"Humph, thank you for remembering!" The ugly man made a hoarse voice, as if his voice had been burned by fire.
"It's him?!" At the same time, Cai Mi, who had been hiding in the crowd, was shocked when he saw this hideous man.
Twenty years ago, that suffocating night clearly reappeared.
In the palace, the imperial dining room.
A young and bright little cook is practicing cutting and engraving in front of the stove.
"Hmph, no matter how well the vegetables are cut, they must be fried in the wok; no matter how wonderful the flower carvings are, they are just accessories on the plate!" A voice came from behind coldly.
"Brother, it's so late, you haven't slept yet?" The young cook had a clean smile on his face.
"Your chopping and chopping sounds are really noisy, why are you talking about sleeping peacefully!" The voice approached, it was an older cook, with delicate features and a fair face, especially not commensurate with his indifferent tone!
"Senior brother, I'm disturbing you, I'll be gentle." The little cook smiled shyly, and the voice in his hand immediately became so soft that it was almost silent.
But the edge of the blade is still superb, the aura of the blade is overwhelming, and the blade rises and falls.
The older cook just stood aside, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, his complexion slightly different.
"Why practice these useless things? I'll teach you how to cook!" After that, the older cook took the little cook by one hand and dragged him to the fire, lit the fire, put the pan on, and poured the oil!
Everything is going on smoothly and smoothly, without any clues.
"Pour it! Fry it and let me see!" When the oil in the pot was hot, the older cook pulled the little cook and insisted that he pour all the freshly chopped vegetables into the pot.
"This..." The little cook's expression faltered.
"What nonsense! If you tell you to fall, you will fall!" A pair of big hands tightly grasped and held a pair of nimble little hands.
"Wow!" The dishes on the plate were poured into the oil pan.
The big hand quickly let go of the small hand.
"Ouch!" The little cook exclaimed, and suddenly retracted his hands.
Because, when I practiced chopping vegetables just now, those dishes were all soaked in water, so the reason why I didn't want to stir-fry vegetables was slightly delayed. It is because the little cook knows that if the dishes are not water-controlled, they will splash when they encounter oil.
But knowing it was the case, it was the kindness of the senior brother to teach him how to cook. The little cook was still powerless to refuse. If it wasn't for the hot oil splashing on his hand just now, he probably wouldn't have dodged it.
"What's it called! Isn't it just scalded! There is no cook who doesn't get scalded! Wait, I'll get water!" The older cook yelled and turned to get the so-called "water".
I'm afraid the little cook will never forget that bottle in his life!
The brown bottle was originally a container for holding water on weekdays, so the senior brother just lifted the bottle high, and poured the bottle of "water" on the little cook's arm with a grim expression.
A sticky feeling woke up the little cook, this is not water!
He struggled to break free, but his right hand was tightly clamped by his senior brother, who was older. With so much strength, the young little cook was unable to break free.
His left arm was covered with greasy liquid, the senior brother smiled ferociously, and dragged himself step by step to the side of the pot that had been standing on the stove.
The little cook was terrified of what was about to happen. He seems to have foreseen it.
"Brother, don't, I beg you, don't!" The little cook begged weakly.
However, the senior brother just smiled ferociously and didn't say anything.
The little cook closed his eyes with tears in his eyes. Don't dare to look directly at what is going to happen.
"Ah!" There was a searing pain.
The little cook subconsciously opened his eyes, and when he looked again, he saw that his left arm was already full of flames!
At this time, the senior brother had disappeared.
pain! Heartbreaking pain!
The little cook frantically looked for water sources to put out the fire.
But in the end, it turned out to be an unbreakable knot!
The bottle that brother poured out was not water at all. That's oil!
And I used water to put out the fire, but in the end it contributed to the spread of oil.
pain! It hurts!
The little cook watched helplessly as his arm was on fire, but he couldn't do anything!
The raging fire spread on his arms, and the little cook's heart fell down along with his body.
The cook has no hands and can't do anything...
Even left-handed. It is also very important and indispensable!
The little cook fell down...
Suddenly, a dexterous black figure rushed out from behind the jar in the imperial dining room.
The black figure took off his shirt, and suddenly wrapped it around the little cook's arm.
The raging fire gradually extinguished, and the little cook's eyes slowly opened.
"My child, this place is not suitable for you. You should run for your life." The black shadow helped the little cook up and said in a low voice.
"Why... why...?" The little cook was as angry as a thread.
"Because you are so good. Let's go outside the palace and just be happy." Soi Ying said, put down the little cook, turned and left.
However, the little cook clearly remembered the appearance of that black shadow in a daze.
On the second day, rumors circulated in the palace that there was a small cook named Yang Gu in the imperial dining room, who accidentally burned his hand by the fire due to improper operation. Because of the ugly scars, he should not stay in the palace, so he was kicked out!
That day, the little cook had tears in his eyes. He was thin and thin, and he carried a thin bag on one shoulder, which contained only a change of clothes and a little silver given by the black shadow that night.
On that bleak autumn rainy morning, a little cook who hurt his arm stood alone at the gate of the palace.
He turns back, he stays.
This place where he once had his dream was burned to ashes by a fire just overnight.
Now, there is only one hand left, and the heart that has been scorched by ruthlessness.
I have no intention of harming others, but why do people harm me? !
In the bleak autumn rain, an umbrella stretched out.
"Here, take it and get out!" The officer guarding the gate took the umbrella and stuffed it into the little cook's hand, and shouted sharply.
"This...is for me?!" A trace of doubt flashed in the little cook's eyes.
"What are you looking at, someone gave you an umbrella, hurry up and get out!" The voice of the officer and soldier became impatient again.
The little cook raised his eyes and followed the officers and soldiers' gazes.
In the distance, that black shadow was still waving gently.
A shallow warmth, at this moment in the autumn wind and rain, slowly spread over the little cook's heart.
Afterwards, the ups and downs. Just because the little cook had injured his left hand, he couldn't find a suitable job to do.
The boyin was quickly exhausted, and the once young, smart and handsome cook was reduced to a dirty beggar. He even competed with stray dogs for a bite of food.
"Master, look at that man!" The young Wen Shouzheng put down the kitchen knife in his hand, and pointed at the filthy little cook outside the window.
"What a poor man, Wen Shouzheng, you go and give this to him." Wen Shouzheng was ordered by his master to take a white flour steamed bun and ran towards the little cook.
"Here, let's eat!" The young Wen Shouzheng handed the steamed buns to the little cook who couldn't tell what he looked like.
"Thank you." Just as the little cook reached out to take the steamed bun, Wen Shouzheng started to scream!
"Ah! Your hands! How ugly!" Wen Shouzheng screamed. The snow-white steamed bun rolled to the ground.
The clean steamed bun, stained with ashes, lay quietly on the ground.
The little cook looked at the steamed bun, and the tears in his eyes turned into hatred.
As if the steamed bun lying on the ground was himself, once handsome and talented. Now it is extremely ugly!
In an instant, the little cook raised his eyes and looked directly at Wen Shouzheng. This man, he is so hypocritical! While giving me steamed buns, at the same time despising my ugliness!
"Wen Shouzheng! Come back soon! You haven't finished cutting the dishes yet!" In the room, the master called loudly.
"Wen Shouzheng? This man's name is Wen Shouzheng!" The little cook secretly remembered it in his heart.
Then he went into the kitchen.
"You..." Seeing this, Wen Shouzheng's master couldn't help frowning.
"You can do me a favor. My name is Yang Gu, and I used to be a cook, but I accidentally burned my hand... But my skills are still there! If you don't believe me, try me!" The little cook pressed forward step by step.
"This... Wen Shouzheng, take him to take a bath first, and then change clothes." Wen Shouzheng's master said slowly. He neither said to take it in, nor said he couldn't do it!
In the time of a cup of tea, a clean boy followed the young Wen Shouzheng to the master.
The young man had beautiful features, but the only pity was his left hand, which was so burnt that it was shocking!
"You also learned to cook?" Wen Shouzheng's master asked casually.
"Exactly."
"Where did you learn it? Who did you learn from?"
"I... I am self-taught..." The little cook hesitated for a long time. Still did not tell the whole story in the palace.
That was his pain, eternal pain!
Even if the wound is healed, it will not be easily shown to others, let alone the scar is still there and will exist forever! Every time I peel it off, I will feel more bitter and resentful!
"Hehe, self-taught, Ye Luzi! Cut a shredded potato and show me." Wen Shouzheng's master smiled faintly.
"Shua, Shua, Shua!" The little cook walked to the stove with heavy steps, which used to be his favorite place, picked up the long-lost kitchen knife, and the little cook felt that confident happiness had returned.
With the whistling of the knife, a potato instantly turned into a pile of filaments of the same size and thickness under the hands of the little cook!
I could see Wen Shouzheng yelling! It's amazing!
The little chef originally thought that this unique skill would help him rekindle his hope of being a chef.
Who knows.
"You go!" Wen Shouzheng's master said coldly.
"Why?!" The little cook was puzzled.
"A cook must have good features and beautiful features to cook attractive dishes. Like you, no matter how good your skills are, you are still ugly after all. If the guests know that all the exquisite meals are made by you in the future, I'm afraid it's a nightmare again and again, and I don't have any appetite anymore." The master was heartless and got up to urge him away.
"I beg you to keep me!" The little cook's eyes were empty.
"Aren't you leaving quickly? My master has already said that an ugly person like you is not qualified to cook!" The young Wen Shouzheng echoed.
"Wen Shouzheng, when is it your turn to chase people away! Hurry up and chop vegetables!" Master snapped.
"Wen Shouzheng!" This name was deeply engraved in the little cook's heart.
First give him hope, and then destroy him mercilessly!
Although it was given steamed buns, but I was extremely disgusted and disgusted in my heart!
wait! I will definitely be back!
Wen Shouzheng, since you are intact, I want to see if you can compare with an ugly person like me with your perfect face and hand!
The little cook turned his head angrily, remembering the young Wen Shouzheng and what he said that day!