The cannon fodder of quick travel is not sad

Chapter 200 Apple Cider Vinegar Xiaoli 5
The old lady was kind-hearted, and when she saw Zhang Qiang, she smiled and welcomed him in.

Zhang Qiang sucked his nose fiercely.

Really fragrant.

There was a moment of hesitation in my heart, but I was quickly overwhelmed by the aroma. I followed the old lady and walked in.

As he walked, he asked what kind of soup he was cooking.

The old lady smiled and said, "Broth."

Zhang Qiang: ...

Of course he knew it was broth, but he had never smelled something so fragrant. It was even more fragrant than the soup made by the master chef of a five-star hotel.

I can't control my mouth watering just by smelling it.

The old lady asked him to sit first, and went to the kitchen to serve the soup by herself.

The main room is not big, very ordinary, with an Eight Immortals table and four benches in the middle.

There is a Buddha statue on top. I don't know what it is. It looks a bit ferocious.

Zhang Qiang took a casual look and then looked away.

The old lady came out with a small bowl, which was still steaming and very fragrant.

Zhang Qiang's eyes were fixed on the bowl, and he hurriedly grabbed it.

Regardless of whether it's hot or not, just pour it into your mouth.

It smelled very good just now, but it tasted even more delicious. It was simply delicious.

While eating, I didn't forget to ask the old lady how she made the soup.

The old lady smiled and said, "It is boiled in the old way. Is it delicious? There is still more in the pot."

Zhang Qiang hurriedly handed over the bowl, but the old lady didn't pick it up. After a while, she brought out a soup basin.

Zhang Qiang was overjoyed.

He patted his chest and promised, "Old lady, don't worry, I won't eat your soup in vain. From now on, I will be the only one to protect you in this village. If anything happens, just tell me my name."

The soup bowl was full of fragrance and mist. Zhang Qiang looked down to drink the soup, but didn't notice the strange smile on the old lady's expressionless face.

"tasty?"

The stiff and cold sound was like fingernails scraping against the wall.

Zhang Qiang nodded repeatedly.

"Delicious, delicious, I have never had such a delicious soup."

I didn't hear any difference in the sound.

A large pot of soup was quickly finished.

There is still a little more to say, and the meat in the soup is also very smooth and tender, and it melts in the mouth.

The old lady went in with the soup basin.

Zhang Qiang sat on the bench with Erlang's legs crossed, humming a ditty, tapped his fingers on the bench to beat the beat, licked his lips, his articulate lingering fragrance was still in the aftertaste.

Really paid off today.

The soup made by this old lady is really good. I plan to come here more often in the future.

Maybe I drank too much soup and wanted to go to the bathroom.

The toilets in rural areas are usually behind the kitchen and are easy to find. Zhang Qiang originally wanted to wait for the old lady to come back and tell her. If she thought she had left, he would no longer be able to drink the soup.

But I was so suffocated that I couldn't help it.

People have three urgency.

Clutching his stomach and arching his body, he ran out.

When passing the kitchen from the outside, through the wooden window, I saw the old lady standing in front of a big pot, which was steaming hot, holding a spoon in her hand, and kept stirring in the pot.

While stirring, he was still mumbling something.

But he couldn't hold back anymore.

He didn't pay much attention and hurried to the toilet.

After the problem was solved, the old lady was no longer in the kitchen, and she probably went out with the soup.

Zhang Qiang thought of the soup.

Drooling again, I took a step and was about to go, when I saw the cauldron.

I don't know what is stewed in the pot so fragrant, so curious.

It's like a cat scratching in my heart.

He is usually not such a curious person, he is a mixed society, and he knows a truth very well, it is not good to know too much.

But I don’t know what happened today.

Just curious.

It's nothing to think about, it's just a pot of soup, let's see what's wrong.

Well, let's take a look at how much soup is still in the pot, and ask the old lady to pack a portion and eat it slowly.

just walk over.

This look almost scared the lunatic out of his mind.

I can't even stand still.

Holding the stove, the soup in the big pot was boiling white and boiling, and the hot aroma penetrated directly into the nose.

Still a familiar taste.

But at this moment Zhang Qiang just wanted to vomit.

Holding on to the stove, clutching his stomach, retching.

But nothing came out.

In the pot, three smiling faces floated up and down, with malicious smiles on their faces and sharp voices from their mouths.

"quack."

Zhang Qiang: ...

There were two faces that looked strange, but there was one face that he was very familiar with. He only met today, and it was Wang Jian.

Unable to suppress the fear in his heart any longer, he rushed out the door.

The heads screamed piercingly.

"You can't run away. You can't run away. It won't be long before you join us."

Zhang Qiang covered his ears.

I couldn't hear, couldn't hear anything.

how so.

He had seen Wang Jian before tomorrow, so why did he die.

Also, who are the other two people.

Two people?
Zhang Qiang opened his eyes fiercely, is it them?
Before I had time to think about it, I ran to the door. At the door, the old lady was wearing a red dress with the word "death" printed all over it. Her face was pale and her grin was filled with black holes. She was holding a bowl of soup in her hand.

Jie Jie smiled, "Drink the soup, drink the soup before leaving."

Zhang Qiang: ...

"what……"

With a loud cry, my mind went blank at this moment, and I just wanted to escape from this place quickly.

He used all his strength to push away the old lady who was blocking the way.

Thought it would be heavy.

Ah.

The old lady was pushed and turned into pieces, scattered on the ground. Her head rolled on the ground a few times, and she kept saying, "Drink the soup, drink the soup before leaving. Didn't you say it is very delicious?" Well, then drink more."

That face is an old lady for a while, and a little girl for a while.

Hee hee laughing, they are calling him to drink soup.

Zhang Qiang covered his ears, shook his head and shouted, "Don't drink, I won't drink."

I don't know how long it took, I was awakened by a burst of white light, opened my eyes, oh, it's dawn.

There is a group of people around.

They were all pointing, Zhang Qiang was a little confused.

Could it be a dream?
But that dream was too real.

The old lady's creepy laughter was still in my ears.

Zhang Qiang got up from the ground, his head was still groggy, he slept outside all night, his clothes and hair were wet with dew, and he staggered home.

It's still early.

Mother Zhang sat at the door, her eyes drifting away, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Seeing his son coming back, he hurriedly stood up.

He asked cautiously, "Aqiang, are you back? Have you had breakfast? Why don't you go make some soup for you?"

Zhang Qiang: ...

In an instant, I thought of the fragrant soup in my dream.

He said sharply, "I don't drink soup, and I will never make soup again."

Panting heavily, eyes red.

Zhang's mother was immediately frightened, and she didn't know what stimulation he had received outside. Since that incident, the child's temper has been unstable, which has really made him suffer.

He nodded repeatedly, "Okay, if you don't drink soup, we won't drink soup in the future."

Zhang Qiang's chest heaved violently, without saying anything, he turned and entered the room with a tired expression.

(End of this chapter)