The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 1029 - 563: What the Hell?

The landlady ca over with a rag whose original color could no longer be discerned, hastily wiped the table twice as if going through the motions, and then turned back to leave. Ning Xiaoxian clearly saw a thick layer of grease still on the table.

She smiled wryly; this place was indeed quite "down to earth." Jiu Mo had never stooped to sit at such a small stall in his entire life, and now he sat extrely upright, fearful of getting his hands greasy.

The whistle took advantage of the ti the boss spent cooking to order two bottles of wine.

Ning Xiaoxian wouldn’t drink the inferior wine from this small stall, so she reached into her storage bag and took out her homade Spiritual Wine brewed this year, then brought out the red mud stove, using silver charcoal to slowly warm it over a small fire.

The wine was green and transparent, and under the heat of the charcoal, a fine layer of green foam quickly appeared on the surface, making it seem exceptionally clear. The whistle, fond of this as well, stared tightly at the Spiritual Wine and whispered, "What kind of wine is this?"

"It’s my homade wine, called Qingbi."

The whistle nodded; the wine was clear green, making the na quite appropriate.

While speaking, the landlady had already thumped three earthen jars onto the table. Each jar was about the size of an infant’s head, and as soon as they hit the table, a rich aroma of at mixed with dicinal herbs wafted up to everyone’s nose. They looked up to see that each jar was full of soup, with a layer of oil floating on top, and several large pieces of ribs bobbing in the light brown liquid.

"Slls good. What is it?" She scooped so into her mouth, and the first taste on her tongue was surprisingly sweet, followed by a rich, savory at flavor, and then a strong dicinal taste. After the dicinal taste faded, the aroma of the ribs ca back, leaving an endless aftertaste.

As soon as it entered her mouth, she applied her ntal thod to her tongue, and the secrets of the soup were clearly laid bare in her mind: To thicken the broth, the stall owner had added fried garlic, along with angelica, goji berries, Solomons’ seal, codonopsis, cinnamon, cyathula, 熟地, licorice, chuanxiong, star anise, fennel, cassia, cloves, and pepper, all wrapped in cheesecloth, which is why the soup was clear and free of impurities. The soup had been simred over a small fire for at least one and a half hours, forcing the fragrant oil from the ribs into the soup without making the at lose its essence, so the soft bones still had a bit of chewiness at the mont.

"The owner of this place calls it ’Bone and Flesh Separation.’

"..." What kind of terrible na is that? However, with the ribs simred almost to mush, the at would fall off the bone with just a gentle tug, so ’Bone and Flesh Separation’ it was. It’s not even the depths of winter yet, but in the Central Capital, it often snows at night. A hot soup like this on the table quickly warms a person from head to toe.

Hmm, this thod is so similar to the at bone tea she had tasted once on the Southeast Coast of Huaxia.

Ning Xiaoxian took a sip, smiled, and suddenly poured a few drops of the ward Spiritual Wine from the small stove into the jar. Instantly, a strange aroma was forced out, several tis stronger than the aroma of the at. Among the ancient bone cooking thods she knew, there was a recipe that included dicinal wine, and Spiritual Wine was more fragrant than any dicinal wine, so this aroma quickly drifted far and wide.

"Wow, it slls so good, so good!" The oilcloth on the adjacent stall suddenly lifted, and a big face popped in. This was a burly man, with a round head, big eyes, and a full face of stubble.

He didn’t even glance at the three people at the table but imdiately saw the Spiritual Wine on the small stove. His eyes wouldn’t budge, and he sniffed his nose, saying, "Good wine, good wine. Whose fine wine is this?"

Jiu Mo glowered at him, looking displeased. Ning Xiaoxian had seen Tantai Yi act greedy for wine and knew how tempting good wine was to a wine lover. At that mont, she found the man interesting and took out another small jar of Qingbi Wine from the storage bag, stuffing it into his hand, saying, "Just take it. Why ask so many questions?"

The man imdiately bead, looked at her two tis firmly, and without saying a word of thanks, retreated back into his blanket, then loudly called for the shopkeeper to bring a stove. It seed he intended to imitate her, warming the wine to drink.

The three of them paid no further attention to him, and the whistle, with the fine wine, started to quietly recount the events since their last eting.

Just a few sentences in, Ning Xiaoxian couldn’t help but exclaim, "What, you and Sister Tan already had a son, and it’s a pair of twins?!"

She couldn’t help but be shocked. These two moved fast! Although two years had passed, it was known that the whistle often traveled on business, and they spent more ti apart than together. Tsk tsk tsk, no matter how much in love they were, this success rate was really sothing!