Cruelty is a derogatory term, but its use is relative. Being cruel to your relatives, friends, and innocent people is inhumane; not being cruel to your enemies is being cruel to yourself and your loved ones. People living in the world will drown in the world sooner or later if they cannot learn to understand these two words correctly.
Looking at the two bloody stumps and severed hands on the plate and Li Muye's cold and cruel expression, Lu Shaofen suddenly realized that all his fantasies about Jiang Hu and this man were completely wrong.
Li Muye looked at her, his eyes gradually becoming warmer, as if he had returned from hell.
"Are you disappointed?"
Lu Shaofen pursed her lips, nodded first, then shook her head, and said, "I feel a little unable to accept it, but I seem to understand the reason."
Li Muye said: "Tell me about it."
Lu Shaofen said: "With two right hands useless, the two of them have almost lost all their skills. Naturally, they will not be able to cause trouble again."
Li Muye nodded and said: "That's good, but it's not detailed enough. I'll discuss this with you later. After we finish talking, you can decide what kind of life you will choose after graduation." He then smiled apologetically at Zhang Na. , said: "I let you see my brother's dark side again."
Zhang Na tilted her head and said: "People are in the world and can't help themselves. I am engaged in clinical medicine. I have been in society for a few years now. I have learned a lot about life and death. I know that many things are not necessarily our voluntary choices. Every job has its own helplessness. As a younger sister, I just hope that the hand on the plate will never be my brother’s.”
"It's getting late, I'll ask Lao Cui to take you back to the hospital." Li Muye said: "Don't worry, it's just a grudge from the past that came over. I have washed my hands of it. What happened today is by no means normal."
"I believe you will handle it well." Zhang Na smiled softly and said, "Ms. Shi Zhenzhen lives in Suite 9036 on the ninth floor of the Pacific Hotel. It's best if you want to see her as early as possible. Cousin Liu Qi will send her back to the United States in the next two days. .”
Li Muye said: "I will visit her home tomorrow after cooking."
When Zhang Na walked to the door, she suddenly stopped, slapped her forehead, and said, "Look at my memory, I have forgotten the most important things."
Li Muye hurriedly asked: "What's the matter?"
Zhang Na stretched out her little hand, palm up, and said: "Lend me some money, I can't open the pot."
Li Muye was stunned for a moment, and then his mood suddenly brightened. I thought to myself: My godmother had just left. She was short of money but she didn’t tell her. Liu Qi had also been here, but she didn’t tell him either. She originally thought that she would be completely disappointed with herself after seeing what happened tonight, but now, the first thing she thinks of when she encounters a dilemma is Brother Xiaoye.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Na held up her hands and said, "What are you thinking about? Are you still asking me what you want to borrow money for?"
Li Muye opened the cash register, took out all the bills inside, and asked, "How much do you need?"
Zhang Na said: "I have to repay all my debts without even a penny of my salary this month. It will be more than 20 days before the capital is opened next month. My personal expenses are actually not big. I buy study materials, skin care products, occasionally eat snacks, and go shopping to buy some." For small items or something like that, three thousand yuan is enough, provided there are no unexpected situations."
Li Muye glanced at the money in his hand and said: "Take these first, and let Lao Cui take you to the cash machine to withdraw some later." He asked casually: "Are you working here as a medical cooperation project or as a formal employee of the hospital? What’s your monthly salary? How come it’s not enough?”
"Of course it's a formal appointment." Zhang Na counted on her fingers: "The standard monthly salary is more than 10,000, and the various subsidies total about 20,000 to 30,000. The expenses are enough, but now I mainly work When I'm on duty in the emergency department, I often advance emergency medical examination fees to comatose patients. Some of them can be repaid, but some can't. I meet a few deadbeats in a month and I can't make ends meet."
Sure enough, where in life is there not a place in the world? Only Zhang Na, who came back from the United States, could do this kind of thing. She is probably so kind and upright that she has no friends in the entire hospital now. Li Muye smiled slightly, raised his hand lovingly and stroked the short hair on her forehead, and said: "It's okay, I still have brother here. If you need money, come home and get it." After that, he told Lao Cui to accompany Zhang Na. Go and withdraw money.
The four people packed up and left one after another. Li Muye and Lu Shaofen walked back side by side.
On the streets at midnight, neon light flashes in the darkness, making it quiet and mysterious.
"This world is not as bright as I thought, but it is still very romantic." Lu Shaofen said with emotion as he looked at the neon lights that seemed to be dancing at the end of the long street.
"But it's much more dangerous than you think." Li Muye looked at the lightless sky and said leisurely: "It's also much more complicated." Lu Shaofen said: "I have seen danger today. Can you follow me?" Let me tell you where the complexity lies?"
Li Muye said: "Let's take what happened tonight as an example."
"Those three people were ordered to vent their anger for others, and they are not life-or-death rivals." Li Muye walked to the bench on the roadside, first carefully cleared a place for Lu Shaofen, and then sat next to him, gesturing for her to join him. sit down. Take off your coat and give it to her.
No matter how strong a girl is, she longs for the gentle treatment of a stronger person. Lu Shaofen crossed his hands in front of him, asked Li Muye to put on his coat with a slightly reserved movement, and said thank you to Brother Li.
Li Muye continued: "Adversaries of different levels have different principles for dealing with each other. Since we have not forged a life-and-death feud, there is no need to make things final. I left the right hands of the father and son, which indeed allowed them to do so in a short period of time. The meaning of losing the ability to retaliate, but the deeper meaning is to let them know that I, Li Muye, am not a soft-hearted person, and I also want to leave a thin line for the way of heaven to guard against people in the world, and everyone has to go astray one day."
"Leave a ray of hope for the way of heaven?" Lu Shaofen tilted his head in thought, shook his head and said, "It's so profound."
Li Muye said: "They were very aggressive when they came to the door, but have you ever thought about what it will be like after the father and mother return to their relatives? A person who is willing to sacrifice his own hands for his son will probably not be bad in front of his family. Where to go? They are in this business because they have no choice. They only found me for work. I did what I should do for self-protection. That is enough. As for whether they will come back to retaliate against me in the future, it depends on God. That’s right, I’ve already made an explanation to God.”
Although Mr. and Mrs. Qu Shaofeng left behind both hands, they still left behind a word of thanks when they left. Maybe that's the reward from heaven
Lu Shaofen stopped talking. She was completely shocked by the man next to her with limited education.
This is a vivid and profound lesson.
This lesson was a hundred times more exciting than any lesson she had ever had in school. The content of this lesson cannot be called Jianghu, nor the Way of Heaven. She racked her brains to give this lesson a name. In the end, all his thoughts were lost in the smile on the lips of the man beside him. There are some things that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.
How can a man know good and bad without taking a moment
Lu Shaofen stared blankly, and suddenly came up with a bold idea that even she was afraid of. Brother Li, if you were Chu Liuxiang, I would like to be your Song Tian'er.
The recent days of Hong Wenxue can be described as bittersweet. In terms of official career, after being transferred to the Department of Land and Resources, he has always been an agent. It was only recently that I took it off. It was supposed to be the moment when the spring breeze brought joy to my horse, but I couldn't enjoy it anymore. He is carrying tens of millions of huge debts and has to repay huge amounts of interest every day. As long as the other party is willing, he can make his current prosperity disappear at any time and at any time.
Life under such tremendous pressure is simply unbearable.
In front of others, he still tried his best to maintain the image of Wei Guangzheng as a good leader, but behind the scenes, he lived like a ghost. He had to rely on alcohol anesthesia to fall asleep almost every night, and he would have constant nightmares when he fell asleep. .
When he received a notice from Zhang Chengzhi saying that if this matter was handled well, not only could the debt be written off, but also the video materials of all the cheating incidents could be obtained, this guy immediately ignored everything, no matter what Long Da The group, he was willing to risk everything. As long as he could get rid of this life of no one and no ghosts, what could be worse than this
When Hong Wenxue complied with the order and set up obstacles for Longda Group's port construction project, Li Muye was competing with Cantonese cuisine master Fan Zhenhai in the kitchen hall of Shangri-La Hotel.
This is a contest without any suspense. One is a culinary master who has been famous in the industry for fifty years, and the other is an amateur who has become a monk on the way. If Zhou Jing hadn't made it happen, it would have been impossible for the two to compete on the same stage.
Cooking pays attention to color, flavor, and shape. Li Muye only got the most basic shape and taste, and it is far from authentic. The three-month preparation period was all used to brainwash the young people in Taisui Village, because Brother Xiaoye knew very well that he expected the superficial gains from just three months of hard work to counter the master's decades of immersed skills. , it is simply an impossible task. Therefore, for Li Muye, he participated in this cooking show with a serious attitude of participation.
Douchu is young, but Li Muye actually has a deeper intention.
The old man used all his strength, turning the big spoon, the flames shot up into the sky, filling the room with fragrance, the small knife made snowflakes dance, and the fresh sashimi was cut like a work of art by a master carver. Brother Ono looked at it with fascination. I was so drunk that I had long forgotten that I was one of the contestants.
Lin Xiangyu was sitting below with a middle-aged man, and couldn't help but remind him loudly: "Boss, you are competing!"
Li Muye woke up from a dream and laughed at himself: "I have long heard that as long as the three religions, nine streams, five elements and eight works reach the peak, each will have its own way. Today, I can see how the true art is close to the way." After that, Continue to cook your own dishes according to the original plan.
Zhou Jing forced herself to smile and watched beside Lin Zhiyong. The appearance of Lin Xiangyu's father was beyond her expectation.
Chief Lin is not a big official, but he has a decisive influence on the Zhou family's catering business. In the past, he was the chief steward of the imperial kitchen. He can almost be regarded as the best eater in the world. With his status in the catering industry, he came all the way to support Li Muye. Just such an action is thought-provoking. Zhou Jing observed the words and expressions, looked up and down, and no matter how she looked at it, she didn't feel that she was targeting Lin Xiangyu's face.
Lu Shaofen also got an invitation to watch the battle below, and found that the old world was not only crueler than imagined, but also interesting.
Super chef Zhang Xiangui personally guest-hosts, currently introducing a Southern Cantonese side dish carefully prepared by Fan Zhenhai and a classic in Fuzhou cuisine: Buddha Jumps Over the Wall! Just as he said: The fragrance of meat is brewing and floating around, the Buddha heard that he abandoned his Zen and jumped over the wall!
Speaking of the Buddha jumping over the wall, it is very famous. It is said that the eminent monk Xuanquan of the Tang Dynasty passed by Fuzhou, the capital of Fujian, on his way to the Shaolin Temple in Fujian. ";When the guests were served at the banquet, the eminent monk salivated after smelling it. He abandoned Buddhism for many years and jumped over the wall to enjoy it. "The altar was filled with incense." "Buddha jumps over the wall", hence the name.
"This dish originated from the folk, but it became popular during the Qianlong period. It was then revered as the pinnacle of the farming school chefs. The so-called farming school chefs are a special group of southern Cantonese cooking schools who are good at discovering ingredients. Known for its unique and fresh aroma, Leshan advocates natural taste. Leshan loves water and likes to use local materials. Although it strives to achieve the ultimate taste, there are few full-time chefs. Most of them are farmers, fishermen and hunters. The dishes they make pursue The state of harmony between nature and man."
Li Muye was lost in thought again. After cooking a dish of boiled chicken in old soup with ease, he showed off his knife skills. It looked fancy and dazzling, but in fact it was definitely not a proper cooking skill. If this kind of trick was shown off in those cooking competition programs on TV, it would definitely win a lot of applause, but in today's place where experts gather together, it can only arouse a burst of secret contempt. When your cooking skills reach this level, you should have gotten rid of the frivolous and exaggerated style.
Zhang Xiangui was greatly embarrassed and reluctantly praised: Young people's knife skills are still somewhat basic.
Chef Fan was still busy in an orderly and very fast manner. Zhang Xiangui continued to introduce: "The ingredients used in today's kitchen fight, as well as the pots and pans on the desk are all sponsored by Sihai Kitchen." After the advertisement, he continued He said: "You are all famous gourmets in the catering industry. It is truly a blessing for everyone to come together to witness this competition between chef Li Muye of the Haiqing School and Master Fan Zhenhai of the Nanyue Wanghailou School."
He started to focus on introducing the participating guests, but others just paid it forward. When Lin Zhiyong was called according to the seats, Master Zhang was in awe at first, and he seemed to be half shorter standing on the stage. He solemnly said: "Dear friends, next I would like to introduce to you the most important guest here today, the most famous gourmet in the domestic catering industry, who has been in charge of the current imperial kitchen for 20 years and has the reputation of being the national taste manager. Mr. Lin Zhiyong!”
Lin Zhiyong stood up very humbly and nodded to the surrounding colleagues from the catering industry in Shanghai and abroad, and everyone gave him warm applause.
At this moment, several of Chef Fan's entries were out of the pot almost at the same time, placed on trays, and handed to the judges' table. Li Muye also pretended to bring over some of the dishes he had prepared.
Lin Zhiyong was the first to be invited to the judges' seat. He was not among the original judges, but now that he is here, the others have no choice but to give Xian a place, and he must be the first. Everyone knows that the tongue in this man's mouth represents the highest realm of foodies.
The first bite was Fan Zhenhai's braised shark's fin with vegetable gallbladder, and I took a big bite. The other two judges also took a bite, but they were not busy praising him. They all looked at Lin Zhiyong, waiting for him to express his opinion first. Lin Zhiyong remained calm and took a bite of Li Muye's white-cut chicken with his chopsticks. After tasting it in his mouth, he praised loudly: "Good!"
Zhou Jing's face turned red instantly, sweat poured down her forehead, and there was only one question left in her mind: "Who is this Li Muye?" (End of Chapter)