Chapter 1794 Ancestral Secret Recipe

Chapter 1793

Xia Yuanqiu said: "Because the taste is very similar to that made by a relative of mine."

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Who are your relatives? Tell me!"

Xia Yuanqiu said: "It's my grandfather and my father. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus buns made by them have this taste. Please tell me the truth, who taught you how to make sweet-scented sweet-scented buns?"

The old man looked at Xia Yuanqiu with weird eyes, looked at him again, and finally shook his head and said: "I don't know what you are talking about, this osmanthus sugar bun is a secret recipe handed down in my family, and it has nothing to do with your relatives. If you have nothing else to do, eat it." Let's go when you're done, the sky will get dark in a while, there will be a lot of ghosts gathering here, it's not suitable for you to stay."

Xia Yuanqiu wanted to ask again, but Wen Rentuo said: "The old man is right, let's finish eating and go." He blinked at Xia Yuanqiu, Xia Yuanqiu understood, so he stopped talking, turned back to the table of the Eight Immortals, silently Biting the sweet-scented osmanthus buns, but she could no longer taste the sweetness before, as if a mountain was crushed in her heart, and she couldn't breathe.

This is her last hope, and she will never give up any chance.

Everyone ate one bun, and packed the rest into the space. They didn't have Mingbi, so they all looked embarrassed when they paid.

The old man said: "I don't accept Ming coins, just spars."

That's right, the old man is not a ghost, what does he want Mingbi for?

Zhu Yan generously took out a blue crystal and handed it directly to the old man.

The old man saw the fineness of the blue crystal, and hurriedly said: "This blue crystal of yours is enough to buy my steamed stuffed bun shop. Although my old man loves money, he is not greedy. In this way, you can pack a few more baskets of steamed stuffed buns." , lest I feel ashamed."

That's okay, it's not bad just as dry food, Zhu Yan accepted the two baskets of steamed stuffed buns that the old man wrapped and handed over, and turned to leave the shop.

The crowd did not go far, but came to a relatively secluded area, secretly observing the old man in the bun shop.

Wen Rentuo said: "Yuan Qiu, don't worry, I think this old man must know something, as long as we wait here, are we afraid that he will not move?"

Zhu Yan said: "When I took the bun from him just now, he patted the back of my hand vigorously, as if he meant something."

When Xia Yuanqiu heard this, he hurriedly said: "Take out that bun quickly."

Zhu Yan hurriedly took it out from the space ring and handed it to Xia Yuanqiu.

Xia Yuanqiu opened the oiled paper and took away all the buns, sure enough, there was a mystery hidden in the oiled paper bag.

"What is this?" Zhu Yan asked looking at the strange handwriting in the oil-paper bag.

Xia Yuanqiu covered his mouth, tears could not stop falling out.

Jiang Xin leaned forward to take a look, and hurriedly said: "This, this is English, it's the handwriting left by Xia's father."

"What's written on it?" Zhu Yan put his arms around Yuan Qiu distressedly, turned his head and asked Jiang Xin.

Jiang Xin said: "It says, the underworld is dangerous, so be careful!"

"It's really the handwriting left by my father?" Zhu Yan confirmed again!

Jiang Xin nodded: "I've read the letter Father Xia wrote to Yuan Qiu, the handwriting is very familiar and you can't go wrong!" Besides, who else can leave a message in English?

"In this case, why didn't the old man tell us, but told us in this way?" Gongsun Shuo said dissatisfied.

Wen Rentuo glanced at the steamed stuffed bun shop in the distance, and said in a low voice: "This old man must have something to hide. Since he is willing to spread the word secretly, it proves that he is on our side. Obviously around him, there must be With eyeliner on, he can't say it clearly!"