Chapter 643: Spring is here

Madam Duan laughed for a long time, but found that the surroundings were silent. Everyone had no reaction for a long time, and couldn't help but say, "What? Don't you believe it? You will know when I explain it!"

Speaking of this, Duan Niang was very happy to put on her scattered bun, clearing her throat and said, "The main ingredients of this Ten-Full Tonic Rib Broth are black chicken ribs, which are made of ten medicinal materials: Angelica sinensis, Chuanxiong, Cooked Rehmannia, Atractylodes macrocephala, Codonopsis ginseng, White Peony, Astragalus, Lycium, Roasted Licorice, and Black Date. Black Chicken Rib Broth are originally integrated, but in order to make the medicinal food better penetrate into the bones, they must be divided into two. Besides, these Ten-Full Medicinal materials should be both ten-year-old. If the growth period is uneven, the medicinal effects will be difficult to exert full effect. The growth period is too short, the medicinal food is not good, the growth period is too long and the medicinal taste is too heavy, which is counterproductive. So no matter how you look at it, "Ten-Year Life and Death are both inconsistent" should be the "Ten-Full Tonic Black Chicken Rib Broth Soup" is correct!"

Seeing that Duan Niang was so concise, Fang Jie believed it 90% and couldn't help but ask: "Since you know so well, will you make this dish?"

Duan Niang, who was already proud of herself, suddenly felt her expression stagnated and she said in a very embarrassing way: "No."

After saying that, she seemed to remember something again, and hurriedly said, "Does Mr. Fang still remember the one he met in Badidian last time was Kaibiluo? She has a lot of experience in medicinal food. She will definitely make it in the past ten years of life and death. I have bought a small amount of goods from her before, otherwise I wouldn't have any understanding of this dish."

"Is it Kaibiluo?" Fang Jie pondered for a moment. Although he didn't show anything on his face, he was quite happy. Since someone could already cook this dish and that person also met him, there was no need to kill him. If he learned one of the three palms after the eighteen palms of the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, he would have a great chance. The rest was to pull off his old face and ask others for help.

Thinking of this, Fang Jie immediately opened a text message to Biluo and explained the situation to the other party. The text message was quickly replied to it, but the content was to ask him to have an interview. Since it was asking someone to do something, Fang Jie certainly would not think that the other party's request was inappropriate, so he agreed immediately and agreed to meet at Chang'an Wangxing Tower two hours later.

After the negotiations were made, Fang Jie was in a good mood and was about to leave the ruined temple immediately. Who would have thought that the senior leaders of the Beggar Gang were dragging him to death and refused to let him leave, especially the Beggar Gang, whose flattery looks made Fang Jie feel very numb.

It turned out that after asking, I found out that these people wanted him to help solve puzzles. After all, all the elders of the Beggar Gang and the nine-bag disciples of the Beggar Gang who were qualified to learn the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing Dragon had asked Hong Qigong to take over the puzzle solving task of the next three Palms, but they all got poetry and prose recipes. Now there is a master who is "learning and talented" in their eyes. With the help of the cooking master Duan Niang, who doesn't want to take this opportunity to solve their puzzle solving tasks?

Fang Jie was very helpless. After all, he was most afraid of trouble. But why did he say that he came to kill Hong Qigong this time? The others did give him enough face. Although he did not kill Hong Qigong in the end, these people did not frown from beginning to end. Fang Jie asked himself that he had not reached the level of a selfish villain, so he had to agree and said the ugly words first: "For the sake of his fellow disciples in the past, it is not impossible to help you explain the recipe, but his ability is very limited, and it may not be 100% correct. I can only do my best. To put it bluntly, as a Chinese, even his Chinese studies have asked for help from others. Should you reflect on it carefully? It is better to ask for yourself than to ask others. I still have my own things to do, so I will only help you solve ten other things. You can think of your own way."

After hearing this, everyone turned red and they were ashamed. After a while, someone in the crowd whispered: "Boss Fang is willing to help us solve puzzles. It is indeed a perfect ending. But there are so many nine bags of disciples who have received the puzzle task. How should these ten places be allocated? I suggest that other people in addition to Boss Beggars, others will decide the places according to the ranking list of experts of the Beggars Sect. If those who do not have the ranking want to solve puzzles, they will find a way by themselves, or pay some money to find Boss Fang to solve puzzles privately!"

After all, strength is the most respectful thing in the game. When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but talk, but in the end most people nodded in agreement. Some people were unwilling to accept it and had to be kept in their hearts. If they wanted to blame, they could only blame themselves for being incompetent and not diligent enough. After all, opportunities are always for those who are prepared.

Seeing that the discussion gradually became less and less, the beggar among the beggars knew that everyone had no objection, so they hurriedly came to Fang Jie and said with a smile: "Hehe, Young Master Fang is indeed very wise and loyalty comes first, so I'm not polite!"

Fang Jie rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, just let it go if you have a fart!"

The beggar among the beggars was not angry. They took out a wrinkled note from their arms and looked at it for a long time before saying embarrassedly: "This...hehe. There is no way. I know nothing about Chinese studies. When I took over the task, I remembered it on this note. I didn't expect that I would use it today... Ha, okay, I won't talk nonsense... My sentence is called 'The old things in the Six Dynasties are like flowing water'. Please think about it, what kind of dish is this?"

Fang Jie was slightly stunned and thought for a long time before he said, "This sentence 'The Old Things of the Six Dynasties are like flowing water' comes from the second film of Wang Anshi's "Guizhi Xiang". The original sentence is 'The Old Things of the Six Dynasties are like flowing water, but cold smoke and decay grass is green'... This 'Six Dynasties' refers to Wu, Eastern Jin, Song, Qi, Liang, and Chen. It is difficult to guess what ingredients they mean. The subsequent 'River Like Water' must also refer to a kind of soup food, but 'River Like Water' is not water. Adding the artistic conception of the word 'Old Things' should be a relatively sticky soup food..."

Thinking of this, Fang Jie looked at Duan Niang beside him and asked, "Think about it, is there a dish that is sticky and is made of six ingredients?"

Duan Niang, who had an experience, was not crazy this time, and she didn't think about it for a long time and said hesitantly: "Yes, yes, yes, but it is not exactly the same as what you said. There is a kind of porridge called "Six Flavors and Heart Porridge", which uses rice, mung beans, white lentils, peanuts, lotus seeds and longan meat, and six red dates and rock sugar water, and simmers, and the state is sticky and the porridge is green..."

"It should be." Fang Jie pondered for a moment and smiled: "The six main ingredients are exactly in line with the meaning of the Six Dynasties. There are six red dates with the auxiliary meaning. The state is sticky, which corresponds to 'the old things are like flowing water'. In terms of context, the color of the porridge is green and it corresponds to the four words 'decaying grass and green'..."

Speaking of this, Fang Jie blinked at the beggar and said, "How is it? I can only help you analyze this step. As for whether it is right, I dare not say it, but I will definitely not leave it alone. Why don't you try it first?"

The beggar among the beggars was already happy and nodded repeatedly, "Thank you so much! Although I don't understand those poems, I think the answer is this after you explain it. Damn, fortunately you are here, otherwise I wouldn't have thought of that aspect! I admire you! I am really convinced today! Although you are no longer a disciple of the Beggars' Sect, if you need anything to help in the future, just tell me, brother, I will go through fire and water, and I will never say anything!"

"Come on, you, who can't write a blank check!" Fang Jie despised the other party with disdain, too lazy to talk nonsense to the other party, and whispered: "Next!"

The beggar who was despised by Fang Jie couldn't help but rush to say: "Hey, why are you like this? I'm serious... Of course, if you are a good person to the end and can help me get that six-flavor heart-raising porridge, that would be even better!"

"Damn, why don't you die!" Fang Jie laughed and scolded, kicked the beggar among the beggars away with one kick, and looked around and said, "Next? Who? Come up!"

Everyone in the audience looked at me, and I looked at you, but no one talked to you for a long time. After a while, a disciple of the Beggars' Gang walked out of the crowd and responded in a strange tone: "I!"

"You?" Fang Jie couldn't help but be happy when he saw the person. He looked at the other party for a long time before saying, "Shangguan Haoran, it's been a long time no see!"

The person who came was Shangguan Haoran. Although this person was kicked off the position of disciple and was plotted against by Fang Jie once, his foundation was still there. After a period of time, he actually practiced his martial arts again. As soon as Fang Jie, the spiritual leader of the Dirty Clothing Sect, he could no longer bear the loneliness and jumped out to take over the position of the Dirty Clothing Sect's spiritual leader, and began to sing a counter-tune with the Beggars among the Beggars.

This time Shangguan Haoran came to watch the battle, Fang Jie killed Hong Qigong, and his purpose was not so simple. He originally planned to take advantage of the situation if he had the opportunity. Who would have thought that things would eventually turn into this? Seeing that Fang Jie was kind enough to help everyone solve the puzzle. Although he did not have the title of elders of the Beggars' Sect, Shangguan Haoran, who had already become the second-ranked figure of the Beggars' Sect, certainly did not want to miss the opportunity to learn the last three palms of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. After hesitating for a long time, he still pulled his face off and stood up.

Seeing Fang Jie looking at him like a playful look, Shangguan Haoran couldn't help but feel red and white, but in the end the temptation of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms overcame self-esteem. He mustered up the courage to clasp Fang Jie, pretended not to know Fang Jie, and shouted: "Shangguan Haoran, the second in the Beggars' Sect's masters, I beg Mr. Fang to help me solve the puzzle!" When he said this, Shangguan Haoran's teeth trembled, obviously a bit unspeakable.

Fang Jie didn't have a bad impression of Shangguan Haoran. Seeing the other party's gritting teeth, he didn't care. He smiled and said, "Okay, you can report the poems."

"Mr. Fang!" The beggar who was kicked away by Fang Jie just now ran back and said with a treacherous face: "You, you...why are you... you can help him!"

Fang Jie smiled and said, "Since the rules are set, we have to follow the rules. I don't want to pay attention to the conflicts between you. Anyway, what I said must be counted."

The beggar among the beggars couldn't help but be stunned. After glanced at Fang Jie helplessly, he turned around and glared at Shangguan, and then stepped aside in disappointment. Shangguan Haoran was also slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, Fang Jie was so easy to talk to. While he was a little doubtful, he still said aloud: "My sentence is 'I can't send you thousands of thoughts', I hope you can give me advice!"

Fang Jie seemed to be familiar with this sentence "Thousands of thoughts are hard to send". Without thinking, he said to Duan Niang beside him: "This sentence comes from Li Qingzhao's "Nian Nujiao. Spring Love"... Think about whether there is some kind of spring scroll food, which is wrapped in various silky ingredients..."

As the saying goes, "I quickly thought of a top-quality pastry called "Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand

Fang Jie nodded to Duan Niang with appreciation, turned around and looked at Shangguan Haoran and said, "How is it? The answer is for you, and the rest depends on your own."

"This..." Shangguan Haoran hesitated for a while and couldn't help but say, "Mr. Fang thought about it again? Will the answer given so quickly be inappropriate?"

After hearing this, Fang Jie couldn't help but look cold. He knew that the other party was judging a gentleman's heart by the heart of a villain, and sneered: "Since you are here to ask me, then I can say whatever I want. As for whether I believe it or not, that's your business. Don't be ignorant of being a human being!"

"You!" Shangguan Haoran, who was already frustrated, could not bear the bird's energy, but he was about to do it but realized that he was no match for the other party at all. He had to scan the people who were watching the jokes with a gloomy face, then turned around and crawled into the crowd, and his figure soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

Seeing Shangguan Haoran left, the beggar among the beggars was very upset and cursed: "Damn, I didn't even say thank you, I don't know what's good at all!"

Fang Jie gave the beggar a blank look, but he was too lazy to care about the man saying sarcastic words behind his back. He directly began to solve the mystery for the others. After promising more than a dozen riddles, he saw that the agreed time was almost up, so he had to say goodbye to everyone and leave.

Of course, the nine-bag disciples of the Beggars' Sect who didn't have the chance to find Fang Jie to solve puzzles were very unwilling, but they also knew that Fang Jie had already done his best today. However, with Fang Jie's puzzle-solving ideas, everyone has learned a little more or less experience. They all secretly decided to make up for the knowledge of Chinese studies first, and then come back to solve the puzzle with their own strength. Therefore, everyone was disappointed with Fang Jie's departure and felt that Fang Jie's ability to become the number one master at the moment was indeed worthy of his reputation.

When accompanied Fang Jie to the Wangxinglou Road in Chang'an City, Duan Niang looked at Fang Jie differently. After all, girls would have some admiration for talented men. Duan Niang, who has always been a stingy personality, began to blush when she saw Fang Jie. She finally suppressed the shyness in her heart, and then smiled mischievously: "Boss, if you are more handsome, I'm afraid all women in the world will fall in love with you!"

Fang Jie was immediately disgusted by these words, thinking to myself whether you mean I am ugly or I love everyone? After staying for a while, Fang Jie came to his senses and said to him, "Why are you talking to Jiang Xiaoyue now? Call me Fang Jie, Young Master Fang, the master, it's fine, but it's best not to call me boss. I'm particularly disgusted with the word "boss", which makes me feel like I'm playing house with a bunch of ignorant little kids."

"Tsk!" Duan Niang said disrespectfully: "Now the sisters in Wangqing Pavilion call you this in private. Everyone thinks it is more friendly to call you this way. They call you Fang Jie, but they don't respect enough. They call you Young Master Fang, and call you a playboy. They call you a Pavilion Master. It's too vulgar and disgusting, so they have to call you Boss. Think about it, a group of beauties call you Boss, that's so interesting. How are you playing house..."

Fang Jie rolled his eyes, and was too lazy to care. Duan Niang seemed to refuse to give up, and she said a lot of words along the way, such as asking Fang Jie what zodiac sign, what kind of personality girls he likes, what hobbies he usually has, and what books he likes to read... In short, the questions asked were all the nonsense that the women inside Wangqing Pavilion often gossip in private when they were bored, which made Fang Jie roll his eyes and wanted to find a hole to hide.

After finally reaching Wangxing Tower, Duan Niang sighed again: "Oh, it turns out that the boss is Gemini. Gemini is very fickle. Fortunately, you are not handsome enough, otherwise you would not know how many kind women you would harm..."

Fang Jie, who could not bear it anymore, couldn't help but stare at Duan Niang who had never stopped after hearing this, and said, "What's wrong with Gemini? What's wrong with fickleness? Only girls believe in that trick! Constellation learning is Western divination learning? You were born in the East, and the influence of the constellation orientation and star power in the sky are different from that in the West. Is it good? You look at how you know very well about Western constellation learning, so why are you not interested in studying the art of the East? Don't talk about any constellations with me in the future, I don't like it the least!"

It would be fine if you didn't say this. When Duan Niang was energetic again, she couldn't help but stretch out her fair wrist and smiled charmingly: "Ah, I've heard that you understand Yi Shu. Will you look at your palm? Help me see where!"

Fang Jie, who was about to enter the Wangxing Tower, couldn't help but pause, looked down at the tender hand that had reached in front of him, and looked Duan Niang up and down, left and right for a long time. When Duan Niang's face became more and more red and almost couldn't control it, Fang Jie turned his head suddenly and walked into the Wangxing Tower, while sighing: "Oh, spring is here..."

Of course, Duan Niang knew that Fang Jie was turning around and scolding her. She was so angry that she stomped her feet and followed her in. However, thinking that she was almost teasing Fang Jie along the way, Duan Niang couldn't help but smile, thinking that this time she would go back and talk to her sisters again. When they saw that they would still say that our Pavilion Master was a person who was not a worldly fireworks.

Of course, Fang Jie didn't know that the women in Wangqing Pavilion had joined forces behind their backs to discuss what to tease him. After entering the elegant room with Kai Biluo, he found that Kai Biluo had already met with the sect. Yi Yi had been waiting here for a long time. While feeling a little embarrassed, he couldn't help but step forward and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I've let you wait for a long time, I'm a little late."

He Kaibiluo smiled indifferently and said, "Fang Shaoyan is heavy, the agreed time has not yet arrived, and it is not too late. Although men are usually waiting for women, I don't want to be so pretentious... Let's get back to the topic. I have prepared ten dishes you want, and I have already brought them all. However, my request is that the Chamber of Commerce that Mr. Fang has recently planned to build must have a place in our Babao Pavilion..."
Chapter completed!