Why is my master always lost and swollen? !

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was clear and the wind was breezy. While walking in the courtyard, Mr. Baohe was thinking about the next itinerary.

"A moving palace..." Mr. Baohe murmured.He always felt that he had heard of this place before, but he couldn't remember exactly where and from whom.

"I always feel that my memory has deteriorated recently." He sighed and said with emotion.

At this moment, a breeze wrapped in a sweet smell rushed towards the face, and the smell made people feel very appetizing.Mr. Baohe identified it, and the smell came from the kitchen.

"You might as well go and have a look." He thought to himself, so he walked towards the kitchen.

When we reached the door of the kitchen, we heard busy voices coming from inside.Mr. Baohe opened the curtain and went in, only to see the proprietress and Wenli wearing aprons and covering their heads, cooking and eating there.

"What delicious food are you doing?" Mr. Baohe asked with a smile, "I can smell the fragrance from far away."

"I'm making egg dumplings." The proprietress replied casually, without raising her eyes, and continued to be busy with her work.

"Egg dumplings..." Mr. Baohe heard about this kind of food for the first time, and was very curious, so he leaned over to see how the egg dumplings are made.

I saw the proprietress frying egg paste on a palm-sized pan. After the egg paste was slightly formed, she put some fried fillings on top, and then turned half of the egg cake over to cover the other half. , in the shape of semicircular dumplings. After the egg skins are fully cooked, they will naturally close up, and they will be picked up one by one and placed aside for later use.

The mountain poultry soup on Wenli's side has been tumbling for a long time at this time, and it has a strong aroma, which makes people want to stop.

"It looks very rich." Mr. Baohe said with a smile, thinking that this is a lucky meal.

The proprietress raised her eyes and saw that it was Mr. Baohe, she also smiled and said, "Guest, when did you come here? I was so busy that I didn't see you just now."

"Just passing by, come and have a look."

"Why don't you try my new pickled radish." The proprietress wiped her hands and said with a smile.

Mr. Baohe gladly accepted the invitation.

The vegetable jars of the proprietress are displayed at the back of the kitchen. It is said that the pickled radish is also a must in their hostel.Although there are elements of boasting in it, but recalling the taste of the Chongyang Cake yesterday, Mr. Baohe couldn't help but have expectations for this delicacy that is as famous as it.

"Try it." The proprietress picked out some with clean chopsticks and put them in a small plate for him to try.I saw that the skin of the whole radish had been sliced ​​open, but there was no interruption in the middle, and the radish itself was still wrapped. It looked very beautiful, and it tasted very crispy and delicious.

"It's really delicious!" Mr. Baohe swears, this is the best pickled radish he has ever eaten. "Madam, how much does this cost?"

"If it's you, you can just take as much as you want, and you don't need to pay." The proprietress put the lid on the jar again, pressed the stone on it, and said.

"This is so embarrassing." Mr. Baohe always felt that it was not good to take things from others for no reason.

"It's okay." The old woman smiled, "This method of pickling radishes was also taught by a traveler friend when I was young. You remind me of that old friend."

"This..." Mr. Baohe was still a little embarrassed.

"Why don't you do that," the proprietress smiled, "We're going to deliver some Double Ninth Cakes to the old neighbors in a while, and if the guests are free, come with us."

Mr. Baohe felt that giving Chongyang Cake was a good opportunity to experience the local customs, and he was rewarded with such delicious pickled radish, so he readily agreed.

"Although these radishes are delicious, they are not suitable for eating too much. I still have vegetables that have been hung up to dry some time ago. Now salt them, and mix them with dried shrimps, sesame oil, and vinegar later and eat them."

Mr. Baohe repeatedly praised the lady boss for her thoughtfulness.

"Guests go to the room and wait, the food will be ready later." The proprietress smiled.

Mr. Baohe nodded when he heard the words, and went back to the house to look for Liu Zian.He thought that the other party had already packed up, but he never wanted to push the door in but saw that he was still lying on the bed.

"Why don't you get up yet? Are you feeling unwell?" Mr. Baohe touched his cheek and heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't have a fever.

"Sir..." Liu Zian opened his eyes, only to see bloodshot eyeballs, "My feet hurt badly."

"Show me your feet." Mr. Baohe frowned, thinking that the wound might be infected.

However, Liu Zian stubbornly refused to stretch out his feet.

"It's not a big girl, so why be ashamed." Mr. Baohe laughed angrily at Liu Zian, and stretched out his hand to lift the quilt off his body.I saw that the forefoot of Liu Zian's left foot was festered, and the carrion hanging on it was black, which made people sick to look at.

"How did you do this?!" Mr. Baohe said in amazement. It stands to reason that if the skin was only scratched, the wound should not have deteriorated to this extent.

"I don't know either." Liu Zian looked blank.Although the wound had been aching when I slept last night, it didn't look so serious.Unexpectedly, when he woke up, the wound suddenly became like this.

"Lie down on the bed obediently, don't touch this wound." Mr. Baohe covered Liu Zian again with the quilt, and said, "Later, the proprietress and the others are going to deliver Double Ninth Cakes to the neighbors, I just happened to follow to see Is there any medical clinic nearby?"

"How can there be any neighbors in this barren mountain?" Liu Zian rolled his eyes and muttered, "It's probably a den of monsters."

"Whether it's a medical clinic or a monster's den, you have to find someone to look at your injuries." Mr. Baohe paused, then smiled lightly, "If we can meet a monster like Dr. Cao, we're lucky."

"Sir, I found that you are really brave." Liu Zian looked at Mr. Baohe and said word by word.

"If you're not courageous, you can't be your master." Mr. Baohe patted Liu Zian through the quilt, then straightened up, and said, "I'll get you something to eat."

Liu Zian nodded.

Although the wound on his foot was so painful that he was dying, but seeing Mr. Baohe worried and busy about it, he had a faint hope in his heart, it would be all right if the foot never healed.

Of course, Mr. Baohe doesn't know these things in his heart, and all he can think about now is to find a doctor quickly.I couldn't help speeding up my feet, but after a while, I came to the dining room.

"Uncle, where's Brother Zi'an?" Fang Xue looked behind Mr. Baohe and asked in surprise when she saw that there was no one there.

"Maybe it's because of the rain yesterday, and the wound on his foot has worsened." Maybe it was because he walked too fast just now, but Mr. Baohe breathed a little while speaking, "I'll serve him some food."

"Is the wound getting worse?" The proprietress asked with concern as she put food on the plate when she heard the words, but a complex look flashed in her eyes.

The hot spring is for getting rid of evil spirits. If the wound keeps getting worse, then Liu Zian may not have evil thoughts in his heart.

Mr. Baohe nodded, but he didn't say how serious the wound was, but asked eagerly, "Miss Boss, do you know where there is a doctor near here?"

"Doctor..." The proprietress thought for a while, and the little monsters who practiced around her were basically brought up by themselves. If Liu Zian was really evil, they would definitely not be able to cure him... Suddenly, the proprietress's eyes lit up, and she thought of something demon.Although the relationship has not been very good all the time, as a mountain god, he should still have some face.

"There is a doctor, but he lives a little far away." The proprietress replied.

"How far is it?" Mr. Baohe felt that Liu Zian's wound should be dealt with as soon as possible.

"I'm going to deliver cakes to his house today, and I'll be back before dark." The proprietress thought for a while and replied.

Mr. Baohe nodded. If you don't get lost, it's not too far away.

Worried about Liu Zian's wound, everyone hurriedly ate breakfast and set off on the road.Wen Li stayed to look at the store, while Fang Xue stayed to take care of Liu Zian.

"Your Excellency is the mountain god here." Walking on the mountain road, Mr. Baohe asked suddenly.However, even though it was a question, it used an affirmative tone.

The proprietress was taken aback when she heard the words, she felt weird and had an indescribable feeling.

In fact, since Mr. Baohe came, she has been trying to treat him as an ordinary guest and distinguish him from her old friend.But now, she couldn't bear it any longer.

"Your Excellency is the mountain god here." That's what he said when we first met.Then, the second time, the third time, the fourth time...he said so.Each time, he would smile and tell them when he left that he would be back.Indeed, he came back, but every return is another first acquaintance.No matter how hard they try, when they meet again, he will forget them.

She used to think that he deliberately pretended to forget them, or why every time no matter what they pretended to be, he could easily see their real bodies and say the same thing?However, after passing by many gods and monsters, she learned that Mr. Baohe was like this. He had indeed forgotten them, and besides them, he had forgotten many people...

No one knows exactly what kind of existence Mr. Baohe is, where he came from, and where he is going.In their impression, this person seems to be always on the road.And they are just passers-by to him.

"Boss lady?" Mr. Baohe saw the lady boss was in a daze, stretched out his hand and waved in front of her eyes, and called her.

"I made the guests laugh." The proprietress covered her face, calmed down, and then said, "I just thought of some past events."

Mr. Baohe nodded, feeling that the proprietress seemed unwilling to talk about the mountain god, so she didn't continue to pester her.

"Sister, do you think Mr. Baohe remembered something?" Chi Bao tugged at the sleeve of the proprietress, and asked by her ear when she knelt down.

In fact, Chi Bao also knew that Mr. Baohe probably didn't think of anything, but he couldn't help but want to ask, just like he did every time.

"What if I remember it this time?" He always held such expectations.

The proprietress patted Chi Bao's head, but said nothing.

Chi Bao sighed and lowered his head in disappointment.

"Why are you moaning and sighing?" Mr. Baohe asked when he saw that the red leopard was drooping his head in a bad mood.

The red leopard glanced at him faintly, bit his lower lip, and cried "Wow".

"Oh, why are you crying?" Mr. Baohe was bewildered by Chibao's cries, and looked at the proprietress for help, but unexpectedly, the proprietress' eyes were also red.

"This child has a very good relationship with my traveler friend." The proprietress wiped her tears and explained.

Mr. Baohe was a little astonished. He felt that although this reason made sense, it was very lame.There are a lot of travelers in this world, and they still run hostels. Is it possible that they cry when they see a traveler?

"Please give me condolences." Although he couldn't help complaining in his heart, Mr. Baohe comforted him out of politeness.

"Sorrow and change?" Chi Bao looked at Mr. Baohe in surprise, not understanding why he said that.If I remember correctly, this should be what I said when someone died!

"Yes." Mr. Baohe paused, and then said, "Didn't your friend pass away?"

"Death?!" Chi Leopard was stunned for a moment, then he started laughing so hard that tears came out of his eyes, "Hahaha, death!"

When Mr. Baohe saw Chibao crying and laughing, he felt that Monk Zhang Er was confused.But seeing the other party smile again, he was relieved and let him go.

The author has something to say: Egg dumplings are really delicious~