Ye Shangxian, eat well and drink well! [Mountains and rivers x food language]

Young Master Kongsang was taken aback for a moment, she had seen many people with eccentric tempers and conceits, but this was the first time she had seen such a magic stick who met by chance and directly asked for a wish after eating a free meal.

——What if she said "I want the stars in the sky"?

How embarrassing!

"Hmm... If possible, I hope you can help me with the leftovers." Young Master Kongsang spoke after deliberating, this request should not exceed the rules.

"You look down on me, do you?"

Ye Baiyi was furious, "Can't you understand people's language, I'll let you report your name! Make a wish!"

Seeing Young Master Kongsang looking at him suspiciously, the sword fairy in white smiled angrily: "Forget it, little beast! You have a lot of thoughts, but you use the wrong place! Even if the whole world is thinking about blackmailing you for anything , I'm not even interested."

He is the Sword Immortal of Changming Mountain!How many people walked on their knees and knelt at the foot of the mountain begging him for help, offering fame, fortune, wealth and sex, but he dismissed them!

And this little thing in front of him actually thinks that he has something wrong in his heart? !

"..."

Ye Baiyi let out an extremely loud "Bah", and he gave the little girl in the yellow shirt the same way he would look at a mentally handicapped child, she really doesn't know good people!

"If you don't like to report your name, I won't force you! Say your wish!"

The white robes fluttered, and the angry Sword Immortal strode over to the table, banging impatiently on the table with his knuckles.

"My child, I tell you, there is no such store in this village! Not everyone has the patience and ability to do what you say to anyone like me! If you keep teasing me, I won't accompany you!"

Ye Baiyi snorted coldly, "Think carefully!"

"..."

……what.

Well... the violent god stick.

The young master was dumbfounded, the image of Tu Su Jiu accurately appeared on a canvas in his mind, and then quickly erased.

... It's not the same, it's not the same.

The young master shook his head secretly in his heart, Master Tu Sujiu, although he is also the type who can output a mosaic of stars and universe with a single mouth, he will never be so active and take the initiative to cause trouble for himself... What's the matter with this magic stick!He is frighteningly active!

Is it... I haven't been in contact with anyone for too long, so I'm so lonely that I have gone to extremes...?

It was almost as if he was afraid that he would have nothing to do when he was free.

The young master is thoughtful.

Seeing her remaining silent, Ye Baiyi frowned, opened his mouth, and continued to push Lai Lai.

Young Master Kongsang rushed to answer: "Ye... can I call you Senior Ye? My surname is Yi. I don't have a name for the time being. I only have a nickname."

Ye Baiyi's eyes softened slightly, "What nickname?"

"...Yixue fights back."

"..."

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and the sword fairy in white nodded slightly: "Little brat surnamed Yi." To show that he remembered it.

He didn't comment on the nickname, probably because he didn't understand it.

"...You can call me Xiaoyi."

The young master smiled sincerely, feeling extremely strange in his heart.

The white-clothed young man in front of him looks about 30 or [-] years old at most. Why is the tone of relying on the old and selling the old so strong, as if the whole world is the virtue of his grandchildren?

This tone is not unfamiliar to her at all, it feels like a soul eater who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years.

Wait... Could it be that he is a soul-eating soul wandering outside the Chinese world?So... so much emphasis on diet?Can someone make a wish desperately for a meal?

The young master sized up the white-clothed youth indiscriminately, and compared them with the images and temperaments of the older generation of soul-eating people he had seen, secretly surprised in his heart.

If that's the case, then...it's fate.

"Little brat surnamed Yi, what's your wish?"

Ye Baiyi didn't change his words, he put his legs on the stool casually, and looked into the distance: "It doesn't matter if you lift it bigger."

Do you want to test him out?

Young Master Kongsang only hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a thread-bound roster from his arms, and put it flat in Ye Baiyi's hands: "Senior Ye, take a look at these names."

"Why, brat, do you want to hire me to kill someone?"

Ye Baiyi frowned, flicked his fingers, and suddenly paused: "What is this?...hu soup? Peking duck?"

"..."

"Hey... There are pictures? The pictures are so vivid... Is this a recipe?!"

Ye Baiyi eagerly flipped through the pages, "Why didn't you tell me if you have a menu at home?!"

"..."

It seems that he has no impression of "Food Language" at all.

Young Master Kongsang held his forehead with one hand: "If senior can really help me realize my wish, you can choose any recipe from this cookbook, and I will cook for you at any time."

"Oh!? Is there such a good thing?" Ye Baiyi was still flipping through "Food Language", his eyes were straight.

Don't blame him for being so fascinated. After thousands of years of accumulation, Chinese food culture has become a broad and profound "art".

"Food Language" is a Chinese recipe in charge of Yizhi, the god of food. The various dishes recorded in the book are extraordinary products-not only the color, fragrance and taste of each dish are excellent, but also have ingenious and applauding themes and concepts, and even trace the dishes. In the history of its origin, you will find that its founder has a very broad pattern and mind...

Although seeing Ye Baiyi's salivating expression, he probably just regarded it as a recipe in the ordinary sense.

...It's so scary, doesn't he remember that he just ate?

"..." Young Master Kongsang's eyes showed awe.

After a while, Ye Baiyi read the cookbook to the end, and then remembered to give her a look: "You have so many pages at the end of this cookbook, what do you mean?"

"Actually, it was full before, but something happened later."

Young Master Kongsang didn't want to talk about this matter, "So senior, my wish, which is also my mission, is to complete this recipe—what do you think?"

The eyes of Young Master Kongsang held a kind of weight, and met the eyes of the sword fairy in white.

If he is indeed a soul eater, he will confess everything and make a contract with her.

If he is not...

"--OK!"

Ye Baiyi jumped up from the stool, his whole face glowing: "Recruiting recipes, right? This is easy to say, easy to say!"

Ye Baiyi raised a shining thumb against the sun: "You are a wonderful person!"

"No need to explain, I understand you!"

"..."

Young Master Kongsang held his forehead.

What the hell is this reaction.

Bai tried it, although it is not a loss...

"So... it's a deal?"

"It's a deal! I'll do my best and help you collect all the recipes!"

——Meeting by chance is just a meal, food language or something, people from other worlds probably can't help, as long as he is happy.

When the young master Kongsang took the hook to swear with him, he thought so.

At this moment, neither she nor Ye Baiyi expected that this very hasty oath would bring about such an unimaginable change in their mutual destiny.

The author has something to say:

Let me tell you to friends who have never played "Food Language", the soul-eating is the existence of the spirit of food, and the language of food is the contract book between Kongsang and Soul-eating.

Tu Sujiu is a very poisonous soul eater. In the plot, the young master Kongsang is accepted as an apprentice, and he urges her to practice Wuqinxi every day.

The Vientiane array is the teleportation array.

By the way:

Young Master Kongsang's wish, to connect to the Vientiane Array and return to Kongsang, to collect all the food words, or to find someone to eat the leftovers, coincidentally, is not within Ye Baiyi's capabilities.

So far, the young master thought that Ye Baiyi was just playing house, and thought it would be good to send him away... (.