When we got home, it was bright. Wu Dalang was obedient to the brain doctor who was dragged up from the police and went to study for half a night, and finally could only send the case to the experts for research, and the bizarre recovery** came to an end—anyway. They are good at nonsense, and they can explain everything if they find a reason similar to the people all over the country celebrating the increase in oil prices. The specifics have nothing to do with me.
The sky was dim, and we found a shop on the street to casually eat soy milk and fried dough sticks Xiaolongbao. After talking with Xiao Zuanfeng, Wu Dalang got a new understanding of us. He said nothing about being hypocritical, even to me. It was also very polite, even when I let him join Chuan Tan'er to work, I was moved to tears, and I finally felt the feeling of the protagonist in the YY novel as if the tiger's body shook all the dragons' heads and worshiped.
Later, I learned that Wu Dalang is actually not such an easy person to get along with. He often admits death. Just like when he could sell Pan Jinlian at a high price to Ximen Qinghou and remarry a yellow flower girl, he chose to Diaosi's identity as the second generation of riches, and finally left a strong make-up in history-the reason why he was so mainly recognized that we are Liangshan heroes, no matter what we do, under the arrangement of Song Jiang and others, we are preparing for the counterattack of the Southern Song Dynasty. I'm the biggest leader here, so I'm very kind to me.
Wu Dalang was not as stupid as he wrote in the novel. He was quite smart. It didn’t take long for him to understand the world we live in based on memory recovery. The specific manifestation is: He told me that he had received two apprentices. One of the stories, one of them came back to find him in Yanggu County, and his craftsmanship has a long history in the hands of the two apprentices, and he made a lot of money with the craftsmanship he learned from him—the reason why he told these two stories was to know Can you find their descendants, and then give me from this giant industry, from the technology stock industry, etc., this makes me very touched.
Those are afterwords, let's continue...
I brought two mentions of Xiaolongbao to Wu Dalang and expressed my welcome to join him with practical actions. At the same time, I glanced at Brother Simon by the way. I mean, you see, he is also a famous person in history like you. Join me How smooth, how come you don’t know how to learn well—and I don’t know whether the angle of my eyes is not right or the whites of my eyes are not turned bright enough. Ximen Chuuxue misunderstood what I meant, and he went into the bowl in a graceful manner. After scooping up a spoon of sugar, he stirred while asking: "Dalang, isn't your real name Wu Dalang?"
… Of course, it may also be that he didn't care about me at all, just like the elephant didn't want to pay attention to the attitude of the mouse beside him, doing things and talking purely as he pleased.
Wu Dalang smiled honestly, the buns on the chopsticks dangled and disappeared, and then he said: "The neighborhood called me Dalang because I have a younger brother. Everyone has been used to calling me for many years. I have a Da Ming."
"Oh, no one knows this, you don't need to change it, you will be called a daimyo here!" I snorted and snorted while drinking soup, "What is your daimyo?"
"My brother's name is Wu Song, of course I am Wu Jin."
We were taken aback for a moment, and then we all laughed with an expression that only men can understand, "Bright!"
Wu Jin stared at us in darkness, and said dazedly: "Really?"
A group of people: "...cough cough cough..."
We returned to the nursing home after another cleanup of the bun shop. First of all, we found a single room to settle in Wujin. I didn’t expect this to be a real difficulty. Compared to other things, it’s a fart—
The room is a bit bigger, Wu Jiu is more than two meters high and 200 kilograms of soap is thrown into the soap box. We removed the bed inside and hit the floor to barely plug it down, but I didn’t expect such a big head to be afraid of the darkness. Sleep on your own, if no one is sharing, I would rather sleep in the corridor and not enter the house!
You said he was lying on the corridor, can we still walk
At this point, I can barely guess the reason why he was unwilling to sell Sister Pan back then. In a word, although he has the appearance of King Kong, he still has the heart of that little cherry ball in his stomach, so I have to find someone. The roommate who lives with me is not allowed-in the end, I can only use the mobile phone as an exchange to tear down a hole in the wall between him and the second wife, which is a solution to the two.
In the morning, we slept in the cat’s house. We only got up slowly at noon. We got up and saw that Wu Ji had gone to work in the people’s nursing home. Wipe out the true colors.
Then, Lori Xi took Xiao Zuanfeng out to buy a mobile phone. Tai Er Xiao Gu Wu Ji began to prepare the skewers for the evening, while Ximen Chuuxue called me to the top of the building. When I went up to look at it, the side of the building was arbitrarily placed on the top. In the frame of the shed, there are countless fishing lines hanging down from top to bottom, and a chicken feather is tied under each line, and the wind blew into it.
Ximen Chuuxue floated in a white coat, standing proudly under the side shelf of chicken feathers. The broad sleeves were hunting up in the wind, setting the six characters of Xishan Mental Hospital to be extraordinarily distinct, and the uneven hem was dragged on. On the ground, if he walks inadvertently, he will fall into one's head, making him seem unspeakable aloof, quiet, and dusty...
Then, he slowly drew a kitchen knife from his waist, and through the dots of sunlight, he seemed to have become one with the knife. He was the kitchen knife, and the kitchen knife was him!
"See it clearly!"
Ximen Chuuxue stood up with a knife, and saw a stunned swoop in the air, and the feathers of the chicken were cut into two pieces and fell down!
He continued: "This is the essence of the knife I use. Whenever you can cut off the feathers with a knife at will, when will you be."
"Uh, it's that simple?" I was taken aback for a moment, and then asked cautiously: "Is there any trick, and what level can I achieve after training?"
"The trick is quick eyesight and quick hands. As for the level-it should be almost A grade," Ximen Chuuxue handed me the kitchen knife, went to the side and closed his eyes, repeating the golden rooster independence I saw last time: "Practice."
Ximen Chuuxue’s practice seems simple, but it’s difficult. Before the kitchen knife arrived, the wind blew up the chicken feathers. I chopped it in a mess for a long time before I understood what he meant by'eyes and hands fast.' The chicken feathers kept drifting with the wind. **, I have to see clearly, the speed is extremely fast to cut it, otherwise there may not be a bit!
I kept slinging the knife for the whole afternoon. Among them, Tai Er came up three times and reported other news in time. During this period, Ximen Chuuxue had been standing on the edge of the terrace. , But it turns out that I was thinking too much—the Ximen Chuuxue Station was like a sculpture, and it didn’t sway.
The three messages are:
"Why, Ruoxi came back from buying a mobile phone, telling you to get things done at night and go back to the underworld and make a reservation."
"If Xi, they bought several big roosters from the vegetable market, and they slid in the nursing home and said they would restore their wildness."
"We have to buy chicken tomorrow-the chicken was stewed by the nursing home, and asked me to thank you..."
I kept swinging the knife, and it was okay at first. Although I couldn’t cut it, I thought I was playing badminton. Later, my arm gradually became a little sore. Later, I started to ache from my shoulder slowly. My teeth stiffened. I gradually became numb, and when the sun went down, it was no longer a swing, but a swing. It was just a throw of the kitchen knife towards the target with a tone of breath...
From the bottom of my heart, I don’t want to practice anymore. Every time I shake my hand is like putting my arm in boiling water, 36,000 pores on my hand are pierced with needles one by one. This feeling is unbearable. But I have to endure—because I know very well that I practiced this sword not only to be able to escape under the swords of scissors or other killers, but also to improve my sword skills, many dishes that were impossible before. Since then it has become possible!
Of course, if I can choose, I still prefer to let Ximen Chuuxue beat me every time...
In addition, there is another reason why I was able to survive. I didn’t touch the feathers of the kitchen knife this afternoon. The only result was that I cut off the fishing line three times, four times the rack, two times the knife was removed and twenty times. Multiple sneezes made me feel a little angry: Why, even if the cuts continue, I have to at least put them next to each other, I still don’t believe in evil!
There is no conflict between finding a chicken and practicing a knife. According to the more popular saying now, finding a rooster is to curse the enemy buff, weak physique reduces attacks, and I learn the sword technique to strengthen my defense, in case I am blocked by a single alley. Being able to take the time to take a sigh of relief, let them have time to save me-looking for a rooster really can't be forgotten, continue tomorrow, you must find an old rooster that has only lived for ten or eight years.
I was thinking about practicing. At this time, Brother Simon said, "Okay, let's practice today!"
Now I still have the strength to speak. I closed the knife and turned around and prepared to come out from under the shelf. My thoughts had already flown to the top of the doudou for eating and bathing, but at this moment a gust of wind blew, and a chicken feather with a fishing line hooted. La flew in front of me—I didn’t even think about it, so I swiped the knife like a conditioned reflex. At this moment, I didn’t deliberately swung the chopper out, but when I was just taking a step, I twisted my waist and reclaimed my shoulders. , The arm slashed the knife out with this force...
The sharp light of the knife cut through the air, and a few feathers on the chicken feathers fluttered down from the air. My knife actually cut the chicken feathers, and a bunch of feathers came down from above!
I was stunned for a moment. I didn’t expect that the goal I wanted to achieve all afternoon was achieved at this seemingly most impossible time. It felt refreshed like never before. I just stretched naturally and comfortably without thinking about it. It was incredible that she was overjoyed and agreed to a kiss with a beautiful woman who was shopping with her boyfriend on the street!
Simon boasted indifferently: "It seems that you have already experienced this feeling."
I calmed down a little bit, and then I pulled out my thinking from the big dyeing jar of joy: "You mean that you can't rely on strength alone to swing a knife. You must strengthen your beliefs. Only if your beliefs are strong enough can you overcome all obstacles. What appeared in front of me All obstacles are caused by my own uncertainty and suspicion?" I still learned this from novels. Internet novels are all-encompassing. I learned some celebrity quotations to pretend to be sentimental, pretending to be soul mates, and so on. .
Ximen Chuuxue rolled his eyes: "... I actually mean the unity of the waist and the horse. Instead of relying on the arms, the muscles and strength of the waist, shoulders, and legs must be combined to produce the sword, so as to be invincible!"
I dumbly said, "Uh, isn't it because if there is a will, everything can be done, and faith determines success or failure?"
"There are so many people who like the last girl who can't catch it. You can't believe that if you can catch it, it must be yours-it depends on the talent!"
…
I took a good rest and prepared to relive the feeling that I had just now, but at this time he stopped me, "It's too late. Today is your limit. If you continue to practice, your arms may be useless."
I immediately threw the kitchen knife away.
Others are already busy opening the door at night, Xiao Zuanfeng takes Wu Jin to the kitchen to teach skewers, Lori Xi teaches Tai Er and Xiao Gu to familiarize themselves with the menu, and the people brought by Fat Pig Yellow have begun to clean up. With all the things left and right, the newly bought plastic stool outside the door is already full of guests, sipping melon seeds and drinking free tea, Le Yoo waiting for the stall to open.
I took a shower, drank a bowl of porridge with a straw in my mouth, and then went down with my arms hanging down-the people sent by Ren Xiaoyan are obviously good at arranging and operating. Under their management, the customers are well organized and the store is orderly and peaceful. The faces of customers and waiters are filled with contented but not hectic smiles.
Although the Xunshan Chuan'er stall has only been open for two days, its reputation has slowly spread. A large number of people come to Chuan'er for dinner. Although we have tried our best to arrange customers, the line outside is still getting longer and longer. It's not that Ren Xiaoyan sent someone to add a new cooking stove today. It was really too busy, but even so, Xiao Zuanfeng and Wu Ji were still too busy to deal with it.
Only a new situation has happened: many girls who brought their boyfriends over to play skewer two days ago, today they came again with their girlfriends and friends. While screaming at the same time, they look straight into the kitchen, and a little bit of wind comes out occasionally. The trip immediately triggered a landslide and tsunami onlookers. Many people roasted various skewers and stuffed them in his hands. Taking the opportunity to talk to me, I felt an inexplicable sense of crisis. Looking at this posture, some people would break up because of it in less than ten days. And I’m going to ask the teacher in our store. The small fresh meat like the little diamond wind is really only suitable for staying in the kitchen. It’s a disaster for the country and the people to show up. Especially facing the college girls who are popular in Korean dramas, they are even more sinful!
Before I could figure out what to do, Ren Xiaoyan came, and she was astonished when she saw my drooping arm: "What's wrong..."
I replied with drooping eyebrows: "I've practiced the sword skills fiercely, it's okay, just take a rest for the night."
"Practicing sword skills?" Ren Xiaoyan murmured, "Why did you practice this thing?"
"That's for sure!" I confided my thoughts to Ren Xiaoyan for the first time without concealment: "I have wanted to be a chef since I was a child. Opening this stall is also to prepare for opening a large restaurant in the future-the knife skills, cooking skills and power of an excellent chef , Speed, technique, etc. are indispensable. Now the only thing we can practice here is the sword skill, so I took the time to practice."
"I've asked the waiter you used to work together. I know what you think, but I didn't expect you to start so soon!" Ren Xiaoyan smiled and said, "I originally wanted to wait for the Chuanertan things to go smoothly. Go and tell Uncle Dapeng personally, let him accept you as an apprentice... Don’t practice, you really want to practice and go to the restaurant tomorrow."
I hurriedly said, "No need, no, I have already been a teacher, don't worry about this..." A joke, not to mention that Ximen Chuuxue's knife skills are compared to Dapeng, even if it is almost the same, I cannot go with him— Scorpion Jing, I still point to Brother Simon to carry it to me. Without him, I wouldn't be looking for death!
Ren Xiaoyan doubted: "Really?"
"What you said, don't believe me or don't believe this hand..."
… We were talking. There was a quarrel at the table in the front hall. A few hooligans who didn’t know where they came from drank too much. They asked the kitchen to roast some skewers without pepper, salt, MSG, cumin and other condiments, but The taste requirements are important. The waiters can’t say anything, so they can only go to the kitchen and talk, but the little wind comes out on their own, standing at the table and staring: "Come on, if you don’t add seasonings, the taste will be more important. Isn’t that skewers, who the hell explain to me how to bake them?"
The little hooligan wanted to yell at first, but after seeing Wu Dalang's black cloud appearing on top, he immediately settled the bill without saying a word.
After watching the scene with joy while standing on the side, Leng Ding remembered about Ren Xiaoyan, "By the way, the spice side has already said that there is no problem, just a few days, I will give it to you when I get it."
Ren Xiaoyan smiled brighter...
After the night fell, Lori Xi pulled me upstairs, handed me a second-hand Apple 5, and then took out Zhang Fulu from her pocket, burned it with fire, and slowly wafted from the talisman with blue smoke. She got into the phone, and she handed it to me-Apple or Apple screen or screen, everything inside, but a rectangle with a missing corner appeared in the upper right corner, take a closer look, hey, The good-end mobile phone suddenly changed to dual card dual standby.
Lori Xi pulled her hand and the part of the underworld appeared. She introduced to me one by one: "Look clearly, this is Difutong, and you can transfer it in the future. It is the online version of Didong Bank; this is Didongwang. , You can use it for everything you want to buy ingredients. The most important thing is this function. In the future, you can point your phone at any place and press it, and the door to the underworld will open. Just show up in a certain city... Now let’s settle in the yard first, and change to the restaurant when the restaurant is ready."
"That's it, arrange whatever you want."
The old rules, the dung fork cleared the way, and we went back to the underworld—this time it was not the outskirts of 9527, so we went straight to the city! (End of this chapter)