Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 376 Cat Nuo Dance

Chapter 376 Cat Nuo Dance

The lights of Wangshu Inn meandered in the night of Dihuazhou, like a galaxy falling into the world. Yan Xiao's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and the violet melon slices on the chopping board were gilded by the moonlight. The spicy aroma of Jueyun pepper made Xizhi, who was sitting on the judges' bench, sneeze three times in a row. The silver-gray fluff exploded into a dandelion ball, and the golden bell at the tip of the tail hit the celadon teacup and jingled.

The terrace on the third floor was immersed in a warm golden halo, and there was a rustling sound from Grandma Ping's wide sleeves - Xizhi buried his head deeper, but the dragon horn golden bell betrayed his eavesdropping posture. Paimeng hung on the carved railing angrily, and his starry sky cloak fluttered as he stomped his feet: "Mr. Zhongli was looking for a cat so hard that he couldn't even listen to the three bowls of opera! Walnut almost pulled out the ghosts of Wuwang Hill to ask for directions!" The elf poked the cat's pink nose with his fingertips, "The traveler almost pulled out all the reeds in Dihuazhou! You are so in a good mood to be a judge here!"

The long silver-gray tail quietly wrapped around Ying's wrist and shook it lightly. A smile appeared in her smoky emerald eyes: "Article 1,200 of the Liyue Property Law, furry cats have the right to take walks on their own~" The lawyer's fingertips combed through the soft hair behind Xizhi's ears. The friction between the plum blossom hairpin and the fur produced tiny static electricity, which startled a few small flowers on the cat's paw pads.

"Master Doll is in a good mood." The shopkeeper Huaian turned out from behind the screen, holding a blue-glazed teacup. The abacus beads on his waist clattered as his eyes swept over Yu Qing. "The third bill for the glass teacup this month—" Behind him, the ginkgo pattern of Filgodette's gilded cheongsam flowed under the sky lantern. The red pen tapped the list of participants: "Deduct five points. Anyone who uses the store's celadon plates privately is a joke."

"The culprit is combing his fur." ​​Yu tilted his head against the red lacquer pillar, and the comb made of lightning passed over the tip of Xizhi's tail. The moment the comb teeth touched the dragon horn, the glass lily in the judges' seat suddenly bloomed, and the dust-cleansing bell on Grandma Ping's wrist rippled: "It is a blessing for the inn that the cat that can make Yaksha warm herbal food and immortals comb their fur can lift the roof."

The terrace suddenly became quiet. In the shadow of the eaves, the tassels of Xiao's Nuo mask fell halfway, and the moon-white necklace swept across the ends of Ying's hair. The traveler smiled softly, hooked her fingertips on the tassels and gently pulled them - the gilded pupils in the dark rippled, and the frost flowers formed by the black fog of karma fell into her palms.

"Ahem!" The clear sound of the jade chime shattered the delicate atmosphere. Xizhi knocked over the teacup when he rushed onto the long table, and the amber tea spread on the recipe of "Jueyun Pepper Roasted Viola", just completing the word "烧" that was stained with blood four hundred years ago. The beads of Huai'an's abacus suddenly got stuck. He stared at the claw-shaped rock-patterned seal on the side of the recipe, and his old fingers stroked the faded gold words "Drinking the Moon and Picking Stars".

"Now that the fireworks are lit, let's light up the way home." Grandma Ping stuffed the furry cat into Yan Fei's arms and tapped the table with her fingers like dead branches. Thousands of sky lanterns suddenly lit up, illuminating the moonlight that had settled in her eyes for a thousand years.

The moment Yan Xiao turned around to take the pot off the stove, hot oil splashed like a shower of stars. Xi Zhi's pupils suddenly shrank - the arc of light drawn by the flipping spoon coincided with the trajectory of Fu She's spear breaking through the black tide of the rock. The cat's tail unconsciously beat the drum beat of Nuo Opera, the golden bell on the tip of the tail resonated with the clanging of the iron pot, and the clear sound of the dust-cleansing bell penetrated the night fog of Dihuazhou.

"I bet five hundred Mora, I'm going to show myself." Yu Qing's thunder comb turned into a stream of light, and before he finished speaking, the kitchen knife had already carved a rock pattern on the rhizome of the glazed lily. Xi Zhi "meow" pounced on the splashing spicy oil, and the moment the meat pad touched the heat wave, Xiao's refreshing fragrance spread over the stove, and the black fog of karma condensed into a whirlwind to support the cat's paw.

When the silver-gray fur ball fell into Yu Qing's special mint milk cap, the tip of his nose was red with spiciness and snow-colored foam, and his amber pupils were rippling. Yan Xiao wiped his sweat and presented the green porcelain plate. The moment the pepper fragrance filled the carved window cotton, the past memories surged like a tide - the chef of Wangshu Inn also served the delicacies that combined the essence of the two schools to relatives and friends. The glass cup reflected the smile of the old friend, and the pepper and salt jar was filled with star and moon talk. Now the stove fire is still there, but the joy of the night talk around the stove in the past has turned into the back of the honest cook named "Yan Xiao" facing the stove alone.

"This taste has the soul of returning to the bonfire of the original place." Grandma Ping's teacup rippled with thousands of layers of waves, and the dust-cleansing bell brushed across the rock pattern on the plate. The phantom of Maxius, condensed by the fragrance of pepper, jumped onto the glass lamp, and the steps of the Nuo dance startled the dust on the beams, like falling snow covering old scars.

"Cheating!" The merchant stood up and slammed the table, pointing at the dragon scale pattern on the kitchen knife. Xizhi turned into silver-gray lightning and pounced, snatching away the melon slices on the top of the hat. Xiao's fingertips crushed the spicy illusion, and the clear snow fell into Yuqing's tea cup.

"Liyue's ancient way, drink the moon and pick the stars." Grandma Ping knocked on the teacup, and the lily buds that emerged from the cracks in the blue bricks pointed to the ink claw marks on the recipe. Yan Xiao trembled as she held out the yellowed food book, and the blue dragon emblem on the front page pierced Xi Zhi's pupils - five hundred years ago, blood rain poured down, and she pushed the dying cook into the cave, and pressed the bloody claw marks on the half-volume of recipes in his arms.

When the midnight bell rang and shattered the illusion, the golden shovel medallion glowed with rock patterns in Yan Xiao's palm. The glazed tiles on the top floor of the inn were soaked in moonlight, and Xi Zhi was weaving a heart-shaped buckle with the tassels of Xiao's Nuo mask. Among the thousands of sky lanterns reflected by the Yaksha wrist armor, one suddenly turned into a phantom of a blue dragon, holding her blown tail hair and shaking it gently.

"Kacha!" Ying's camera captured this moment: the silver-gray fur ball and the fireworks at the port spelled out the fragments of "Ode to the Kitchen God" in the night sky, and the transparent dragon tail at the edge of the photo embraced Wangshu Inn, gently like a mother holding the new fire. The reeds on Dihua Island moved without wind, and when Xizhi turned over in her dream, the rock print under the ancient tree in Qingce Village glowed faintly, holding up a half-frozen shrimp ball pendant with condensed sugar - it was the farewell gift that Rong Zhao quietly stuffed into her sleeve before he died in the battle against the Fatui.