The inn always has raw soy milk, just because there is a ghost who pushes the grinder.

When Yu Sheng walked to the back kitchen, she saw the female ghost gathered around the stove, sniffing the supper prepared for her above.

This is what she paid for with her labor.

The female ghost is active at night, and after getting tired of wandering around, she will grind the tofu in advance.

"Alright, let's get out of the way, don't get in the way here. "Chase her for the rest of your life.

The female ghost straightened up, and never returned, so she went to find a room to sleep on.

For the rest of his life, he boiled the soybean milk, and used poor knife work to chop all the vegetables and vegetables of Luosu, radish and put them in the pot to cook.

When he brought the soy milk out, the two wooden brothers were talking.

"Brother Mu, haven't you seen Jun An'an for many years?" the gray-haired old man said, "The previous Hongge passed the book, and you said that the first time you were too noisy, it was difficult to sleep, how about now?"

The white-haired old man teased the bird on his shoulder and said, "It's a habit to make trouble for a long time, and it's hard to sleep if you don't listen, it's just a ......."

"Just what?"

The white-haired old man groaned, maybe he couldn't find any literary crepe words, so he could only say: "Don't mention them, don't mention them." ”

They saw that the rest of their lives put down the soy milk.

The white-haired old man said: "Brother Mu, I heard from people who are resting that the white soup here is very wonderful, and the sugar is especially beautiful." ”

The gray-haired old man shook his head, "Brother Mu, I heard from people who walked through that salty white soup is better." ”

"Hey, sweet. "It's common sense." ”

"Salty. The gray-haired old man said, "Yangzhou people drink like this." ”

"Sweet. ”

"Salty. ”

"Old immortal, sweet soy milk. The white-haired old man slapped the table, "Why do you keep going against me?" ”

"Dead dwarf, salted soy milk. "The gray-haired old man competes with each other,

The rest of my life breathed a sigh of relief, and now I finally don't have to listen to their words.

It's just that soon the rest of your life became a pond fish, "You say, it's even better!"

"Why don't you two taste it?" said Yu Sheng,

"Well, the latter has a point. The white-haired old man nodded.

"Listen to your words, and you will quarrel for a long time. The gray-haired old man also said.

There are two flavors of soy milk in the inn, and after helping them make it for the rest of their lives, the two of them each taste their favorites.

"Hmm. After smacking, the two looked at each other, exchanged bowls, and tasted again.

"You have a point, the salty white soup is good. The white-haired old man said.

The gray-haired old man changed his attention, "Sweet soy milk is good." ”

Before they quarreled again, Yu Sheng hurried back to the back kitchen to hurry up early.

"Little fish, come to a bowl of soy milk, and then a cage of soup dumplings. "Leezheng walked in backwards.

"Yo, there's already a guest. Li Zheng saw the two old men staring at each other, and neither of them was convinced.

Yu Sheng served the soy milk, and the two old men nodded slightly: whoever wins and who loses is in that bowl of soy milk.

In their eyes, Li Zheng took the porcelain jar on the table and poured a spoonful of vinegar into the soy milk for himself.

This is what Li Zheng figured out on his own.

The air was quiet for a while.

When he returned to the kitchen for the rest of his life, the white-haired old man stopped him, "Little Housheng, do you have a chess scale?"

"You want to use a scale?" asked Yu Sheng.

"No, no. The gray-haired old man waved his hand, "The chess scales of the game, we have to talk a few games." ”

Uncle, that's the chessboard, the same level.

As for the sign words, it's barely counted.

Yu Sheng took out the chess cage and chess table, and the two played against each other with soy milk.

"Come on, come on, I'll wait for a showdown. "The white-haired old man holds the white son and hangs himself in the southeast corner.

"After a long time, I don't know if you are good at chess?"

"Go. The gray-haired old man pushed the white letters away, "black and white in order." ”

He hung the sunspot in the place where the white son was, "The tree is crooked, the horse has stumbled, this time I won." ”

I couldn't listen to it for the rest of my life, so I happened to come down with it, and I was busy going to the back kitchen to bring out the mess.

Seeing that Sui Yu was carrying a suitcase, he asked, "Do you want to leave now?"

"Yes, when the three-day period is up, I should be on my way. "I took a pair of chopsticks with him.

"No, no. Yu Sheng shook his head, "You must wait for me to make your mother's stew before you leave." ”

"I have received your wishes, shopkeeper, but there is no need. "Say casually.

He took a pair of chopsticks, chewed it slightly, and his eyes lit up.

The rest of his life is happy, "Is it your mother's mess." ”

"It's a little bit like, it's close, but it's still a little bit of something." ”

"Almost something. "The rest of my life is groaning, the mountain onion is obviously used correctly, so what's the difference?

"What's your mother's pot?"

"Clay pots. ”

"I said, don't go. The rest of his life said and ran back to the back kitchen.

"Come down. The gray-haired old man urged.

The white-haired old man couldn't stop and said, "Is he scolding just now?"

The gray-haired old man paused and said, "Vulgar people, fortunately we are full of brilliance. ”

They continued, and as soon as Yu Sheng had cut all the vegetables and lived in the clay pot, Cao'er went downstairs.

"There are guests in the morning?" she was also surprised, "your little aunt is looking for you." ”

Yu Sheng nodded, instructed Cao'er to take care of the casual encounter, and then went upstairs.

When he was in Xiaolou, Aunt Qing also came down, wearing a golden crown in her hair, like a scholar.

She saw the two old men playing against each other and said, "When did they come?"

"Early in the morning. Yu Sheng said.

Li Zheng was already gone, and a copper coin was placed on the table.

Fu Nan came in and sat at the table of the two old men at some point, watching the two of them play chess, and from time to time he pointed his fingers.

"Fall here, block him. "It's hard to say rich.

"That makes sense. The white-haired old man heard this.

The rest of his life immediately understood the chess skills of these two old men.

After pointing at the white-haired old man, he went to point out the gray-haired old man again, "Fall here, fall here, but let him be angry." ”

The gray-haired old man thought about it, it was really good, and he did what he said.

He didn't forget to praise, "The little junior has good chess skills." ”

"Of course, no one in the huge inn is my opponent, and they were defeated with two enemies and one at the beginning." ”

"In the game, you must take one step, look at two steps, and think three steps. ”

Fu Nan said that he saw the rest of his life, and greeted: "Shopkeeper, come to a bowl of soy milk, add ......"

The two old men looked at him at the same time, and they were a little uncomfortable, and the floor volume: "Add chili peppers." ”

Chili peppers are exchanged by the system, and they are usually made of mapo tofu, and I don't know when Fu Nan likes to add soy milk.

The two old men were silent again, and quietly drank a sip of soy milk to wake up.

"Go on, go on. "Rich and difficult to urge," as soon as he fell just now, I knew that there was a flaw. ”

"The stinky chess basket has come together. Yu Sheng said, "If the people of Rotten Keshan are playing chess by these people, they must be angry to death." ”

The clay pot takes a long time to cook, so it is not served out until a long time later.

"Taste, isn't it your mother's mess?"

The white-haired old man paused, "He's talking nonsense again." ”

Taste it eagerly and restrainedly, and tremble all over your body after just one bite.

Many memories came back, some that he thought he couldn't remember, or even forgot for a while.

Although it is not as delicious as before, this is the mess in his heart.

Taste is sometimes really hard to measure whether it is good or not, and sometimes it is a memory in itself.

Before he knew it, he had swallowed up the mess, and he picked up his bag and put the money on the table.

"That's a lot. Yu Sheng said.

"Not much. With his face facing outward, he strode out of the inn and headed north.

After three days of wandering the inn, he hesitated, but now he found the courage to move forward.