"Of course, the nickname must be taken, whoever circ.u.mvents the sky." Xue Meng appeared to be enthusiastic and enthusiastically introduced to Chu Yuning, "I don't think you are young, should you be no more than five years old?" Then you are just born and dead, and you are still unfamiliar with everyone. If you are familiar with it, you will know that the twenty elders here have almost the nickname among the disciples."

"Oh." Chu night Ning looked at him quite deeply, "For example?"

"That can be said. But now is not early, my stomach is a little hungry. Thank you for your mention today, I will take you down the hill to eat some late night, eat and talk."

Chu Xiaoning looked down and thought, smiling: "Well, okay."

Xue Meng took up the Dragon City and pulled the hand of Chu Yuning. The disciples who were in the drums and the two men who had narrowed their bodies walked along the long bamboo stone steps to the mountain gate.

"Little brother, what do you call it?" Xue Meng asked as he walked.

Chu night Ning calmly replied: "My name is Xia."

"What about summer?"

"Xiais.h.i.+ reverse."

Xue Meng did not realize the deep meaning, and was very happy to ask: "Yes, very nice. What two words?"

Chu nightning looked at him with a sloppy look: "...Situ’s division, counter-intuitive. Xia s.h.i.+ reverse.”

"Oh." Xue Meng asked with a smile. "So how old are you? I guessed it right before, is it not more than five years old?"

"..." Chu night Ning black face, fortunately Xue Meng looked at the road, did not go to see his look, or was scared to be scared, "No, the Lord guessed wrong. ... I am six years old."

Xue Mengdao: "Then you are really talented, although it is a little worse than I was in the past. But a little adjustment / teaching, it must be a great afterlife. So, you don't have to learn under the door, you call me A brother, I am going to ask my teacher to accept you as a disciple. Are you looking good?"

Chu nightning endured hard to turn his eyes: "What do you want me to call you?"

"Master brother." Xue Meng smiled and bent down and played the forehead of Chu's late night. "This opportunity is not for anyone."

Chu night Ning looks complicated: "..."

"What's wrong, happy to say nothing?"

Chu nightning: "..."

The two were walking with laughter and laughter, at least Xue Meng thought they were walking with "speaking and laughing." Suddenly, I wore a voice behind me. After I finished this conversation, I might have a conversation with Xue Meng.

"Well? Meng Meng, how are you here?"

The whole life and death, will be tempted to take control of Xue Meng called Meng Meng, who else? Xue Meng and even his head have not turned around, and his mouth has already opened.

"Ink burns your dog thing, you call me that again, believe it or not, I pulled your tongue."

As soon as I turned around, I was swaying in the light clothes, standing under the bright moon and laughing at the two. He originally wanted to make a funny joke, and suddenly noticed that Xue Meng was standing next to a child with a beautiful Peugeot. He couldn’t help but say: "This is..."

Xue Meng pulled Chu Ningning behind him and set his eyes on the ink. "Can you manage it?"

"Don't stop, don't hide it." The ink burned around and grabbed Xue Meng's hand, and dragged Chu Yuening out. He knelt down and looked at it carefully. He suddenly snorted and muttered, "This child It’s a good life.”

Chu night Ning Xinsheng was alert: "..."

“I always feel like I have seen it.”

Chu nightning is not good, if the ident.i.ty is known, then what other faces will he be? Thinking of the subconscious, I took a step back and turned to escape.

"Don't go!" The ink burned and smiled and grabbed him. He extended his finger and pulled it on the nose of Chu night, and whispered slowly. "Come, little brother, tell your brother what is your name?"

The nose that he touched was straight and greasy, and Chu Ning was guilty and guilty, and went straight back.

The ink burned that he was afraid, haha ​​laughed and said: "What are you hiding, hey, tell your brother, are you surnamed Xue?"

Xue Meng: "???"

The smoldering pointed to Xue Meng and asked Chu Xiaoning with a smile: "This person, are you jealous? You have to tell the truth, so your brother will hurt you and buy sugar for you."

"You are sick, ink rain!!" Xue Meng Deng bombed, a face rose red, thorns and shouted, "You, you, what are you thinking? You, you! You, you Dirty! You and you are stinky!"

Chu nightning is also silent for a while, but my heart is slightly wider: "...my name is Xia, it is a disciple under the elders of the elders, Xia s.h.i.+ reverse."

"Scared you?" The ink burned his eyes and smiled. He was not stupid. He heard the name of the name when he heard it. "Haha, it means something."

"..."

"You are sick!" Xue Meng pushed away the ink and angered. "He is my new friend, and it has nothing to do with you. We are going to eat late at night, you give me away."

"Oh." The ink burned away. But soon, both hands were resting behind their heads, and they smiled and followed them.

Xue Meng whispered to him: "What are you doing?"

"I also go down the mountain to eat late at night." The ink burned without a word, "No?"

Xue Meng: "........."

Impermanent town.

Since the establishment of the sect of the dead, the original ghost town has gradually recovered from the past, and now even a little bit of excitement.

At this time, the night market was opened. Xuemeng and his entourage walked between the stalls and found a shop selling antiques and sat in front of the open-air wooden table.

The “Antique 羹” is made of copper kettle and is placed on a charcoal pot. When you eat, the fire does not go out, and the soup in the kettle is cooked. The soup is often heavy and spicy. The fresh ingredients are full of tables, and what you want to eat is thrown in. Because the food falls into the boiling water, it will make a "squeaky" sound, so it is named antique.

This is a famous dish of Chuanxiong, but Chu nightning has never only eaten the soup pot that does not put on the hot pepper. He does not eat spicy food.

Xue Meng was born in the land, and the ink burned in Xiangtan area. Both of them are used to the spicy. Naturally, they also feel that "Xiais.h.i.+ reverse" can definitely eat spicy.

When sitting down to order, Xue Meng cooked a variety of dishes, and went to: "There should be more pepper in the soup, and the red oil has to be put on hold."

Chu night Ning suddenly pulled his sleeves, faintly said: "I want to shabu-shabu."

"Hey?" Xue Meng thought he had got it wrong.

Chu night Ning black face: "You want to shabu-shabu, half spicy, half not spicy."

Xue Meng: "... are you not a monk?"

"Ok."

"Ah." Xue Meng nodded, showing a look of a sigh, but also a little surprised, looked at the night of the night, said, "Then you are so small away from home, it is also ... oh, forget it. "Forget it." He sighed and turned his head toward Xiao Erdao. "Well, shake the pot."

Chu Xiaoning did not know why he was unwilling to hear from Xue Meng’s tone.

Then he discovered that this was not his hallucination. Xue Meng was really unwilling. When he waited for the dishes, he was swearing: "Teacher, since you came to the shackles, you must learn to eat spicy. If you don't eat spicy, you can't mix with others. Get hot, do you know? You can't talk about Sichuan dialect, you can't eat chili. Right, where are you from?"

Chu night Ningdao: "Lin'an."

"Oh." Xue Meng thought for a moment and felt that he was not familiar with the water town in the south of the Yangtze River. He bit his chopsticks and asked, "Do you have a rabbit head in your hometown?"

Chu nightning has not yet answered, and the ink burned and said with a smile: "Of course, it is not eaten."

Xue Meng gave him a look, and Chu Ning also looked at him.

The ink burned a tripod on the long bench, the elbows were on the knees, and the chopsticks in the hands were fluently turned. I saw the girl and smiled. "What happened? I am not eating like this."

Xue Meng turned to ask Chu Yuning: "Do you really not eat?"

"Ok."

Xue Meng also burned: "How do you know? You have been to Linan?"

"I haven't been there." The ink burned a face. "But Xia Xiong and our masters are fellow villagers. Do you know that the master does not eat rabbit heads? When he takes cold dishes in Meng Po Tang, he does not mix with shallots. Tofu is to take the sweet-scented osmanthus sugar, don't believe you look at it next time."

Chu nightning: "..."

"Ah, I didn't pay any attention to it. Since I saw the teacher's breakfast last time, I easily dared not aim at his plate. It was terrible." Xue Meng touched his chin and slowly revealed a disgusting expression. "The taste of the Master is really hard to say. Do you know? He actually eats salty beans."

Chu nightning: "..."

Speaking of Xue Meng actually turned back and looked at him, his heart longevity: "Little brother, you must never learn from Yuheng elders, no one will be willing to eat with you in the future. Remember, rabbit head and peppers should eat. In the morning, eat beancurd, don't pour the sauce inside."

"There are also seaweed and dried shrimps."

"Yes, there are seaweed and dried shrimps." Xue Meng was hard to burn with the enemy. "It can't be tolerated."

Chu Xiaoning looked at the two fools and said with no expression: "Oh."

The dishes will soon be full, the frozen bamboo shoots are crisp, the green vegetables are green, the tofu is crystal clear, the fish fillets are tender, and the lamb slices become thin as a flapped roll, neatly coded in white porcelain dishes, crispy fried golden crispy Sewing the peppers, a pot of freshly ground soy milk was placed on the side of the case, and the short table was squeaky.

Friends.h.i.+p and daughters are all eaten at a meal, not to mention the sizzling antiques, three or two rounds of fat sheep simmering in the pot, one or two soy milk into the belly, Rao is the cold feelings of Xue Meng and ink burning, It is not temporarily relieved in the steam.

Xuemeng chopsticks rummaged in the spicy oil soup: "Hey, what about the brain I lost?"

"Your brain is not resting on your neck."

"I am talking about the pig brain!"

The ink burned and chopped the chopsticks and smirked: "Yeah, I am talking about the pig brain."

"Dog son, you dare to marry me-"

"Hey! Your brain is coming up! Eat and eat!"

Xue Meng was excited and was put in by him. He shouted: "Take your dog's claws away! Don't grab it with me, this is my brain!"

Chu Xiaoning sat on a small bench, holding a porcelain pot of sweet soy milk, while drinking a fragrant, while leisurely looking at the two childish ghosts. He is not eager to give in, anyway, the things in the half of the soup pot are his.

After drinking the soymilk, the child licked his lips and licked his lips. He smiled and asked him: "Is this younger brother like this?"

Chu nightning digested the t.i.tle of "little younger brother", and silently estimated the possibility of getting rid of this t.i.tle, and found that it was almost zero, so he had to say dryly:

"Well, not bad."

The ink burned and turned around: "Small two, this soy milk, give my younger brother another can."

Chu nightning then sat down with a second can.

He was born to eat sweets, but before he had eaten too many cakes and gave birth to fangs, it took a lot of effort to repair him. After that, Chu will rather face the face, not eating more every time.

At this time, it became a child, but it was convenient for him to eat dessert.

The ink burned and dragged him to eat and said: "Your taste and master respect is like."

Chu nightning was stunned, but his face was still very calm, quietly: "...the brother is the elder of Yuheng?"

"Yeah." Moji smiled and nodded. Pushed a steamer to Chu’s hand. "Come and taste this. I think you will like it too."

Chu Xiaoning picked up the leaves of the bamboo stalks in the steamer, biting a small mouth, soft and white skin revealing a mouth, the steaming bean paste stuffing inside is soft and sweet.

"It's delicious?"

Chu Xiaoning took another bite, and then nodded: "Yeah."

The ink burned and laughed: "Then you eat more."

When the three people ate and talked, Chu Xi Ning suddenly remembered the previous words. He did not care. After eating the fourth leaf, he asked Xue Meng: "Lord, you were in the mountains before." Tell me that every elder has a nickname. Since my elders are called the rotten king, what do you know about the nickname of the elders of Yuheng?"

The author has something to say:

The stem of the shabu-shabu comes from the joke "How to see how a Sichuanese is disappointed with you", and the following version of the adaptation of some of the characters in the article -

How do you see that the Lord of Death is disappointed with you?

Xue Ziming: Ok, let's shave the pot.

How do you see that the elders of Yuheng are disappointed with you?

Chu nightning: Yes. Don't put sugar without putting sugar.

How to see the sorrow of the dead and the handsome little brother is disappointed with you?

s.h.i.+ Mingjing: Hey... Well, if you grow up, you will grow your mother.

How do you see that Lin Yiru Feng Menmen’s Ye Zizi is disappointed with you?

Ye Forgiveness: I didn't play without playing.

How do you see that the Kunlun Grand Master is disappointed with you?

Mei Hanxue: Oh, the same upstairs is upstairs.

How do you see that the protagonist of this article is disappointed with life?

Ink rain: Hey! Dashou male is a big sc.u.m male.

Meat packs: ...and so on, seems to have a personal self-destruction?