Vol 3 Chapter 1793: Ancestral secret recipe

Chapter 1793
Xia Yuanqiu said: "Because the taste is very similar to the taste of a loved one."
The old man raised his eyebrows: "Who is your loved one? Let's listen!"
Xia Yuanqiu said: "It is my grandfather and my father. Only the osmanthus sugar packets they made are the kind of taste. Please tell the elderly truthfully, who taught you how to make osmanthus sugar packets?"
The old man looked at Xia Yuanqiu with a quirky look, and he looked at it again. He finally shook his head and said, "I don't know what you are talking about. This osmanthus sugar packet is my secret recipe. It doesn't work with your loved ones. If you have nothing else, eat it. Let's go, let's go dark, there will be a lot of ghosts gathering here, not suitable for you to stay."
Xia Yuanqiu also wants to ask again, Wen Duo Tuo said: "The old man said yes, let's eat it quickly." He blinked at Xia Yuanqiu, Xia Yuanqiu knows his heart, and he no longer talks, turned back to the Eight Immortals table, silently Biting the sweet-scented osmanthus sugar bag, but can no longer eat the sweet smell before, my heart seems to press a mountain, so that she can not breathe.
Here is her last hope, she will never give up any chance.
Each person ate a steamed buns, and the rest was packed into the space. They didn’t have the money, and they all looked awkward when they paid.
The old man said: "I don't accept the coins, the spar will do."
Also, the old man is not a ghost, what does he want to do?
Zhu generously took out one of the blue crystals and handed them directly to the old man.
The old man glanced at the color of this blue crystal, and said: "You are a blue crystal, enough to buy my bun shop. Although my old man loves money, it is not an insatiable one. So, you can put a few steamed buns. , lest I have a heart."
Also, when the dry food is not bad, Zhu Xi accepted the two-cage buns that the old man had handed over and turned and left the store.
The people did not go far, but came to a more subtle land boundary and secretly observed the old man in the buns shop.
Wen Tuo Tuo said: "Yuan Qiu, don't worry, I must see what the old man must know. We just have to wait here, are you afraid that he is not moving?"
Zhu Xi said: "When I took the buns that he had handed over, he patted the back of my hand and seemed to mean something."
When Xia Yuanqiu heard this, he said: "Get out the buns."
Zhu Xi quickly took it out of the space ring and handed it to Xia Yuanqiu’s hand.
Xia Yuanqiu opened the oil paper, and took out the buns as much as possible. Sure enough, the oily paper bag contained hidden mystery.
"What is this?" Zhu Xi looked at the strange handwriting in the oil paper bag.
Xia Yuanqiu grinned, tears could not stop falling out.
Jiang Xin took a look at the front and said, "This is English, it is the handwriting left by Xia Dad."
"What was written on it?" Zhu Xi was so sad that he slammed Yuan Qiu and turned his head to ask Jiang Xin.
Jiang Xindao: "It says, the danger of the underworld, how careful!"
"What is the writing left by my father?" Zhu Xi confirmed again!
Jiang Xin nodded: "I have read the letter that Xia Dad wrote to Yuan Qiu. The writing is familiar, but it is absolutely wrong!" Moreover, who can use English to leave a message, who else?
"In this case, why didn't the old man say it, tell us in this way?" Gongsun was dissatisfied.
Wen Rentuo looked at the Baozi shop in the distance, whispered: "The old man must have his unspeakable secret. Since he is willing to secretly spread the words, he proves that he is on the side of us, obviously around him, certainly With an eyeliner, he can't say it clearly!"