MTL - Who Told Him To Cultivate Immortality!-Chapter 28 I heard that you ate tofu every day for a while?

  Chapter 28 I heard that you ate tofu every day for a while?

  The three of Lu Yang silently withdrew their gazes, trying to reduce their sense of presence.

  Seeing the ferocious expressions on the faces of the five senior brothers, I am afraid that they have the urge to kill and silence them.

   "Speaking of which, do you want to guess what good food I ordered for you, it must be something you like to eat." Meng Jingzhou whispered, afraid of attracting the attention of the five seniors who ate pork dishes.

  Lu Yang was at a loss, how did Meng Jingzhou know what he likes to eat.

   "How do you know what Brother Lu likes to eat?" Tao Yaoye asked in a softer voice.

  Meng Jingzhou gestured a thumbs up, showing a bright smile with eight teeth: "I specifically asked Eldest Sister."

  Lu Yang suddenly had a bad feeling.

   "Yong Tau Foo is here!"

   "Make tofu nao now!"

   "Tofu mixed with shallots."

   "Ma Po Tofu."

  The shop waiter reported the name of the dish and served the dishes. A tofu banquet with all kinds of color, fragrance and taste was presented in front of Lu Yang. Even Tao Yaoye, who was not very interested in tofu, wanted to have a good meal when he smelled the aroma.

  Every time he yelled, Lu Yang's face would turn pale.

  Meng Jingzhou was a little complacent: "The elder sister said that you will not eat anything else for a while. You will eat tofu every day, and you will eat tofu every day. In your sleep, you will say 'tofu god'."

   "I thought you should like tofu very much."

   "Don't be too moved. My family told me that when you invite someone to dinner, you have to inquire about their preferences before you can show your sincerity. Although I don't agree with my family's views most of the time, I agree with this."

"I specially came to Baixianglou to order a table of tofu banquet. Don't underestimate these dishes. They look ordinary, but they are all soybeans, which are one in a thousand beans, and the side dishes are all aged medicines. , and the useful water is the pure water obtained by melting the marrow of the ice in the extreme north..."

  In an instant, Lu Yang's face became whiter than tofu.

   What kind of preferences do you find out!

  …

   Satisfied with the diners, he patted his bulging belly and left Baixianglou. The shop waiter quickly wiped the tables, set up stools and cleaned up the dishes. When he was free, he thought about Lu Yang's question.

  Eating Bigu Dan, is it considered a meal or a bigu?

  There are hidden mysteries hidden in seemingly ordinary questions, but the more I think about them, the more philosophical they become.

  It seems that the newly recruited disciples in this class are very enlightened, and they will definitely do something in the future!

   "Hey cook, I have a question for you." The waiter came to the kitchen and threw the question to the butcher.

  The kitchen is sizzling with heat. If you are lucky, you will be burned to the root of the fire poisonous disease and will suffer for a lifetime. If you are unlucky, you will burn through your internal organs, leaving only a skeleton.

To cook natural materials, earth treasures, celestial flowers and rare treasures, it is impossible to use mortal fire. Among other things, just to burn pig hairs for wild boars in the Nascent Soul Stage, at least use the flames sacrificed in the later stage of Jindan, Such flames are naturally terrifyingly powerful.

  The shop waiter ignored the terrifying high temperature in the kitchen, and fanned it casually with the towel on his shoulder, and the high temperature disappeared completely, replaced by a sense of coolness.

   "What's the matter? Learn **** a pig with me?"

  The shop waiter stared: "Why should I learn this thing? I thought of a philosophical question related to cooking, and I'm here to test you."

  The cook who was washing the stove was overjoyed and stopped washing. He threw the brush aside and raised his legs: "You ask."

   "You said that after eating Bigu Dan, is it considered a meal or a bigu?"

  The cook sneered, without even thinking about it, and just about to say the answer, he became dumb.

   That’s right, is it eating or bigu?

  The cook looked at the waiter suspiciously: "No, your IQ is obvious to all. How could you think of such a problem with your IQ?"

  The waiter in the shop said angrily: "I'll tell you, pig butcher, don't look down on people!"

   "So this question is on your mind?"

"no."

  The two discussed it, and felt that it was too early to think about this kind of problem with their brains, so they brought the problem to the landlord.

  The fragrance of the tea is condensed into simple characters, obscure and mysterious. The landlord irons the pot, sets the tea, warms the cup...the tea is tasted like flowing water, which is pleasing to the eye.

  The host is a beautiful woman with luxurious temperament, as white as jade, with a faint star pattern printed on her forehead.

  She looked helplessly at the waiter and the cook, wondering if there was too little work, and she still had time to think about such boring questions.

   "Don't be confused by the name of Bigu Dan. The function of Bigu Dan is not bigu, but a elixir made from food, which is slowly decomposed in the abdomen, so as to achieve the effect of not eating for a long time."

   "Bigudan is essentially food."

"understood?"

  The cook was thoughtful: "Understood, so the alchemist who refines Bigu Dan is actually walking with me."

  The shop waiter sneered, and said mockingly: "Don't put gold on your face, at most you are with Dantong who fanned the fire."

  The cook was furious, took the butcher's knife and slashed at the waiter.

  The waiter in the shop is not a vegetarian either, he flicked the towel on his shoulders violently, making a slight metal collision sound, and the towel turned into a big white iron stick in an instant.

  The two of them wrestled, one with a knife and the other with a stick, like hooligans, with all kinds of dirty tricks, and the landlord was full of helplessness. Otherwise, these two wages were cheap, and they couldn't be recruited no matter what.

  The landlord blew lightly along with the fragrance of tea. The strong fragrance of tea lingered in the hearts of the two of them. They lost their way for a moment.

  The landlord's slightly sullen and cold voice came from the ears of the two: "Go downstairs and fight. If you break something, you will be deducted from your salary."

  …

  Lu Yang didn't know what happened in Baixianglou after they left. When he returned to Tianmen Peak after the foundation-building banquet, his face was as pale as if he had just died for three days.

  Ms. Elder Sister is wearing a long indigo dress and a simple Taoist hairpin. She is sitting cross-legged, three feet above the ground.

  Yunzhi slowly opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to contain a thousand worlds, as bright as the night sky, the hallucination flashed by, Lu Yang rubbed his eyes, and saw Yunzhi looking at him calmly, the vision never appeared in his eyes.

  Illusion?

   "Why is your face so white?"

  Lu Yang said angrily: "You asked the question knowingly. Meng Jingzhou heard from you that I ate tofu for a while, so he invited me to eat a table of tofu to celebrate my foundation establishment."

  Lu Yang suspected that his dear senior sister was behind it.

   "Meng Jingzhou asked me what you eat the most. In my impression, you ate several crocks of tofu when you practiced with tofu. I just told him what really happened. What's the problem?"

   "The tofu god..."

  Before Lu Yang finished speaking, Yunzhi replied again in an unwavering tone: "You shouted in your dream that you have obtained the inheritance, and you shouted the words Tofu Tianzun, and I am just repeating it."

  Lu Yang silently looked at Yunzhi's innocent and desireless eyes, and was defeated.

  He always suspects that the elder sister is playing tricks on him, but he has no evidence.

  (end of this chapter)