Vol 3 Chapter 1792: Sweet-scented osmanthus

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The so-called some are not the same, to put it bluntly, that is, no one is not a ghost!
Yuan Jun didn't want to mention this again, and quickly opened the subject: "Now there are two hours from sunset, let's go, I will take you to eat!"
Gongsun’s tough throat swallowed and said:
Eat something? Is there something we eat here?

Yuan Jun nodded: "Of course, although it is a gathering place for ghosts, there are occasional people coming, so in this Forgot Valley, there must be a shop that sells the food we eat!"
Although everyone has no appetite, they can still involuntarily follow Yuan Jun’s body. People will have curiosity. Everyone wants to know if there is such a place in Yuanchuan’s valley. If so, what is the food sold in the store?
I have to say that the Forgotten Valley is really big, the streets are wide enough, the shops are neat, the ground is very clean, except that the buildings look old and the rest are perfect.
Walking through three streets, when they turned into the fourth street, a rich scent of sweet-scented osmanthus hit their noses, and the scent was sweet and rich, accompanied by bursts of wheat.
This taste is very familiar with Xia Yuanqiu, this is the taste of sweet-scented osmanthus buns.
She used to eat it. It is the specialty of Grandpa. He is very good at wrapping this kind of sweet-scented osmanthus buns.
Jiang Xin also smelled it, pulling the hand of Xia Yuanqiu: "Yuan Qiu, this taste is exactly the same as the osmanthus buns of your grandfather bag. It is really delicious."
Gongsun said: "Isn't the sweet-scented osmanthus buns the same? Can this smell the same as that of Yuanqiu's grandfather's bag?"
Jiang Xindao: "You don't understand, the hairdressing skills are different. The flavor of the buns that are wrapped out is naturally different. This taste is exactly the same as that of Yuanqiu's grandfather bag."
Jiang Xinyuan did not understand, these are all told by Yuan Qiu, Yuan Qiu is also a master of cooking, although the sugar osmanthus buns she packs are also very delicious, but the taste of her grandfather is not the same.
Xia Yuanqiu has never heard anything, but the pace at the foot has accelerated a lot.
In an inconspicuous shop at the end of the street, they saw a busy figure after the steaming cage.
Xia Yuanqiu was somewhat disappointed. This person was obviously not the person she thought of. She was busy between the stoves. She was a white-haired old man, not the father she was familiar with, not the grandfather she was familiar with.
Zhu Xi pinched the palm of Xia Yuanqiu to show comfort, and then said: "The store, give us two cages of buns."
The old man looked up at them, and there was a clear surprise in his eyes, but he did not ask anything. He only silently took two cages of buns in a white plate, piled up a tall high, and ended up with a quaint Eight Immortals table. On the top, I didn’t say anything, and turned back to the stove.
Jiang Xin grabbed a buns in her hand and took a heavy bite. After swallowing, she was busy: "This taste, this taste is exactly the same!"
Xia Yuanqiu also caught a taste, it really looks like, really like, but there is no such exaggeration as Jiang Xin said, not exactly the same, just enough to mess up.
Xia Yuanqiu came to the stove and asked the old man: "The old man, this osmanthus sugar buns, who taught you?"
The old man finally stopped his work, turned to face Xia Yuanqiu, stared at her and looked at him. "Why are you asking?"
I have read the book of "Abandoning Female Rebirth: The Doctor of God"