Wanqi Linmu said lightly: "How can you understand?"

Ding Jingxiang said: "Impossible."

If the leader of the tomb robber really knew nothing, then everything would be reasonable.

He Yeran was not dead, or she was not dead. She also knew Ding Ming's burial address. As for the matter of Xiangpu, perhaps she had been lurking in secret. When Ziqi told the whereabouts of Xiangpu, He Yeran opened the coffin first and took the Xiangpu away.

Wanqi Linmu said: "This is bad. If He Leran took the incense score..."

That real demon was not Zi Qi, but He Yiran. He Yiran was the person who wanted to study the ruthless flower pot. If He Yiran took the incense score away, it might destroy it.

For a moment, the hillside was quiet and everyone fell into a dead silence.

Zhu Dali blinked and said, "Fragrance score? What kind of fragrance score? I have a little bit of pork jerky at home! Alas, after you listen to me, I also heard the tomb robbers say that there is nothing in the coffin."

"Ah?" Wanqi Linmu listened to Zhu Dali's breathing follow-up and said, "Nothing?"

Zhu Dali swore and said, "Yes, I can hear clearly. Those tomb robbers were as surprised as you, and they all shouted out."

Zhu Dali imitated their voices and said, "What?! How could there be nothing! Look carefully? There is not even a corpse? Where is the fragrance score? Dig three feet of the ground for me, how could it be empty!"

Zhu Dali said: "That's it."

Everyone fell into silence again. Although some people took the lead, the man found nothing. According to what Zhu Dali said, there was nothing in the coffin.

Ziqi frowned and said, "How is that possible? When the master was buried, everyone in the clan came. We saw it with our own eyes."

Wanqi Linmu said: "You are all fragrant people, and they are all zombie fraud."

Luo Shen said: "It's also a good news."

At least He Mingran did not get the fragrance score.

The grave was dug up, but there was no result, so I was in vain.

However, they came to this small village not only to dig graves, but also had another purpose, which was to meet Mr. Xue and go find Wang Tremella together.

Mr. Xue is recruiting thugs on the road recently. Ding Yinxi has contacted Mr. Xue and is preparing to meet him the next day.

However, Mr. Xue was very mysterious and didn't say anything in advance. He would wait for the meeting before he could tell Ding Yinxi in advance. He just said that he would send him a message and meet him at that time.

Wanqi Linmu said, "Let's go, let's find a place to stay now."

Zhu Dali said enthusiastically: "Stay in this village? There is no guesthouse. My family is very empty. You come to stay at my house. I also brought some pork back. If you don't dislike it, let's have a meal together. I cook so delicious!"

He said, looking around and found that he had no pork in his hand. He quickly lowered his head to look for it and pushed aside the grass. It turned out that he had just fallen to the ground and the pork fell to the ground.

Zhu Dali lay on the ground and searched for a while, picked up the pork tied with a rope. The pork rolled slowly with grass and soil, making Wanqi Linmu feel like vomiting.

It was difficult to find a place to stay at this time. It was rare that Zhu Dali was so enthusiastic. As soon as everyone decided to follow Zhu Dali and went to the thatched hut.

Zhu Dali's family is indeed big, but...

Quite simple.

It was a thatched shed, which was separated by several rooms. According to Zhu Dali, "This is my master bedroom, this is the guest room, this is the living room, this is the kitchen, haha, this is the thatched cottage, although the sparrow is small, it is all-in-one!"

The so-called master bedroom is a small room with a large turn, and the guest room is a large shop. There is no chair in the living room except a table, and as for the thatched cottage, you can tell how clean it is.

Zhu Dali said enthusiastically: "You sit, sit, I'll cook!"

The kitchen and the living room were not separated. Zhu Dali threw the pork into the sink and poured a bucket of water to clean it. Finally, he washed the meat. With a "bang!", he actually threw it into the red bucket next to him.

The red bucket should be a paint bucket, and it looks like the kind of red bucket that migrant workers especially like to pack their luggage. Wanqi Linmu was curious for a moment and looked at it.

"vomit--"

I don’t know what was put in the red bucket. A pool of water was dark, like ink, but it was not pure ink. Although there was no peculiar smell, the color was like water washed eighteen times of a rag.

Zhu Dali threw the meat into the "swallow water" and rubbed the pork repeatedly with his big palm, as if he wanted the "swallow water" to be completely immersed in the pork.

Zhu Dali laughed and said, "I tell you, this is my unique secret. The pork pickled with secret water will be roasted on the stone slab later. You must use open flame and stone slabs. It is so fragrant, sizzling oil, and then roll a piece of lettuce. Hey! The world is delicious!"

Wanqi Linmu: "Haha—"

Crack!

Zhu Da washed the pork with a rag and took it out, put it on the chopping board, pasted it with an indescribable layer of "black mud" on it, continued to rub it repeatedly, and then picked up the knife next to it, "Du thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu

While cutting, Zhu Dali lit the open flame and put a dark stone slab on it, saying, "This barbecue must not be eaten thin. The thin slices have no meat/desire, and it cannot reflect the meat/feeling of the outside and the inside, and the juice is unrestrained."

Thorns-

Brushed with oil and spread the roasted pork on the stone slab. Wanqi Linmu had already held his breath and wanted to stop the disgusting smell, but he didn't expect it...

Wanqi Linmu took a few deep breaths and said in surprise: "It's so...it's so fragrant."

"It really smells so good!" He Fengmeng also looked shocked and said, "What kind of spice is this? It is even more fragrant than what I eat in a Michelin restaurant!"

Zhu Dali said proudly: "Everyone said it is a unique secret system, it will be fine right away."

Zhu Dali washed the lettuce, sent them one by one with a pair of chopsticks, and said, "It's cooked, let's eat it with roll."

Wanqi Linmu couldn't wait, so he immediately picked up a piece of barbecue and rolled it into the lettuce. Zhu Dali brought another secret ingredients and said, "I like to eat sweet-tasting dipping sauce, salty-tasting, sweet-tasting, sweet-tasting, and spicy-tasting, and dried spicy chili noodles."

Luo Shen was a little disgusted. After all, he was a person with a cleanliness obsessed with it. The dark method of washing meat was simply a nightmare for Master Luo San, so he didn't put the chopsticks on it. Wanqi Linmu tried to taste it, and his eyes were bright and he said, "It's delicious! It's really delicious, it's very fragrant. I don't know what it smells like!"

He didn't eat properly all day long, and he was on the train, or it was fast food. Wanqi Linmu was so ecstatic that Luo Shen saw that the leader of the Vinegar Royal was online again. On weekdays, Wanqi Linmu liked to eat the food he cooked and never praised others like this.

Seeing that they were happy, Zhu Dali immediately promoted his sauce and said, "I have a unique sauce here. Just put a spoonful when I go home to cook. This is a sauce for boiled meat, this is a sauce for diced Kung Pao chicken, this is a sauce for spicy chicken, and there is also a new one launched by my butcher shop, spicy scallop sauce. When I go home to roast scallops, brush it on to ensure that it is fragrant!"

Twelve ate barbecue silently. When they heard the words "baked scallops", their cold eyes instantly shone, with a faint cold light. They glanced at the little shell lying on their backpack pretending to be a key chain.

Then he said lightly: "I want a can, no, I want a box."

"Okay! One box, you're so lucky, I only have the last box left here!"

Little Shell: "Hehe~"

Wanqi Linmu: "..."

After everyone finished the barbecue, Zhu Dali smiled and said, "Don't worry, there are also desserts after meals, tremella seed soup. I cooked them when I went out today. I cooked them for several hours. They were just right and the gelatin was cooked."

Zhu Dali brought the Tremella lotus seed soup and gave it to everyone a bowl.

Luo Shen looked down at the Tremella in the bowl and said, "This Tremella is a first-class product."

Although Wanqi Linmu likes to eat, he doesn’t pay much attention to eating. He just thinks that Tremella soup is delicious and the gelatin is smooth, which is different from the Tremella bought in supermarkets.

Zhu Dali scratched the back of his head and said, "Is this tremella good? I picked it up too."

"Picked up?"

This time they came to find Wang Tremella. Zhu Dali, a remote place, had such high-quality Tremella.

Zhu Dali nodded and said, "Yes, I picked it up. You are from a foreigner. You must not know. Not long ago, about a month ago, there was water here. It rained every day. The mountain suddenly collapsed in the mountains. The mountain in front was flooded. There was a cave that turned into a water cave. Many white white fungus floated out of it. The villagers were picking it up, and I picked up two of them."

Zhu Dali lowered his voice and said, "You don't know that the water cave is very evil. Because there are so many white fungus floating out, the villagers plan to go inside to salvage it. Maybe there will be more, but guess what? A lot of people went in... but none of them came out in the last one, it was very evil! It was rumored in the village, and it must have been eaten by the mountain king in the water cave!"

After eating, drinking Tremella seed soup, everyone went back to the "room" to sleep.

I don’t know if it was Ding Jingxiang’s illusion, but I always felt that Donghe’s attitude was a little cold, and I didn’t say a word. I have been like this since I started eating. When I was sleeping, I lay on the bed with my shirt and closed my eyes, as if I was sleepy.

Ding Jingxiang opened her mouth, but it was not easy to disturb him, so she lay beside him and slept with her clothes.

Early the next morning, Zhu Dali got up very early, and started smashing the chopping board with a twitch in the morning, and said with a smile: "Hey, you are awake, I'm going to work. You don't know, the business is very good, and in the morning there are many villagers waiting to queue up to buy my meat."

Zhu Dali is going to work, and they are also preparing to go to the market for a walk. Today is the day to meet with Mr. Xue, but Ding Yinxi has not received Mr. Xue's message yet, so she doesn't know where to meet.

Zhu Dali went out with them. Because he was in a hurry, he said goodbye in a hurry and said with a smile: "Come to my house for dinner when you have time! Oh, by the way, this is a coupon for the butcher shop. You can get 20% off for dinner, one for each person, get it."

Luo Chan was not interested in this kind of coupon, but Wanqi Linmu was very interested in taking advantage of it, so he put all the coupons away.

Everyone said goodbye to the enthusiastic Zhu Dali and walked down the mountain. Donghe still didn't speak much along the way, his attitude was cold and he didn't even look at Ding Jingxiang.

Ding Jingxiang felt that the relationship between them had actually eased a little. Since Ding Jingxiang confessed last time, Donghe has not left, and the relationship between the two has become one step closer, but for some reason, after yesterday, Donghe seemed to have become a different person, turning into a cold ice cube.

Ding Jingxiang was puzzled and walked behind, looking at the back of Donghe's head. He wanted to say something but stopped several times, and walked from the mountain to the market in the village, but he still wanted to say something but stopped.

Wanqi Linmu had a headache when he saw it. He rubbed his forehead and said, "Don't you know how to read your heart?"

"Ah?" Ding Jingxiang glanced at Wanqi Linmu.

Wanqi Linmu said: "People like me who don't know what Donghe is thinking? Do you not understand such an ordinary thing, a little trick?"

Ding Jingxiang's eyelids twitched.

I heard Wanqi Linmu say, "Donghe knows that He Yeran is not dead yet. I am worried that you will be swaying and treat him as a spare tire."

After he said this, Ding Jingxiang seemed to suddenly realize that it was true. Since he heard Zhu Dali say that the tomb robber was an old lady yesterday, Donghe's attitude has been different from before. He did not say a word to Ding Jingxiang again, and even he would take the initiative to stagger his eyes when he met them.

Ding Jingxiang organized a speech in her heart and wanted to explain to Donghe. She did not treat him as a spare tire, but Ding Jingxiang had not spoken yet, and there was a riot in front of her.

The market in the small village is not big, with people coming and going. It is extremely lively in the morning and a little chaotic. There are many street stalls next to it. I don’t know what happened. There are many people around not far away, all watching the fun.

A noisy voice said, "What do you mean? An outsider, what do you know? How dare you say the tremite I sold is fake?"

"It's okay to find fault, right?"

"Don't interfere with my business!"

They wanted to pass through the middle, but it seemed that there was no shortage of people who liked to watch the fun. The road was blocked tightly by the villagers watching the fun, with three layers inside and three layers outside.

I saw a vendor holding a dry Tremella in his hand. The Tremella is snow-white, large and very complete, with a feeling of "luxuriant branches and leaves".

The vendor said, "Look, look! My Tremella is so good, and it's wild. I can't find such good Tremella anywhere. How much does it cost to sell? What do you know about this kid? Tell me nonsense!"

Standing in front of the vendor was a young man in a white silk shirt.

The man was wearing a white long-sleeved silk shirt on top, which was light and cool. Below was a slightly casual white silk suit pants. He was wearing a pair of white leather shoes. The collar was neatly crafted and filled with an ascetic and hazy style.

The man was carrying his back, unable to see his face, and his figure was thin, especially his small waist, which was almost impossible to hold. The ends of his hair were slightly long, and he turned out to be a head of silver and slightly blond hair, which looked like a foreigner.

Because the weather was hot, the silk jacket was placed on his arm, and the exposed back of his hands was white and delicate.
To be continued...