Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 721 Su Wuming 20

"Don't worry, Lord Su." Chu Hua patted her chest and assured, "I cherish my life very much!"

As they were talking, the two had already arrived at the entrance of the ghost market. In the dim light, both sides were filled with all kinds of strange stalls, hawking and shouting, and the air was filled with a strange smell, mixed with a little bit of decay.

Chu Hua looked around curiously, like a bird just released from a cage, full of curiosity about everything. She looked at this, touched that, and exclaimed from time to time, completely forgetting Su Wuming's instructions.

Su Wuming shook his head helplessly. This girl really has a childish mind. He followed Chu Hua closely, fearing that she would cause trouble if she wasn't careful.

"Hey, young lady, do you want to come and see my treasure?" A vendor with a pointed face and monkey cheeks stopped Chu Hua, holding a black object in his hand, and said mysteriously, "This is a thousand-year-old Tai Sui. Eating it can make you immortal!"

Chu Hua glanced at the black thing and almost vomited. This thing looked like a moldy potato, and they dared to say it was a thousand-year-old Tai Sui? This vendor was really good at deceiving people!

"Immortality?" Chu Hua suppressed her smile and asked in a serious tone, "Are you sure this is not a moldy potato?"

When the vendor heard this, he immediately became anxious: "Girl, don't talk nonsense! This is the real thousand-year-old Tai Sui. I spent a lot of money to get it!"

"Oh? Really?" Chu Hua raised her eyebrows.

Chu Hua's eyes rolled and a plan came to her mind.

She pretended to be amazed, covered her mouth, and said exaggeratedly: "Oh my God! It's really a thousand-year-old Tai Sui! This is the first time I've seen the real thing! This... this... this is too magical!"

Seeing her like this, the vendor thought she really believed it, and immediately smiled and rubbed his hands and said, "Girl, you have a good eye! This thousand-year-old Tai Sui is a rare treasure. Eating it can make you immortal and prolong your life, and can also..."

Before he could finish, Chu Hua interrupted him and asked seriously, "How do you eat it? Should you eat it raw or cooked? How does it taste? Is it bitter?"

The vendor was stunned by her series of questions and said hesitantly: "This...this...usually...it's..."

"What are they?" Chu Huan asked, with a cunning light in her eyes.

The vendor's forehead began to sweat, his eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look directly into Chu Hua's eyes. He secretly glanced at Su Wuming standing behind Chu Hua, and his heart became even more flustered.

“Generally… generally… it’s all drunk with wine…” The vendor’s voice became smaller and smaller, almost inaudible.

"Soak it in wine?" Chu Hua pretended to be surprised and asked, "What kind of wine is this? How long does it take to soak before drinking? Will it be poisonous?"

The vendor was completely panicked. He didn't expect this seemingly innocent girl to be so difficult to deal with. He stammered, "This...this wine...is...ordinary...rice wine...soak...it for...a few years...and then...you can...drink it...it won't...won't cause poisoning..."

"Oh, so that's how it is!" Chu Hua nodded as if she suddenly understood something, and then she looked like a curious baby.

"Then how can we eat this thousand-year-old Tai Sui besides soaking it in wine? Can we stir-fry it? Or stew it in soup?"

The vendor was about to cry. He had never seen such a difficult customer in his life. He looked at Su Wuming for help, hoping that this noble young man could say something for him.

Su Wuming shook his head helplessly, took Chu Hua's wrist and walked away.

"Let's go look somewhere else."

Chu Hua was pulled away from the embarrassing stall by Su Wuming, but she was very happy. She secretly looked back at the sweaty vendor and laughed in her heart: I let you cheat!

"Why don't you let me continue asking him?" Chu Hua asked pretending to be confused, with a cunning light in her eyes.

Su Wuming sighed helplessly: "You just know how to play tricks on people. That vendor is obviously a liar, why are you competing with him?"

"I just can't stand him lying!"

Chu Huan pouted and said, "Besides, it's nice to tease him. Seeing him in such an awkward state makes me want to laugh."

Su Wuming looked at her playful appearance, and his heart softened. This girl really has a childlike mind.

"Alright, alright, stop messing around. Let's get to the spices."

When it came to spices, Chu Huan immediately put away her playful thoughts and nodded seriously.

The two continued to wander around the ghost market, and Chu Hua was dazzled by all kinds of strange things.

"Catch the chicken thief!"

The shouting came from far away and an old man in a gray robe stumbled over, holding a roasted chicken in his hand. Behind him followed a burly man with a butcher knife in his hand, his face full of flesh, chasing the old man fiercely.

"Catch the chicken thief! This old guy stole my chickens!" The big man shouted as he chased, attracting the attention of people in the ghost market.

Amid the shouting, the grey-robed old man panicked and knocked over a roadside candy figurine stall. The syrup splashed everywhere, and the sticky candy figurines shattered all over the ground, causing the vendor to shout and curse.

The old man didn't care about all this and continued running forward quickly. The roasted chicken in his hand bounced up and down as he ran, and it was shiny and fragrant.

"Stop! Don't run!" The burly man chased after him relentlessly, the butcher knife in his hand flashing coldly in the dim light. When he ran, the ground shook, and the stalls along the way were damaged, porcelain was smashed, wood chips flew, and the whole place was in a mess.

If the old man wasn't careful, he would come into close contact with the boiling oil pan.

At the critical moment, Su Wuming was quick-witted and grabbed the old man's collar and pulled him back from the edge of the oil pan.

With a cry of "Ouch", she fell straight on Su Wuming, and the roasted chicken in her hand fell out of her hand, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and landed steadily in Chu Hua's arms.

The sudden weight made Chu Hua stagger and she almost fell. Su Wuming quickly supported her and they both stood firm.

The old man lay on Su Wuming, taking a deep breath, and then another, like a hound sniffing its prey.

"Ghost!" The old man screamed strangely, jumped up from Su Wuming, snatched the roast chicken from Chu Hua's arms, and rushed into the crowd without looking back.

"Hey! My chicken!" The burly man finally reacted, roared, and continued to chase with a butcher knife.

The ghost market was suddenly in chaos, the crowd rolled around like boiling porridge, and shouts and exclamations rose and fell.

Chu Hua looked at the direction where the old man disappeared and shrugged helplessly. What is this? A flying chicken?

Su Wuming stood up straight, dusted off his robe, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"