Xia Yuanqiu said: "Because the taste is very similar to the taste made by a relative of mine."
The old man raised his eyebrows: "Who are your relatives? Tell us!"
Xia Yuanqiu said: "It's my grandfather and my father. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus sugar buns they make have this flavor. Please tell me the truth, who taught you how to make the sweet-scented osmanthus sugar buns?"
The old man looked at Xia Yuanqiu with strange eyes, looked at him again, and finally shook his head and said: "I don't know what you are talking about. This sweet-scented osmanthus sugar packet is a secret recipe passed down from my family. It has nothing to do with your relatives. If you have nothing else to do, just eat it." Leave as soon as you're done, it will get dark soon and a large number of ghosts will gather here, so it's not suitable for you to stay."
Xia Yuanqiu wanted to ask again, and Wen Rentuo said: "The old man is right, let's finish eating and leave." He winked at Xia Yuanqiu, and Xia Yuanqiu understood, so he said no more, turned around and returned to the Eight Immortals table, silently She bit into the sweet-scented osmanthus sugar packet, but she could no longer taste the sweetness before. It felt like a huge mountain was weighing on her heart, making her breathless.
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 Ming coins, so they all looked embarrassed when they paid.
The old man said: "I don't accept ghost coins, just crystal stones."
Yes, the old man is not a ghost. What does he want the money for
Zhu Yan generously took out a square of blue crystal and handed it directly to the old man.
The old man took a look at the quality of the blue crystal and said hurriedly: "This one blue crystal of yours is enough to buy my bun shop. Although my old man loves money, he is not greedy. In this way, you can pack a few more baskets of buns." , lest I feel guilty."
Okay, it's good to just treat them as dry food. Zhu Yan accepted the two cages of steamed buns that the old man had wrapped and handed over, then turned and left the shop.
Everyone did not go far, but came to a relatively hidden area and secretly observed 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 won't make any move?"
Zhu Yan said: "When I took the bun from him just now, he patted the back of my hand hard, which seemed to mean something."
When Xia Yuanqiu heard this, he hurriedly said: "Take out that bun quickly."
Zhu Yan quickly took it out of the space ring and handed it to Xia Yuanqiu's hand.
Xia Yuanqiu opened the oil paper and took away all the buns. Sure enough, there was a mystery hidden in the oil paper bags.
"What is this?" Zhu Yan asked, looking at the strange handwriting in the oil paper bag.
Xia Yuanqiu covered his mouth, tears falling uncontrollably.
Jiang Xin stepped forward to take a look and said hurriedly: "This, this is English, it is the handwriting left by Xia's father."
"What's written on it?" Zhu Yan hugged Yuan Qiu distressedly and turned to ask Jiang Xin.
Jiang Xindao: "It says, The underworld is dangerous, so be careful!"
"Is it really the handwriting left by my father?" Zhu Yan confirmed again!
Jiang Xin nodded: "I have read the letter written by Dad Xia to Yuan Qiu. The handwriting is very familiar and cannot be wrong!" Moreover, who else can leave a message in English
"In this case, why didn't the old man tell us and told us in this way?" Gongsun Shuo said dissatisfied.
Wen Rentuo glanced at the bun shop in the distance and whispered: "This old man must have something unspeakable. Since he is willing to pass the message secretly, it proves that he is on our side. Obviously, there must be people around him. He’s wearing eyeliner, he can’t say it openly!”