he say it? But no matter what he looks like, the mission is the most important thing.

"Yes, Xian Weng, what I sell here is soy milk fritters, you see, the price list is on the wall. Yuan Yang spoke to the old man very respectfully, thinking that if you can order food, I can pretend to be a grandson for you.

The old man glanced at the price list, squinted and his eyes flashed, and he thought to himself that it was really at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the name of this Pangu god is good, and even food is so expensive, the scenic effect.

"What is this soy milk fritters?" the old man asked.

Yuan Yang replied again as he had answered the woman in the green dress before. Unexpectedly, after the old man listened, his eyes were shining, and his old face with slow wrinkles laughed, and repeated what Yuan Yang said from his mouth: "Root-like object, white turbidity, hehehehe, young man, you are not honest." ”

Yuan Yang looked at the obscene old man and said these words, and then he realized why the woman in the green dress scolded him before, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, misunderstanding.

"As the saying goes, I like this kind of thing the most, young man, serve me food. The old man smiled and finished ordering, and directly found a place to sit down.

Yuan Yang was overjoyed when he heard this, and walked directly to the kitchen, this system is also very mysterious, the stove is a stove made of Tianlang jade, and there is a flame underneath, pure white and clean, Yuan Yang has asked about the system before, this is a delicious fire, no need to add wood, it burns forever under the stove, providing a stable flame for cooking, and you can also do whatever you want, regulate the temperature, and control the size of the flame, which is really mysterious.

Yuan Yang opened the lid of a pot on the stove that was constantly boiling, and saw a large pot of white and thick soybean milk, like milk, with a hint of bright yellow, and when the lid was lifted, a fragrance came directly to his face, Yuan Yang only felt that saliva couldn't help secreting it, just this pot of soy milk, it was not in vain that Yuan Yang pulled the stone mill in the backyard and pulled it half to death.

Resisting this infinite temptation, Yuan Yang opened another pot lid, and inside was half a pot of hot oil, the temperature was just right, and bubbles came out from time to time, which was extremely hot.

Yuan Yang walked directly to the back of the board, a ball of flour that had already been fermented was already there on standby, although the system said that Yuan Yang had to pay for eating the dishes he made, but Yuan Yang was still allowed to practice, as long as he didn't eat it, it didn't matter, Yuan Yang had to practice the method of fried dough sticks and soy milk instilled by the system every day, and every step was familiar to him, and this ball of flour was prepared early when he practiced.

Yuan Yang picked up the flour, carried up the previous systematic indoctrination practice, began to knead the flour continuously, patted, stretched, extended, and slapped again, after beating forty-nine times, Yuan Yang stretched the flour, picked up a knife, cut the flour out of two petals, and then used an oil pen to glue the two petals of flour cut out together, took it and walked to the hot oil, and slowly put the flour down.

With a sound, countless bubbles swelled up, and after a while, a yellow fritter appeared, Yuan Yang immediately took two long chopsticks and scooped them up, the time was just right, when it came out of the pot, a fried fragrance penetrated into his nostrils, Yuan Yang's saliva flowed again, and he couldn't help scolding the system in his heart, it was too inhumane, and he couldn't eat anything he made, it was too hateful.

Put the fritters on the white jade plate, then pick up a white jade bowl, and hold a bowl of soy milk, the bright and slightly yellow soy milk exudes the fragrance of beans, and the fritters that have just come out of the pot, looking at it makes Yuan Yang have an instinctive appetite, it is too difficult.

Hurry up and send the food to the old man outside, I said so much earlier, in fact, not long after the time, Yuan Yang put the soy milk fritters in front of the old man, and turned his head ruthlessly, not wanting to see how the old man ate it.

In fact, with Yuan Yang's many years of experience, the soybean milk fritters taught by this system are absolutely delicious, but being able to touch and see whether you can eat or not is the most tormenting, Yuan Yang can only hope that the next guest will come to the door immediately, so that Yuan Yang, who has obtained fifty-five points from the system, will have enough spirit stones to eat the soymilk fritters he made himself.

The obscene old man looked at the food in front of him, the aroma of soy milk was rising, the turbid white and yellowish syrup water was very gratifying to look at, and the fritters were golden and shining, and every place was fried just right, like a work of art.

The old man picked up the fritters and took a bite of them, well, his squinting eyes instantly widened, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and a locked aroma instantly overflowed his mouth, and he was full of happiness in one bite.

What a delicious fritter this is, how can such a delicacy be called such a vulgar name, it should be called the Golden Dragon Breaking Nine Abyss, or the Xuanming Strip from the Fire, so it can be called a simple fritter.

The old man was taking a sip of soy milk with a soup spoon, Yuan Yang couldn't imagine that the old man who was squinting could stare his eyes so wide, the wrinkles on the old man's face were instantly relaxed, and his face was filled with a happy smile, which was sweet from the heart.

Yuan Yang couldn't help but see the old man's reaction, his expression was the same as those in the little master who ate food and roamed in the sky, the management of his face was completely out of control, and the old man had been completely conquered by this soy milk fritters.

Yuan Yang couldn't help but remind the old man: "Actually, you can soak the fritters in soy milk, which will be more delicious." This way of eating is Yuan Yang's favorite way to eat soy milk fritters in his previous life.

After the old man heard this, according to what Yuan Yang said, he soaked the remaining half of the fritters directly into the soybean milk, and a large string of bubbles bubbled, and the bubbles also carried the unique fragrance of soybean milk. The old man took a bite of the soy-soaked fritters.