Luo Chuan discovered a long time ago that Yao Ziyan has the side of a black-bellied little devil.

I don't know if it was inherent in her character, and gradually germinated as she settled down in life, or because of the special influence on her character caused by becoming a **** of fate.

There seems to be an intensifying trend over time.

The emergence of two philosophical questions, "Am I me" and "Ship of Theseus", was enough to spark a wave of discussion among customers.

…

Yuangui Store.

With the arrival of the midsummer month, in addition to three meals a day, Yuangui Store has started to provide supper just like the previous two years.

Supper is naturally inseparable from barbecue.

The fruit wood charcoal from the depths of the Jiu Yao Mountains exudes a red light, like twinkling stars in the dark night, when it burns, you can smell the unique smell of charcoal fire.

Bu Lige stood beside the grill filled with charcoal fire, skillfully flipping the skewers placed on it.

Under the charcoal fire, each skewer is bubbling with oily juice. Occasionally, there is oil dripping, which will burst into a dazzling fire, and the attractive aroma will become a bit richer.

No extra seasoning.

Just salt, oil and chilli.

Top-notch ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods.

Excess seasonings tend to cover up the taste of the food itself, resulting in a distracting effect.

It's like putting food in a heavily seasoned soup, and in the end, only the taste of the soup is tasted, and it has little connection with the ingredients themselves.

Sweat flowed down his forehead and entered his eyes, causing bursts of soreness.

But Bu Lige didn't have time to wipe it, and still stared at the skewer in front of him, engrossed in it without the slightest distraction.

This is his way of practicing.

Pay attention to the heat of the charcoal and the surrounding wind direction all the time, and adjust the skewer so that the temperature spreads evenly.

Meditation can be in any way.

Sitting and breathing, reading books, playing music, cooking...

In Tianlan Continent, cultivation has never been a stick to the rules.

As long as you choose a cultivation method that suits you, and with enough talent and effort, everyone has the opportunity to reach the peak.

Bu Lige felt that the cultivation method taught to him by his master was somewhat similar to refining medicinal pills.

All need to keep an eye on the heat at all times, the only difference is that the medicinal herbs are replaced with ingredients.

Yuan Gui and Yao Huichen are essentially from the same family.

"Is it all right?"

Standing in front of the oven, Gu Yunxi stared at the skewers, her throat rolled unconsciously, and the light of the charcoal fire made her cheeks flush red.

"Wait."

When Bu Lige answered, his eyes didn't leave at all, for fear of missing the most crucial moment.

Finally, at the last moment, he squeezed a handful of chili powder.

The flurry of chili powder is like a snow.

Falling on the skewers, falling into the charcoal, twinkling with shimmering stars.

Along with it, there was a white smoke that swept away with the wind.

Like some kind of invisible realm.

The onlookers fled in all directions, and those who couldn't dodge coughed violently, which was quite spectacular.

"It's delicious! Give me ten strings!"

"Ten strings? You think beautifully, what do we eat if you want so much?"

"Don't grab a bunch for each person, there will be more later!"

"Who stepped on my foot..."

The lively atmosphere has become the norm in Yuangui Store.

Bu Lige used a cleansing magic to remove all the sweat, and his body suddenly felt a lot refreshed.

He looked back and saw that Yuan Gui was discussing something with Yao Huichen and others. Judging from the expressions of the two, it should be some kind of difficult problem to solve.

Bu Lige didn't have much interest in this. Just when he was about to taste it himself, he saw Yuan Gui looking at him and waved at the same time.

He sighed helplessly in his heart, and walked over with a skewer that was specially reserved for himself.

"Master, do you want to find me?"

Yuan Gui waved his hand and rejected the skewers handed over by Bu Lige: "I asked you to come here because I have a question to ask you."

"Problem?" Bu Lige was taken aback.

He looked around.

Yuan Gui, Yao Huichen, Meng Changkong, Ji Wugui, Wutian.

It seems that everyone has the power to crush him with a finger, have questions to ask him?

Bu Lige scratched his hair: "Okay, Master, say it."

"A ship sailing on the sea, with the passage of time, the hull will inevitably decay and suffer damage." Yuan Gui said.

Although he didn't know what this big ship had to do with him, Bu Lige still listened carefully.

"According to this rule, sooner or later, everything on this ship will be replaced, right?" Yuan Gui asked.

"Of course." Bu Lige replied casually.

"So is it still the original ship?" Meng Changkong interjected and asked.

"Of course not." Bu Lige shook his head.

Isn't this a matter of course? There is nothing to doubt.

Sure enough, the stronger the strength, the easier it is to get entangled in these irrelevant things, and you can't understand what you are thinking.

"When was it not?" Meng Changkong continued to ask.

"of course…"

Bu Lige got stuck halfway through his words.

With his mouth open, his thoughts fell into chaos, and even the sound of customers scrambling for him to prepare the barbecue seemed to go away, and only the question of Meng Changkong remained in his mind.

When not?

When to replace half?

This answer is obviously wrong, even if only half of it is left, it is the original ship.

When there's only one last board left?

That's even more wrong, it's almost been replaced again, how can it be regarded as the original ship.

The messy thoughts hit his mind, and Bu Lige felt that his mind was running fast, but it was like a ship lost in the boundless deep sea, unable to find its way.

"All right."

Yuan Gui's voice brought Bu Lige's thoughts back to reality, "Don't think about it if you don't understand, there are still customers waiting for you."

"Oh." Bu Lige responded in a row and walked over in a trance.

Seeing his shaky steps, several people laughed.

Yao Huichen took out his magic phone, and the screen displayed a message just released by Yao Ziyan.

"The boss just asked two questions, does anyone know the answer..."

The ship sailing on the sea is just one of them, and even if he is the other problem, he feels a little dazed at a glance.

The propagation of light takes time, which means that everything you see is in the past, and what others see is not your present self.

So, am I really me?

Nobody knows the answer.

In such a short period of time, the number of dynamic messages has reached a terrifying number.

"These two questions... as expected of the boss! 』

"Does anyone know the answer? 』

"I don't know, you can ask the boss"

"Not all questions need answers"

"…"