I open a restaurant in Xiujie

In the small town of Luoshui, the luxurious carriage drove away from Yu's restaurant, moved slowly all the way, and finally stopped in front of the Baifu gate.

The servant went up to meet him and opened the curtain, and the first one to come down was the master of the Bai family.

After he got off the carriage, another person slowly stepped out of the carriage, dressed as a servant, it was the coachman who had stepped on the master's feet at the entrance of Yu's restaurant before.

At this moment, his back is straight, his brows are serious, and there seems to be an invisible breeze lingering around him. How can he be an ordinary servant?

It is clearly a monk who is at the peak of foundation building and is about to break through.

After entering the door, the master of the Bai family bowed deeply to the "coach driver" and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Elder Xian, today."

The coachman hurriedly stepped forward, supported the master of the Bai family, and said with a wry smile: "What are you doing? Back then, I was living on the street. If you hadn't taken me into my home and given me a bowl of rice and a bed, I would have died a long time ago." Frozen to death and starved to death on the street, how can we have today.”

The master of the Bai family shook his head: "It's just a small favor."

"It's a small favor for you, but it's a life-saving grace for me."

The coachman said seriously: "Since I came down the mountain, I have heard a saying circulating in Luo Town, "The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring." This is exactly what a person should do."

"returning a Favour many times more……"

Master Bai smiled wryly and shook his head.

"If I remember correctly, that kid from the Yu family said it when he was three years old."

Master Bai stroked his beard with a complicated expression.

"That radiant child, even if he has been silent for more than ten years, he will finally show his talents. My eldest son follows him, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

"Don't worry," the coachman lowered his voice, "When we got out of the car before, we were acting together. I deliberately made an unbearable appearance. Seeing the unbearable look in the eyes of the youngest son of the Yu family, I think he is a kind-hearted person. Eldest Young Master follows him, even if he has no merit, at least he will not be killed for no reason."

The master of the Bai family closed his eyes deeply: "I won't be killed for no reason..."

He let out a long sigh, his expression was desolate and complicated, his white beard and hair trembled slightly in the wind, the corners of his eyes were finely wrinkled, and he looked a bit old.

The coachman took out a thin piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over.

"This is a letter sent by the Zhang family to the mountain, and I intercepted it." The driver whispered in a low voice, "The book clearly mentioned the strange potatoes in Yu's restaurant. I have replied to the letter in the same tone as my teacher, and reprimanded them." After a while, I think this matter can be suppressed for a while."

The master of the Bai family smiled wryly: "Thank you, Master Immortal."

The coachman said again: "I sneaked down the mountain, and I won't be able to stay there for long. You mentioned in your letter that Madam is suffering from a strange disease, can you let me see Madam first?"

"It's okay, it's okay, please trouble the elder."

The master of the Bai family led the coachman in.

Stepping over the long white stone steps, stepping into the rich man's boudoir, pushing open the door, an astonishing scene appeared in front of the coachman.

Even as a monk, the scene in front of him made his eyes widen in astonishment: "This, this is..."

What appeared in front of him was not the gentle and kind woman in his memory.

It's a blood cocoon taller than a person.

Thin blood vessels covered the surface layer by layer, showing a strange crimson color under the sunlight. The blood vessels twitched and twitched, as if something was flowing in them. When they got close, they could vaguely hear the scream of a woman.

Evil spirit abnormal.

……

The saplings of maple spirit fruit are more delicate than potatoes, and Bai Junda has spent a lot of thought.

When he finished filling the soil and pouring water, the sky above was already scorching red.

There were thunderous grunts in his belly, Bai Junda wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then looked at the green saplings, feeling a sense of accomplishment and pride spontaneously.He carried the hoe and walked back to the restaurant with his head held high - as soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong fragrance.

The tip of Bai Junda's nose trembled, his foodie instinct was quickly awakened, and he immediately analyzed that the smell was chicken soup.

And it is an old hen that has been stewed for a long time, the most mellow and strong kind.

The saliva almost flowed down, Bai Junda threw the hoe, jumped up the steps in three steps, and pushed open the kitchen door impatiently: "Yu Xiaotan, have you made chicken soup?"

Yu Xiaotan was just taking a porcelain jar off the stove, and took the time to point to the stove: "The meal is ready, over there, let's eat."

Bai Junda smirked as if he was ready for dinner.

Immediately he lifted the lid of the pot——

The white mist dissipated, revealing a bowl of white rice, a plate of baked potatoes, and a plate of scrambled eggs with cucumbers.

Bai Junda: The smile froze on his face.jpg

"No, no."

Holding the white rice, Fatty Bai stammered anxiously: "Is this the only one I'll eat?"

Yu Xiaotan scooped the chicken soup from the porcelain pot into a large porcelain bowl, and as the golden soup flowed, an indescribably mellow aroma overflowed in the kitchen.

"Otherwise?" He laughed, "Didn't you say that you can eat potatoes for a lifetime and never get tired of eating them?"

Bai Junda: "..."

"Potatoes are never boring," he said aggrievedly, "but I also want to try other..."

"Chicken soup is for Uncle Wang and Brother Ji to nourish their bodies."

Yu Xiaotan comforted him and said: "It's okay, since I like to eat potatoes, I'll help you pick out the potatoes in the chicken soup later, no one will grab them, they are all yours - come here, and help me get the bowl."

Bai Junda: "..."

No, he doesn't want potatoes!

He has almost grown into the shape of a potato, he wants to eat chicken, he wants to drink chicken soup!

……

Bai Junda finally drank the chicken soup.

Because Yu Xiaotan stewed a big pot, at least enough for seven or eight people.

What he said just now was to tease him.

It's okay, it's okay, Little Fatty Bai is holding the bowl, as long as there is something delicious, he doesn't care.

The soup in front of him was really delicious, Bai Junda gulped it down, almost biting his own tongue - the characteristics of the potatoes were completely integrated into the chicken soup, the taste was rich, delicious and sweet, and even the meat of the old hen became soft and tender , Bite down, the mellow aroma explodes on the taste buds, it is the ultimate taste enjoyment.

Yu Xiaotan was also a little surprised.

He didn't expect that adding potatoes to ordinary meals could have such an amazing effect.

But Yu Xiaotan thought about it again, potatoes have always been the most versatile side dish, and he suddenly realized again.

There is a feeling of opening the door to a new world.

It wasn't just the two of them who were surprised.

When Ji Chuchen on the other side of the dining table picked up the soup bowl, he just wanted to taste a few sips, but as he drank the chicken soup, a warm current gathered in his body, like hot spring water slowly flowing through the dry meridian, soothing the broken body. Dantian, Ji Chuchen was also shocked.

That long-lost feeling...is it spiritual power?

The young man's eyelids drooped slightly to block the shock in his eyes, he swallowed another mouthful of potatoes, and closed his eyes to feel it carefully for a moment—yes, it was spiritual power.

Ji Chuchen didn't believe it, and raised his head apologetically: "Sorry, chicken soup... can I have another bowl?"

"Okay," Yu Xiaotan handed over the spoon, "You can drink whatever you want, there are plenty."

Yu Xiaotan's hand made Bai Junda sour.

Fatty Bai stared at Ji Chuchen for a moment—he hadn't paid attention to the chicken soup just now, but when he looked at him, he suddenly found out in horror that the young man he and Yu Xiaotan picked up from the field in front of him was so good-looking.

He was as handsome as if he had stepped out of a fairy tale.

Bai Junda looked at his protruding belly, and suddenly felt even more sad.He knocked on the bowls and chopsticks, and said angrily: "Hey, who are you, have the face to rub the food in our restaurant?"

Ji Chuchen put down the porcelain bowl of soup, smiled and said, "It's our first meeting, I'm Ji Chuchen."

Yu Xiaotan was slightly taken aback, then raised his head: "...Didn't you forget your own name?"

"Yeah, so I just made myself one."

Ji Chuchen gently stirred the chicken soup with a spoon, seeing the beautiful ripples in the golden soup, his eyes flickered: "I woke up in the early morning, the sun was shining, and the breeze was blowing, so I thought Why not call it Chuchen."

"Tch." Bai Junda curled his lips, "Wake up, it's almost noon when you wake up, why don't you call Ji Wushi?"

"I remember that when dealing with sinners, the folks like to beheaded at noon. It would be too unlucky to be called at noon."

"The way you showed up is inauspicious."

……

The two faced each other across the dining table, and the veins on Yu Xiaotan's forehead were throbbing.

He picked up the spoon, scooped up some pieces of potato and chicken for Ji Chuchen, and put them into his bowl: "Brother Ji, eat more."

Immediately afterwards, he slapped Bai Junda with his backhand, and muttered: "Eat your food quickly, even the food won't stop your mouth."

Bai Junda shut his mouth aggrieved and buried himself in the meal.

But my heart was secretly vigilant.

This person received such attention from Yu Xiaotan as soon as he woke up, and his position as Yu Xiaotan's core confidant might not be guaranteed.

No, I have to find a way to drive this person away!

On the other side, Ji Chuchen swallowed a piece of potato again, feeling the weak spiritual power gathering in his body, his eyelids drooped, and the dim light in his eyes fluctuated.

Sure enough.

It is the effect of this potato.

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