Chapter 1377 Ye Xiaochuan's Letter

The young Miao girl turned into a strange bird from the Emperor River and flew away, and the giant man like an iron tower also left with a giant ax step by step. When Du Chun was explaining the difference between the Black Witch Clan and the White Witch Clan in southern Xinjiang, the man who was The waiter, a huge man with a mouth full of teeth knocked out, came and brought the black porcelain dishes one by one.

The food culture of southern Xinjiang is very different from that of China. Even though this inn has the golden sign of Yuelai Inn, in fact, whether it is the dishes or the drinks, the style of Chinese food is almost invisible.

Yang Shijiu is an out-and-out wealthy man. He is not short of money and has enough to eat and drink. Everyone has finally come to Southern Xinjiang. Naturally, they have to appreciate the food culture of Southern Xinjiang, not to mention that everyone here seems to be They are all foodies, including that fat bird.

I basically ordered all the specialties of southern Xinjiang, such as blood soup, chili bone, Miaoxiang turtle and phoenix soup, cotton cake, pounded fish, fish in sour soup, etc. The names of these dishes are a bit appetizing.

As for fried bamboo maggots, charcoal-roasted bee pupae, yellow ant eggs, fried flower spiders, cow dung worm eggs, sand maggots, etc., just looking at the names would make several fairies vomit, but everyone has them. Out of curiosity, I ordered a few things that didn't look too disgusting.

For example, Ye Xiaochuan was very interested in the yellow ant eggs, and had no intention of listening to Du Chun's endless display of his amazing knowledge. He pulled the tell-tale waiter and pointed at the poor-looking food that was served. Ask this and that.

As a qualified fat chef, wherever he goes, he must first understand the local food culture. This is a rare opportunity, how can he be an exception?

"What are these yellow ant eggs? Are your ants in southern Xinjiang different from our ants in China? The ants are already very small, can they lay eggs?" The waiter in the shop said some bad Chinese language. , said: "My guest doesn't know anything. There is a kind of yellow ant in our southern Xinjiang. The yellow ant grows on the trees. It is as long as a thumb, has a thin waist and a big belly. It has two big teeth in its mouth. It mostly makes nests in broad leaves. , reproduction, these yellow ant eggs are just pieces of yellow

Ant eggs are the most delicious after cooking. However, these yellow ants are very large and poisonous. Ant eggs are hard to come by. Therefore, in the entire Yulong Village, our store is the only one that has this famous southern Xinjiang dish. You are here You can't get it anywhere else. "

As he spoke, the tell-tale waiter actually showed a somewhat proud expression.

Ye Xiaochuan scooped up a spoonful of yellow ant eggs, and slowly put it into his mouth under the disgusted eyes of several fairies.

Gu Pan'er shouted: "Ye Xiaochuan, if you dare to eat stuff, you are not allowed to come within three feet of me in the future."

Yang Liudi said: "That's right, you'll eat all the ant eggs, how dirty it is!"

Ye Xiaochuan didn't care about that much. He raised his neck and took a spoonful of yellow ant eggs into his mouth. While blinking his mouth, he said: "It tastes good. It's similar to the fish roe in March. It's very chewy." Jin, you guys should try it too... Hey, Senior Sister Yang, why are you vomiting?"

Seeing the sticky appearance of the small white particles, I realized that they were ant eggs. It would be strange not to spit them out.

God knows whether those ant eggs were cooked. What if they were eaten and a nest of ants was born in the stomach?

On a table full of southern Xinjiang specialties, most of the people just used chopsticks with good-quality chopsticks. As for the dishes that seemed to be dark cuisine, they were all brought to Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan refused to accept anyone who came, and so did Wangcai. This man had two big foodies, and he couldn't be more happy to eat.

Thousands of miles away, in the Kunlun Mountains, there are countless caves.

Wuliang Cave is located in a mountain nest thirty miles southwest of Kunlun Mountain. It is not February yet, the weather is still cold, and Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow.

In Wuliang Cave, there used to be two people living there, one was Wu Quantum and the other was Zuo Qiu. After Wu Quantum became an immortal and passed away more than ten years ago, Zuo Qiu was the only one left.

As the master of the Scarlet Sky Divine Sword, and being worshiped by an elder of the Xuantian Sect who had reached the realm of Lingji, he didn't even have a servant to take care of his food and daily living. It can be imagined how low Zuo Qiu's status was in the Xuantian Sect. It was getting dark outside. Zuo Qiu came to the cave from holding a bundle of wood. There was a small casserole hanging on the bonfire. Zuo Qiu sat alone next to the casserole and threw a few pieces into the flames below. piece of wood, then skillfully lift the lid of the casserole and use a long-handled spoon

Gently stirring the porridge in the pot.

The porridge is good, fish fillet and purple rice porridge. In the past, on the Mermaid Island on the edge of the North Sea, Ye Xiaochuan often made fish fillet and purple rice porridge. Zuo Qiu had always done the stirring work, and he learned it over time.

Of course, she only learned this one.

However, Ye Xiaochuan once taught the skill of making porridge. No matter what kind of porridge, it needs constant stirring.

As Zuo Qiu stirred, a faint fragrance gradually filled the cave. Zuo Qiu stretched out his nose and took a deep breath on the casserole, with a look of intoxication and satisfaction on his face.

Seeing that the heat was almost done, I took the white porcelain bowl and prepared a bowl for myself.

At this moment, a subtle sound came from outside the cave.

Zuo Qiu was such an expert, she could immediately detect the slightest sound, and instantly grabbed the Red Sky Divine Sword beside her.

Said: "Who?"

In the passage of the cave, a ray of fire gradually appeared. It should be a person holding a lantern walking over. Soon Zuo Qiu saw the person clearly. He did not put down the Chixiao in his hand, but frowned slightly and said: "Li Senior brother?”

The visitor was no one else, but Li Xuanyin, the future successor of Xuantian Sect. Li Xuanyin walked into the kitchen cave and put the lantern in his hand aside. Seeing Zuo Qiu preparing for dinner, she smiled slightly and said, "Junior Sister Zuo, Master has said it several times that Wuliang Cave is too secluded. It's really inconvenient for you to live here alone. I want you to move to God.

Shan, you refused. I arranged for you to have a few handyman disciples to serve you. You also refused. You have to make fire and make food by yourself. How miserable it is. "

Zuo Qiu said: "Thank you for your kindness, Uncle Master and Senior Brother Li. I have become accustomed to living in Wuliang Cave over the years and I don't want to move anywhere. I wonder why Senior Brother Li came to see me today?"

Li Xuanyin chuckled and said, "It's nothing big, I just want to send you a letter."

Zuo Qiu was stunned. Who would write to him? The Xuantian Sect has few friends who can't write to him, and none of the disciples sent abroad seem to remember him.

Li Xuanyin took out an envelope from his arms and said: "Today, Ye Xiaochuan of Cangyunmen sent you a letter. I happened to be fine, so I sent it to you." Zuo Qiu's body moved slightly, and an idea immediately appeared in his mind. He looked like that wretched young man who had eaten too much of himself.