Emperor’s Domination

“This is a chicken soup shop.” Qingshi sitting opposite Li Qingshi gently reminded Li Qingnight when he made such a request.

Qingshi also thinks that Li Qi Night's requirements are too much. He runs an old chicken soup shop, only sells chicken soup, but Li Qi Night wants to drink duck soup, and he also has various requirements. What three years of duck, Wen Hot, Ewa cooker... this is just to smash the field.

“Oh, oh, oh, Guests, the shop only has chicken soup, no duck soup.” The old man laughed and said, “Guests want to try a bowl of chicken soup, passed down from generation to generation, it tastes great. ”

At this time, Li Qi night grabbed a handful of bamboo chopsticks playing with them, heard the old man's words, then glanced at the old man and said softly: “I only drink duck soup, not chicken soup. ”

Qingshi has nothing to say. Li Qi Night is totally hard for strong people. He came to his chicken soup store to drink duck soup. Isn't this going to smash someone's signature? This is pure hunting.

“Otherwise, we'll switch shops.” Qingshi was a little worried about the shopkeeper and was kind enough to change the subject.

Nor did the old man get angry, but he said with a smile: "Guest, the shop really doesn't have duck soup. How about a bowl of chicken soup? Head soup, flavor...”

“Duck soup, no chicken soup.” Li Qinight casually sprinkled the chopsticks in his hand on the table and said softly: “Just drink the duck soup and get me a pot. ”

The old man looked at the chopsticks placed on the table by Li Qi Night. It was just Li Qi Night, but it was so casual, but it was completely natural. It had become a pattern and jumped on the table, as if it were going to fly off the table.

At first glance at the pattern of this chopstick, the old man's face changed dramatically, took a step backwards, for one of the nitrogen, but, very quickly, breathed deeply, busily put the chopsticks on the table away, put them in the cartridge, bent down, laughed and said: “Duck soup, duck soup, duck soup immediately. ”

“Three years old duck, hot, brick cooker, stone water.” Li Qi Night commanded.

“Sure, sure.” The old man laughed and said, “Three years old duck, hot, brick cooker, stone water, remember that little one.” He said, bending over again, laughing, and then went into the back chef.

The old man suddenly changed such an attitude, which allowed Qingshi to stay for a while, and failed to react, he didn't understand why the store suddenly promised Li Qinight duck soup.

This Ming Chicken Tang old store, Li Qi came here at night to drink duck soup, that was to smash the scene, now the shopkeeper even promised, which makes Qingshi Baixi confused.

Of course, Qingshi did not see the pattern of chopsticks on the table just now, the old man put them away as soon as he reached out, Qingshi had no idea what had happened.

When the back of the store was busy, Qingshi couldn't help but wonder. “Why did the master drink duck soup? ”

To be honest, Qingshi has no idea. Running to the chicken soup store to drink duck soup is too unconventional. Moreover, Li Qinight did not pass by here. He clearly came all the way here.

It must be strange to come to the chicken soup store to drink duck soup. That doesn't make any sense.

Li Qi Night laughed, didn't say anything, just sat there, closed his eyes to support God.

Qingshi had to think for himself. He couldn't figure it out. He had to carefully measure the old store in front of him. He carefully measured the old store.

Seriously, in his view, there seems to be nothing surprising about an old store like this, in Ancestral City, but not a few.

After all, it is not surprising that the ancestral city has stood for tens of millions of years, with generations of old shops here.

But it's also strange, such an old store, Li Qi Night came all the way here, what exactly is this for, what kind of Xuan machine is there?

Qingshi couldn't tell, he didn't know what exactly was in this old store worth Li Qi night trip.

If the chicken soup here is absolute, Li Qi Night mouth to drink the chicken soup, that can be said, but Li Qi Night preferred to drink the duck soup.

In this situation, Qingshi Baixi was really confused. He believed that Li Qi Night could not come to such a chicken soup store for no reason. He must have come all the way here. As to why he came, Qingshi did not know.

In this old shop, there are only two guests like Li Qi Night, and there are no more guests besides them.

Strange to say, an old shop like this, in such a dense alley, in so many alleys, there are a lot of people living there, so it's called people moving around.

However, even if someone came and went outside the store, no one came in to drink the chicken soup, even though the chicken soup from the back chef had a tempting scent and no guests came in.

This situation is as if the old store is in the market, but at this moment, the people who come and go in the market often do not see the small store, this feeling, it is very weird, there is a feeling of unclear.

With this feeling, they couldn't help but strike a chill. Would they go into a ghost store or a haunted house or something? No one else could see it, only they could see it.

Although Qingshi doesn't believe in ghosts or anything, he is now in such a strange place. He will be furious more or less in his heart. He cannot help but look at Li Qi at night.

However, Li Qi sat there at night, closed his eyes to support God, as if he were asleep, not worried at all.

I don't know how long it took. Finally, a fragrance came along. When I smelled this fragrance, Qingshi knew that it was absolutely duck soup. It smelled completely different from chicken soup. As for how this smell was completely different, Qingshi couldn't tell.

But when he smells this scent, he can be sure that it must be the smell of duck soup, and when he smells the smell of duck soup, he swallows a sip without a fight.

This makes Qingshi strange, the store sells chicken soup, I didn't expect to make duck soup sheets smelling like chicken soup, absolutely no less.

“Coming, coming.” After a while, the old man brought out the hot duck soup and said with a smile: “Here comes the soup, here comes the soup, the soup just came out of the pot, it's refreshing. ”

Saying, the old man served the duck soup for Li Qi Night and Qingshi. He laughed and said: "Three years old duck, hot, brick cooker, stone water, guests taste it. ”

When the duck soup is served, the green stone can't wait to drink it. Puffing it up, he doesn't care about the image, because if he smells the duck soup alone, he already has a direct saliva.

In the blink of his eyes, Qingshi had already drank several large bowls of duck soup. When he looked up at Li Qi Night, he only saw Li Qi Night slowly drinking duck soup, pouring it into his mouth, very relaxed, slow strip.

Li Qinight was so relaxed, which embarrassed Qingshi and had to slow down his own speed.

And the old man stood beside him, and he kept smiling and watching. Of course, he wasn't looking at Qingshi, but smiling and watching Li Qi drink duck soup at night.

Seems like Li Qi enjoyed his duck soup slowly during the night, an appreciation for his outstanding craftsmanship.

“I'll have another bowl.” Qingshi didn't even know how many large bowls he drank. In the end, he was embarrassed and asked for another bowl. He thought his stomach was full of drums.

Qingshi is also the first duck soup to taste so good, and it is arguably the best duck soup he has ever had in his life and the best food he has ever had in his life.

What mountain flavor, what dish did he not eat before? But what he used to eat, the taste of the sea, dragon liver phoenix, compared to the duck soup here, it was all so dark that it couldn't be compared.

Compared to Qingshi's great speed, Li Qingshi drinks comfortably at night, which makes Qingshi very embarrassed, so he has to slow down so that he doesn't look like a hungry ghost.

Throughout the process, the old man waited patiently, laughing and watching Li Qi Night by Night drinking soup.

“What do the guests think of this soup?” When Li Qi Night drank almost as much, the old man asked with a smile.

“Nice. Nice work.” Li Qi Night bluntly said: “You've been making chicken soup all your life. I didn't expect you to be so good at making duck soup. ”

“Oh, oh, oh, where, where.” The old man laughed and said, “If the Guest wants to drink, I'll have to show them what I can do. ”

“Three years of duck, that's all.” Li Qi Night laughed and said: “Once upon a time, I knew that there was a dead duck, old enough to live. Although the meat was a little woody and the bones were hard, if such a dead duck used to make soup, I believe it must taste good. ”

Li Qi Night makes Qingshi sound a little fuzzy. I don't know what that means. What kind of dead duck do you have to use to cook soup or something?

“Oh, hey, hey, adult joke.” The old man laughed and said, “I, I didn't know there was such a duck. ”

“Understandably, you don't necessarily see a real duck either.” Li Qi smiled and said: “But I've always wanted to grab this duck to cook soup, to change the taste. I heard that the longer you live, the more soup you make, the better it tastes, don't you think? ”

“This, this little one is unclear.” The old man laughed.

“Nor is it hard for you.” Li Qinight shook his head with a smile and said: “In a shitty place like this, you need to find a dead duck who has lived that long. It's also hard for you, just because you can't find it, this pot of soup is enough today. ”

“That's, that's.” The old man laughed and said, “The Guest understands, it's a small blessing, a small blessing.” Speaking of which, he couldn't help but relieve himself.

Qingshi listened to something so unclear next to him, he couldn't understand a thing, didn't know what it meant.

Today is the second day.