"It's over, Xuanbo. I will definitely take good care of my health in the future and try to live one more day. If I die early, my grandfather will definitely not be satisfied. He will break my leg."
Wei Ying covered his face with his fan in fright, but Cheng Chumo glanced at him silently, his eyes filled with a hint of mockery:
"No wonder you were able to escape unscathed after provoking that Thirteenth Sister of the Hu family that day. I originally thought you had someone to rely on, but it seems I should congratulate Xuan Cheng."
Are you still my brother?
Wei Ying angrily put down the fan in his hand:
"That day, I thought that Chang'an was, after all, under the emperor's nose, and my grandfather had once slain a dragon. Even if a fox spirit took a fancy to me and wanted to force me to marry her, Old Man Hu would have to think twice. Who knew—"
Who knew his grandfather was so powerful, he even became a judge in the underworld.
This truly shows that the Wei family is blessed by both the living and the dead.
Upon hearing the words "slayed the dragon," Mo Xuan unconsciously trembled and retreated to the back without making a sound.
“Miss Xu, it’s getting late, and I, Old Pig, should head back now. I’ll come back to visit you another day. But if you have any unusual vegetarian dishes, just come to Huasheng Temple to find me.”
Pigsy ate several bowls of stinky tofu in succession, then patted his belly with a satisfied look on his face.
"Then I'll go myself. My eldest brother has gone to heaven. A day in heaven is a year on earth. I'm afraid he'll be gone for ten days or half a month! Don't worry. If anything happens, just call out my name, Old Pig. If any passing official on duty hears it, he will come to your rescue."
"Then thank you very much, envoy."
Xu Milu smiled as she saw Zhu Bajie off. When she turned around, she saw Wei Ying and Cheng Chumo, two young masters from prominent families, still staring blankly at the two bowls of stinky tofu, looking troubled, as if they couldn't bring themselves to eat them.
"Enough! Enough! Enough!"
Wei Ying glared at the piece of stinky tofu, gritting his teeth as he said:
"If monks can eat it, why can't I? It's just that it has a certain taste. They say you can't judge a book by its cover, and I suppose the same applies to tofu. If I'm afraid to try it just because it smells bad, wouldn't I be missing out on a delicious treat!"
As he spoke, he picked up a piece of hot tofu and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it with his eyes closed. Slowly, the expression on his face changed from pain and struggle to confusion and contemplation.
"This has a very unique texture."
Seemingly unable to taste it, Wei Ying picked up another piece and put it in his mouth.
The crispy radish cubes and pickled vegetables made a "crunch crunch" sound. The deep-fried stinky tofu had a crispy outer shell and a juicy interior soaked in broth. With the "stinky" flavor of the dipping sauce, it left a unique, subtle taste in your mouth.
Stinky things taste good, stinky things are captivating.
Wei Ying seemed to have forgotten that he had just been somewhat disgusted by the taste, and couldn't help but eat the entire bowl clean.
Cheng Chumo, a former soldier who had even eaten rotten flesh during battles, naturally wouldn't be bothered by such a stench. He only took a few bites before nodding in agreement with Xu Milu:
"The flavor is unique and the taste is extremely delicious. If it weren't for Madam Xu, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to taste such a delicacy. The rumors are indeed true. Madam Xu has the skill of turning stone into gold. Even rotten tofu can be transformed into such a delicious dish."
"Xuanbo, you're not usually this talkative!"
Wei Ying seemed extremely surprised, and pointed at him, saying to Xu Milu:
"Madam Xu, we brothers are speaking from the heart. Look at him, he's usually so quiet, but today he's spouting such a long string of words, which shows how incredibly delicious this stuff is!"
The fact that these two young noblemen could eat stinky tofu, which Mo Xuan would avoid at all costs, made Xu Milu look at them with new respect. She raised an eyebrow:
"Then I'll take this as your approval of my cooking skills. The curfew is over now, and you two can't leave the market. I'll make a midnight snack tonight. Would you like some?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Of course I want it!"
Wei Ying hurriedly agreed, but the next second a blush crept onto his face:
"But we only possess mundane possessions, lacking any spiritual seeds to substitute for them, and we have no cultivation techniques whatsoever..."
Cheng Chumo, standing to the side, also bowed slightly, looking troubled.
"I've heard that there's an Osmanthus Garden above the Wei residence, where the golden osmanthus blossoms fill the air with fragrance every autumn. When they bloom, the garden is covered in golden clouds, and the aroma can travel for miles. Right now is the season for making osmanthus jam. If the young master of the Wei family doesn't want to eat for free, then next time you come, please bring me thirty catties of fresh osmanthus flowers, fifteen catties of red osmanthus and fifteen catties of golden osmanthus. Would that be alright?"
Xu Milu did not propose reducing the cost of the meal, but instead suggested a compromise.
"Excellent, excellent!"
Wei Ying readily agreed and turned to look at Cheng Chumo:
"Xuanbo, my father is very fond of those osmanthus flowers. Why don't you come to my house to see me another day, and we can shake some osmanthus flowers together to pay for Madam Xu's meal? How about that?"
Thirty catties of osmanthus flowers is no small amount.
"good."
Cheng Chumo nodded slightly, clearly agreeing with the idea of paying for meals with work.
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At this moment, there were only two customers in the shop: Wei Ying and Cheng Chumo. Mo Xuan was still caught in a dilemma about whether or not to try the stinky tofu. Xu Milu shook her head, fed the fire spirit two pieces of charcoal, and reheated the oil.
For a late-night snack, you have to eat something oily and steaming hot, preferably with big chunks of meat or fried food. Eating it brings a kind of joy that you can't experience during the day.
So she decided to make crispy pork belly.
Take a piece of pork belly with three layers of fat and three layers of cooked meat, use the back of a knife to slowly rub away the fine hairs on the surface, and finally scrape it again with the blade of the knife, then wash it clean in water.
Cut the long strip of pork belly vertically into strips no more than five centimeters wide and twenty centimeters long. Then make crosswise cuts, leaving the skin intact. Prick the skin side with a metal skewer to create tiny holes so it won't burst open when frying.
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