I, The Identity of the Immortal Master, Has Been Exposed

Ye Yu immediately smiled and said, "Brother, this is just an ordinary farm, um... According to what you said, this is a restaurant."

"A restaurant?" Wang Ben looked disbelieving: "Sir, you are deceiving us. There is no such restaurant in the world. Even the Nine Heavens Pavilion in Xianyang City is far inferior. This is clearly the land of Xianjia!"

"Hey, brother, you really know how to talk!" Ye Yu said with a smile: "I'm just a small place in the backcountry, and the scenery is good. What kind of fairyland is it?"

"Come here, come and sit. I usually have a lot of people from your studio here to eat. You are in a hurry, and I have nothing to prepare. If you don't dislike it, why don't you come in and have a drink?"

Facing the enthusiastic Ye Yu, Ying Zheng and Wang Ben were even more confused.

Is this a fairy? How is it different from what they imagined?

Shouldn't the immortals be all Feng Xu Yufeng, who don't eat fireworks, and invite them to dinner?

This fairy is really close to the people.

The two of them couldn't turn their heads, so they could only nod their heads subconsciously.

After a while, Ye Yu cooked four dishes and one soup and brought them out.

"Come on, two big brothers, come and have a taste. Although I don't have any delicacies from the mountains and seas, they are all good things that I have grown by myself. There are no additives, green and pollution-free. You can't eat this kind of thing in the city. ."

Ye Yu is very enthusiastic. There are three unique things about his farmyard being able to open!

One is that the environment is clean and the air is good, the other is his cooking skills, which are comparable to those of world famous chefs, and his attitude.

Customers are gods. For these gods, Ye Yu doesn't say servile, but due enthusiasm is essential.

Ying Zheng and Wang Ben were also stimulated by this brightly colored and fragrant delicacy, their mouths drooling, like beggars who hadn't eaten for three days.

But Ye Yu didn't move the chopsticks, and they didn't dare to move, for fear of angering the immortal.

"Wang Qing, what does the immortal mean?" Ying Zheng whispered in Wang Ben's ear, "Isn't this a fairyland? Why does the immortal say this is a restaurant?"

Wang Ben glanced at the food on the table and swallowed his saliva. He said solemnly, "Your Majesty, this is definitely a fairyland. Everything we have experienced is enough to prove it."

"I think the reason why the immortals are like this may be because the immortals want the five flavors of the world, and they have gone through the red dust. It is not said in the myth that the red dust is an immortal, so this immortal can live on an equal footing with us."

"Not bad!" Ying Zheng was also secretly excited: "I didn't expect the immortal to be so easy-going. He invited the widow to come here and cooks himself. We must not disappoint the immortal's kindness, we will just call Mr. ."

"Mister wants the world to be an immortal, we must not disturb your cultivation."

"Wei Chen understands."

After a while, Ye Yu walked out of the kitchen again.

This time he brought three bowls of white rice, crystal clear and fragrant.

"Two brothers, why don't you eat?" Seeing that the two of them didn't move their chopsticks, Ye Yu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled clearly: "Aren't you waiting for me, hahahaha, you are too polite, come here. Come and move your chopsticks quickly, and I'll go to the whole dish after I finish eating."

Ye Yu greeted warmly.

Ying Zheng and Wang Ben looked at the bowls and chopsticks in their hands, and couldn't help but wonder again.

This bowl is as white as jade and brightly colored. It is much better than the pottery bowl offered in the palace. It is indeed a treasure of the fairy family, and it is indeed exquisite.

Not to mention that these dishes are full of color, aroma, and deliciousness.

Rao is Yingzheng and Wang Ben, so used to eating delicious food from mountains and seas, they almost swallowed their tongues in their stomachs.

After two mouthfuls of rice with mapo tofu, Ying Zheng was reluctant to spit out even though he was sweating profusely.

He held the bowl and looked at the crystal clear rice in the bowl, his face full of surprise: "Sir, I don't know what is in this bowl? Why is it different from the corn we usually use."

"Cough cough cough~ Haven't you seen this thing? Rice? Haven't you seen it?"

Ye Yu choked on his meal, coughed a few times, and then raised his head, looking at the two big men in ancient costumes as if looking at aliens.

What kind of evildoer from poor mountains and bad waters, I have never even seen rice.

What do they usually eat or corn? Is there any place in the world where corn is the staple food?

Ying Zheng and Wang Ben nodded embarrassedly, feeling as if they were a turtle in front of this immortal.

Ying Zheng hurriedly asked: "Sir, this... rice is so delicious, how much more than the yield per mu? Is it extremely precious?"

"Precious?" Ye Yu laughed and said, "If it was a few decades ago when everyone couldn't get enough to eat, it was really precious, but since Mr. Yuan invented hybrid rice, this rice has become much more common. "

"If you talk about the yield per mu, it's probably more than two thousand catties, um... If you say it, the yield per mu of this thing will probably reach more than 20 stone."

"what?"

"Two... twenty stone?"

Ying Zheng and Wang Ben were stunned, completely dumbfounded by this terrifying number.

"Sir, what are you saying is true? Can this rice yield really reach twenty stone per mu?"

"This...how is this possible!"

Ying Zheng and Wang Ben's mouth-opening bosses looked unbelievable.

This acre yields more than twenty stone of grain, which is too exaggerated.

"Aren't you kidding me? You really don't know what rice is?"

Seeing the startled look of the two of them, Ye Yu scratched his head, the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became.

Even if this is a strange flower that came out of the deep mountains and old forests, it is impossible to even eat white rice.

What's more, the two of them came from the nearby film and television city. They eat a lot of boxed lunches every day. They have never even seen white rice, which is really unreasonable.

Is it possible that these two people are too deeply involved in the play, and they are still immersed in the play?

Ye Yu looked up and down at the clothes of the two, and nodded secretly for his guess.

If these two people play the ancient kings and generals, from the perspective of their characters, it is not surprising that they do not know rice.

In life, you can still keep in mind the role you play, and your words and deeds fit the role. This attitude in acting is really amazing!

Ying Zheng smiled embarrassedly: "My knowledge is superficial, which makes Mr. laugh, and I also ask Mr., is it difficult to grow this rice?"

"It's not difficult." Out of respect, Ye Yu decided to accompany the two of them to continue the performance. He pondered for a moment and said, "This rice is actually the seed of rice."

"Rice, now everyone knows that it is mainly planted in places with sufficient water, such as our place in Rongcheng, where the land is fertile and the sun is abundant. When the rice seeds are sown, as long as the farmers are diligent, the harvest will be enough in normal years. Less than 25 stone, but 20 stone is fine."

"Especially in recent years, the hybrid rice technology invented by Yuan Lao has become more and more mature, and the yield per mu is getting higher and higher. Maybe the yield per mu can reach 50 shi in the future."

ps: The new book set sail, begging for data, flowers, and evaluation tickets! *