The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

"Of course, the nickname must be taken, who is the sky bypassing." Xue Meng seemed enthusiastic, and enthusiastically introduced to Chu Wanning, "I think you are not very old, you should not be more than five years old, right? Then you have just come to the summit of death and life, and you are not familiar with everyone, but once you get acquainted, you will know that the twenty elders here almost have nicknames among the disciples."

"Oh." Chu Wanning glanced at him quite meaningfully, "For example?"

"That's something to say. But it's getting late now, and I'm a little hungry. Thank you for your reminder today. I'll take you down the mountain to have some supper, and we'll talk while we eat."

Chu Wanning bowed his head and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Well, okay."

Xue Meng put away the dragon city, took Chu Wanning's hand, and the apprentice who was in the dark and the master who had shrunk his body walked along the long bamboo stone steps to the mountain gate.

"Little brother, what do you call it?" Xue Meng asked as he walked.

Chu Wanning replied calmly: "My name is Xia."

"Xia what?"

"Xia Sini."

Xue Meng didn't realize the deep meaning, and asked happily: "Yes, it sounds nice. Which two words are they?"

Chu Wanning glanced at him like a fool: "... Situ's Si, Rebel's Ni. Xia Sini."

"Oh." Xue Meng asked with a smile again, "How old are you this year? I guessed it right before, isn't it more than five years old?"

"..." Chu Wanning's face was black, but fortunately Xue Meng looked at Lu and didn't look at his expression, otherwise he would be frightened, "No, the young master guessed wrong....I am six years old."

Xue Mengdao: "Then you are really talented, although it is still a little bit worse than I was back then. But with a little training, you must be a great young man. How about this, why don't you stop studying under Xuanji's school, you call me a teacher Brother, I'm going to ask my master to accept you as an apprentice, do you think it's okay?"

Chu WanNing tried his best not to roll his eyes: "What do you want me to call you?"

"Brother." Xue Meng bent down with a smile, and flicked Chu Wanning's forehead, "This opportunity is not for anyone."

Chu Wanning looked complicated: "..."

"What's the matter, are you too happy to speak?"

Chu Wanning: "..."

The two were talking and laughing, at least Xue Meng thought they were walking "talking and laughing".Suddenly, a voice came from behind, ending this conversation that might kill Xue Meng if he continued talking.

"Huh? Mengmeng, why are you here?"

In the entire peak of life and death, who would be guilty of calling Xue Meng Mengmeng?Xue Meng didn't even turn his head, and his mouth was already cursed.

"Ink burns you dog, you call me that again, believe it or not, I pulled out your tongue."

Turning around, it turned out that Mo Ran light clothes were fluttering, and he was standing under the bright moon, grinning at the two of them.He originally wanted to tease Xue Meng again, but suddenly noticed that there was a handsome and beautiful child standing beside Xue Meng, and he couldn't help being stunned: "This is..."

Xue Meng pulled Chu Wanning behind him, and looked at Mo Ran: "Can you control it?"

"Don't, don't, don't hide." Mo Ran went around and grabbed Xue Meng's hand, dragged Chu Wanning out again, squatted down and looked at it carefully, suddenly snorted, and murmured, "This child It looks so familiar."

Chu WanNing was alert: "..."

"I always feel as if I've seen it somewhere before."

Chu Wanning secretly said that it is not good, if his identity is found out, what face will he have in the future?Thinking about it, he subconsciously took a step back, turned around and wanted to escape.

"Don't go!" Mo Ran grabbed him with a smirk, stretched out his finger, swipe on Chu Wanning's nose, and said slowly, "Come on, little brother, tell brother what's your name?"

The bridge of the nose touched by him was straight and greasy, Chu Wanning was embarrassed and guilty, and stepped back.

Mo Ran thought he was afraid, laughed loudly, and said: "What are you hiding, good boy, tell brother, is your surname Xue?"

Xue Meng: "???"

Mo Ran pointed at Xue Meng, and asked Chu Wanning with a smile: "Is this person your father? You have to tell the truth, so my brother will love you and buy you candy."

"You're sick, Mo Weiyu!!" Xue Meng burst into flames, his face flushed red, and he yelled, "You, you, what are you thinking? You, you are nasty! You, you Dirty! You, you, you are shameless!"

Chu Wanning was also speechless for a while, but his heart was a little more relaxed: "...my surname is Xia, and I am a disciple of Elder Xuanji, Xia Sini."

"Scared you to death?" Mo Ran smiled and bent his eyes, he was not stupid, and he heard the meaning of the name, "Haha, it's interesting."

"..."

"You are sick!" Xue Meng pushed Mo Ran away viciously, and said angrily, "He is my new friend, and it has nothing to do with you. We are going to eat supper, you let me get out of the way."

"Oh." Mo Ran stepped aside.But soon, he put his hands behind his head again, and walked beside them with a smile on his face.

Xue Meng growled at him: "What are you doing?"

"I'm also going down the mountain to eat late at night." Mo Ran innocently said, "No?"

Xue Meng: "..."

impermanent town.

Since the founding of the sect at the Peak of Death and Life, this town that was originally haunted by ghosts and ghosts has gradually regained its peace in the past, and now it is even somewhat lively.

At this time the night market was open, Xue Meng and his party walked among the stalls, found a shop selling antique soup, and sat at the open-air low wooden table.

"Antique Soup" uses a copper kettle as a cooking utensil and stands on a burning charcoal basin.When eating, the fire is not turned off, and the broth in the kettle is boiled. The broth is often heavy and spicy. The table is full of fresh ingredients, and whatever you want to eat is thrown into it.Because the food will make a "gudong" sound when it is dropped into boiling water, it is named antique soup.

This is a famous dish in Sichuan and Sichuan, but Chu Wanning has always only eaten clear soup pots without spicy peppers. He doesn't eat spicy ones, and he chokes when he eats them.

Xue Meng was born in Shu, and Mo Ran grew up in Xiangtan. Both of them are accustomed to spicy food, so they naturally think that "Xia Sini" must be able to eat spicy food.

When sitting down to order, Xue Meng ordered several dishes familiarly, and then said: "There must be more pepper in the soup, and there must be enough red oil."

Chu Wanning suddenly pulled his sleeve, and said quietly: "I want a mandarin duck pot."

"What?" Xue Meng thought he had heard it wrong.

Chu Wanning darkened his face: "I want a mandarin duck pot, half of which is spicy, and half of which is not spicy."

Xue Meng: "...Aren't you from Shu?"

"Ah."

"Ah." Xue Meng nodded, showing a clear expression, but also a little surprised, looked at Chu Wanning's eyes, and said, "Then you are far away from home at such a young age, it is really... well, forget it Forget it." He sighed, turned his head to Xiaoer and said, "Okay, the mandarin duck pot is the mandarin duck pot."

Chu Wanning didn't know why she heard a trace of unwillingness from Xue Meng's tone.

Then he found that this was not his illusion. Xue Meng was really unwilling. While waiting for the food, he was nagging: "Junior brother, since you have come to Sichuan, you must learn to eat spicy food. If you don't eat spicy food, you can't mix with others." Get hot, do you know? You can speak Sichuan dialect, and you can eat chili. By the way, where are you from?"

Chu Wanning said: "Lin'an."

"Oh." Xue Meng thought for a while, and felt that he was not familiar with the Jiangnan water town, so he bit his chopsticks and asked squintingly, "Then do you eat rabbit heads in your hometown?"

Before Chu Wanning could answer, Mo Ran smiled and said beside him: "Of course I don't eat it."

Xue Meng glanced at him, and Chu Wanning also glanced at him.

Mo Ran stood on a long bench with his elbows on his knees, fluently turning the chopsticks in his hand, and smiled when he saw this: "What's the matter? Look at me like this, don't eat it."

Xue Meng turned his head and asked Chu Wanning: "Do you really not eat?"

"Ah."

Xue Meng stared at Mo Ran again: "How do you know? Have you been to Lin'an?"

"I haven't been there." Mo Ran made a grimace, "But brother Xia and our master are from the same town, don't you know that the master doesn't eat rabbit heads? When he takes cold dishes in Meng Potang, he doesn't mix them with shallots. Tofu is sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root, if you don’t believe me, please pay attention next time.”

Chu Wanning: "..."

"Ah, I didn't pay attention. Since I saw Master's breakfast last time, I didn't dare to glance at his plate. It's really scary." Xue Meng touched his chin, slowly showing a disgusted expression, "Master's taste is really indescribable. Did you know? He actually eats salted bean curd."

Chu Wanning: "..."

Speaking of which, Xue Meng turned his head back, looked at him, and said earnestly: "Little brother, you must not learn from Elder Yuheng, no one will want to eat with you in the future. Remember, you have to eat rabbit heads and peppers , eat bean curd in the morning, don’t pour sauce into it.”

"There are also seaweed and dried shrimp." Mo Ran added.

"Yes, there are also seaweed and dried shrimp." Xue Meng rarely shared the same hatred with Mo Ran, "I can't bear it."

Chu Wanning glanced at the two fools, and said expressionlessly: "Oh."

The dishes were served quickly, the frozen bamboo shoots were fresh and crisp, the green vegetables green, the tofu was crystal clear, the fish fillets were fresh and tender, the lamb slices were rolled into as thin as cicada’s wings, neatly stacked on a white porcelain plate, and the crispy fried meat was golden brown and crispy , finely sprinkled with cumin pepper, a pot of freshly ground soy milk was placed beside the table, and the small table creaked under pressure.

Friendship daughters are all eaten one meal at a time, not to mention the hot antique soup, three or two rounds of fat sheep in the pot, and one or two cups of soy milk into the stomach, Rao is such a cold relationship between Xue Meng and Mo Ran, I can't help but temporarily relax in the dense steam.

Xue Meng rummaged through the spicy oil soup with chopsticks: "Hey, what about the brain I left behind?"

"Isn't your brain resting on your neck?" Mo Ran laughed.

"I'm talking about pig brains!"

Mo Ran bit his chopsticks and smirked: "Yes, I'm also talking about pig brains."

"Son, you dare to scold me—"

"Hey! Your brain is floating! Eat, eat!"

When Xue Meng was excited, he was caught by him, and he yelled: "Take your dog's paw away! Don't grab me, this is my brain!"

Chu WanNing sat on a small bench, holding a porcelain jar of sweet soy milk, while drinking it, while leisurely looking at the two childish ghosts next to him.Shi Shiran was not in a hurry, anyway, half of the clear soup pot was his.

After drinking the soy milk, the child licked his lips unsatisfactorily. Mo Ran saw it and asked him with a smile: "Little brother like this?"

Chu Wanning digested the title of "Little Junior Brother", silently estimated the possibility of getting rid of this title, and found that it was almost zero, so he had to say dryly:

"Well, not bad."

Mo Ran then turned his head and said: "Xiao Er, this soy milk, bring another can for my junior brother."

Chu Wanning then drank the second can with satisfaction.

He was born with a sweet tooth, but he had tooth decay because he ate too many pastries before, and it took a lot of work for Elder Tanlang to fix it for him.Afterwards, Chu WanNing got in the way of face and didn't eat too much every time.

At this time, he turned into a child, which made it easier for him to eat dessert.

Mo Ran looked at him eating, and said: "Your taste is similar to Master."

Chu Wanning was choked for a while, but his face was still very calm, and he said calmly: "...Brother, you mean Elder Yuheng?"

"Yes." Mo Ran smiled and nodded, and pushed a plate of steamer to Chu Wanning's hand, "Come and try this. I think you will like it too."

Chu Wanning picked up the leaves in the bamboo steamer and took a small bite. The soft and white skin showed a hole, and the steaming red bean paste inside was soft and sweet.

"Is it delicious?"

Chu WanNing took another bite, then nodded: "Yeah."

The ink burned and said with a smile: "Then you eat more."

The three were eating and chatting, and Chu Wanning suddenly remembered the previous conversation. He pretended not to care, and after eating the fourth Yeerpa, he asked Xue Meng: "Young master, you were on the mountain before. Tell me, every elder has a nickname, since my master Xuanji is called the Poor King, then what is the nickname of Elder Yuheng?"

The author has something to say:

The stalk of the mandarin duck pot comes from the joke "How to tell that a Sichuanese is very disappointed in you", the following is an adapted version of some characters in the article——

How can you tell that the Young Master at the Peak of Death and Life is completely disappointed in you?

Xue Ziming: Well, the mandarin duck pot is the mandarin duck pot.

How can you tell that Elder Yuheng is completely disappointed in you?

Chu Wanning: Yes.No sugar no sugar.

How can you tell that the handsome little brother at the top of death and life is completely disappointed in you?

Shi Mingjing: Oh... well, if you look like a mother, you will be a mother.

How can you tell that Mr. Ye, a Confucianist in Linyi, is completely disappointed in you?

Ye Wangxi: If you didn't appear, you didn't appear.

How can you tell that Senior Brother Kunlun Treading Snow Palace is completely disappointed in you?

Mei Hanxue: Hehe, if you are upstairs, you should be upstairs.

How can you tell that the protagonist in this article is completely disappointed in life?

Mo Weiyu: Huh!A big scumbag is a big scumbag.

Roubao: ...Wait, it seems that someone above gave up on himself?