Chapter 57 Tongue Problems

Du Ziyuan could clearly feel that he was in a dream, and everything around him was hazy, as if covered with a layer of mosaic. Only a small area around him is relatively clear, but it also requires him to concentrate on observing. According to "The Wonderful Method of Dreams and Stars", when he can make the whole dream extremely clear, then he can almost enter the state of melting heaven.

But it was obviously too early for Du Ziyuan now, what he can do now is to recognize himself in the dream, strengthen his existence in the dream, and move from hazy to clear.

According to the requirements of the exercises, he focused his attention on his right hand, and the feeling of his right hand suddenly became the same as in reality. But once Du Ziyuan was distracted, this feeling would dissipate. He had to focus on his hands for a long time, until he could maintain the status quo even if he shifted his gaze, it would be regarded as an improvement.

Obviously, this was not something that could be accomplished overnight, and it didn't work until he was woken up by Mu Chengan.

"Brother Du, are you hungry? Would you like to come down and have something to eat." Mu Chengan stood in front of the car door and said, pointing to a restaurant not far away.

Du Ziyuan looked at the sky, it turned out that it was already noon, so he nodded, "Okay."

The four of them entered the restaurant together with the coachman. The coachman sat in the lobby on the first floor, and the four of them went to the private seat on the second floor. It is said to be a private seat, but it is actually a small area separated by a screen.

"Where are we now?" Du Ziyuan asked.

He had never been out, so he didn't know the place at all. Mu Chengan replied patiently: "This is Linjiang Town, southwest of Haiyan Town, and we will go to Haifeng County to the south."

"So fast." Du Ziyuan sighed, and then focused on the menu.

He ordered a few dishes at random, Xiao Jin also ordered several, Mu Chengan and Xia Wuyi didn't order any more. None of the four are extravagant characters.

Because it is only blocked by a screen, the sound insulation effect is still very poor, and they can clearly hear the conversations of the guests on both sides.

Coincidentally, one of them happened to be talking about Du Ziyuan's new work "Game of Thrones".

"Mr. Shanfeng is really a strange person. How did he draw such a beautiful painting? Tsk, I just saw his painting yesterday. I was so uncomfortable that I finally went to Yicui Pavilion to find a girl to relieve the fire." .”

"Haha, you old bachelor, I'm much better than you, I have a wife."

"You're looking for a beating! What's so great about having a daughter-in-law?"

"Well, I used to think it was amazing, but after seeing the women in the mountain wind paintings, and then seeing the yellow-faced woman in my own family, I suddenly felt that eating was tasteless."

"Then you still say that you are much better than me?"

"Better than you, at least you can make a living with your eyes closed, can't you?"

"Admiration! Come, have a drink! Do it!"

"Hiss—I don't know whether to thank Shan Feng or hate him now. What are you doing drawing people so beautifully? It's making my eyes dirty."

"Yeah, what those people blew about in the past was a masterpiece of everyone's paintings. I was confused. Isn't it just a puddle of ink? The paintings of Shanfeng are beautiful, and there are stories. Compared with Shanfeng, Are they a ball?"

"It's just..."

He didn't expect to meet fans while having a meal, Du Ziyuan was still a little proud of himself. But he was able to pretend, on the surface he still looked calm and calm, as if he didn't care about these remarks at all.

Xia Wuyi looked at him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Mu Chengan was thoughtful, only Xiao Jin was still waiting for the dishes to be served with great anticipation.

For Mu Chengan's treats, he must not be short of money, so he ordered some signature dishes. Coconut chicken, stewed beef brisket, drunken fried rice dumplings, etc., all look delicious and smell delicious.

But Du Ziyuan frowned when the dishes were served, the smell didn't feel right. He tried to put a piece of chicken in his mouth, and as he chewed, his face became more and more serious. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and he covered his mouth and spit out the chicken.

[What is this, why is it so unpalatable? 】

He looked at Mu Chengan, who was eating carefully and slowly, every movement was very orderly. Xia Wuyi is also very well-behaved, holding the chopsticks one by one, but eating very slowly. Xiao Jin is still the same, stuffing everything he sees into his mouth.

This immediately made Du Ziyuan suspicious. Could it be that the piece of meat he picked up just now happened to be a piece of spoiled meat?

So he ate a different dish, but after chewing it a few times, he found it was still hard to swallow. He even began to wonder if there was something wrong with his taste buds.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Xia Wuyi asked with concern when he saw him vomit twice in a row.

Du Ziyuan asked back: "Wuyi, is the food here delicious?"

"It's okay, average." Xia Wuyi gave a very pertinent answer.

Du Ziyuan looked at Mu Chengan again: "Brother Mu, what do you think of the food here?"

Hearing this, Mu Chengan slowly chewed a few more mouthfuls, swallowed the rice in his mouth, took another sip of tea, and then said to Du Ziyuan, "Brother Du, I seldom eat or drink on weekdays, and usually take bigu Dan, as far as the taste is concerned, the food in this restaurant should be pretty good."

Du Ziyuan looked at Xiao Jin again, but the latter was still stuffing zongzi into his mouth, one was not enough to fill two, and almost stuffed his nostrils. Forget it, it’s useless to ask this taste idiot.

Du Ziyuan had no choice but to tell the truth: "You all think it's okay, but why do I find it hard to swallow?"

Mu Chengan asked suspiciously: "Brother Du, this is already the best restaurant in the town, what else do you have to be dissatisfied with?"

Du Ziyuan was also helpless: "If I knew, I wouldn't ask you. Now I really doubt if there is something wrong with my tongue."

Xia Wuyi was clever, he suddenly said: "Brother, don't you compare the food here with sister Xiaoyu's?"

"Huh?" Du Ziyuan looked at him puzzled, what does this mean?

Seeing this, Xia Wuyi suddenly understood something. He tried to ask: "Brother, have you ever eaten food cooked by someone other than Sister Xiaoyu?"

Du Ziyuan heard the words and thought about it carefully: "It seems that there is really no such thing." Even when his adoptive parents were still alive, the meals for the two families were all arranged by Lin Yuxie, except for the snacks exchanged by the system and the food in the sky that day. The colorful cloud he ate, he had never eaten other dishes.

"That's right, brother," Xia Wuyi said, like a detective from a primary school student, "Your mouth must have been tricked by Miss Xiaoyu. You are used to her dishes, and you must eat these things again." It tastes like chewing wax."

"Is there such a thing?" Du Ziyuan looked confused, not knowing whether to believe him or not.