Douluo Continent on the tip of the tongue

"Pot with pork, mapo tofu and rice, ready."

Qi Han, holding the dishes in his hands, appeared next to Yu Lianxin as before.

"Well..." Yu Lianxin bit her lip lightly, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Qi Han didn't notice Yu Lianxin's abnormality. He smiled and said, "Why didn't I see you yesterday?"

He actually knew that Yu Lianxin had gone out with the disciples from Shrek's inner courtyard, but it was a good idea to use this question as the beginning of a chat between the two of them at this moment.

"I was out of town yesterday." Yu Lianxin glanced at Qi Han secretly, "I was on a mission with my juniors..."

Didn't this guy send someone to help him?

Then why do you still ask questions knowingly?

Could it be that the person who took action at that time had nothing to do with him?

Yu Lianxin felt a little disappointed for some reason.

"Thank you for your hard work." Qi Han smiled slightly, "Will you go out during the next period of time?"

"It shouldn't happen within a month." Yu Lianxin shook his head and glanced at Qi Han curiously, "What's wrong?"

"In another half month, I should be teaching cooking publicly again." Qi Han glanced at Yu Lianxin. He knew the original egg fried rice, and Yu Lianxin also learned from it, and from how quickly she reached the excellent egg fried rice

Look, the cooking talent seems to be quite good, "Will you come then?"

"Me?" Yu Lianxin coughed lightly, her eyes suddenly wandering, "I'm not a chef, why should I learn this?"

Hmm... we can't let him know that I secretly learned his egg fried rice!

Um?

Qi Han was stunned for a moment and suddenly understood something.

No wonder I didn't notice Yu Lianxin at all at that time...

Didn't she learn it secretly?

He obviously learned it but refused to let me know.

This is what is called…

Tsundere?

Qi Han suddenly felt as if he had discovered another side of Yu Lianxin.

"Okay then." There was a little more smile in his eyes.

In this case, it's better not to expose her.

As if she felt that her tone just now was a little harsh, Yu Lianxin hesitated for a moment and coughed lightly, "If I have time, I might go back and take a look."

"Okay." Qi Han nodded and gave Yu Lianxin a gentle look, "Then I will continue my work."

"Yeah." Yu Lianxin nodded, and after Qi Han turned around, she quietly stared at his back.

It feels like he is a little different today than before.

How to say...

Seems more proactive?

If he had been in the past, he probably would not have taken the initiative to invite himself to watch his public teaching.

But this time, he did it...

The corners of Yu Lianxin's mouth rose slightly, and her slightly disappointed mood suddenly improved again. Her eyes returned to the food in front of her.

No matter what, let’s do the work!

…

Back in the kitchen, Qi Han was in a very good mood.

As Yu Lianxin felt, since he decided to face this relationship calmly, Qi Han has become more proactive than before.

If it were before, he would probably take Gulu with him to serve the food and let Gulu serve as his wingman, so that he would not be so abrupt when chatting with Yu Lianxin.

But this time, he didn't bring Gulu, and he even took the initiative to invite Yu Lianxin to watch his public teaching.

Although the changes are not big, it is a good start.

The business hours for lunch ended soon. After Qi Han watched several clerks leave, he arranged for Ye Lingqing to go to the new store to help Dai Qingfeng.

Contrary to normal restaurants, mealtime is the most leisurely time for Hanshi Juewei. After all, everyone has gone to other restaurants in the food court to eat, so there will be no queues here to buy braised vegetables.

In the afternoon after the lunch business hours, Dai Qingfeng will be busy again. With Ye Lingqing to help, there should be no big problem.

As for Qi Han himself...

When he returned to the room on the third floor, he entered the system space without hesitation.

On a black recipe, the words "Buddha Jumps over the Wall" look like silver hooks and iron paintings.

Qi Han took a deep breath and chose to use Buddha Jump Over the Wall.

As a dazzling white light bloomed instantly, Qi Han's body disappeared into the system space.

After Qi Han entered the recipe, Ruyi opened a white light door with a wave of his hand and stepped into it.

Buddha Jumps Over the Wall Food Land, opened.

…

cold.

Biting and numbing cold.

Qi Han regained consciousness and immediately felt something strange in his body.

Everywhere he looked, there was a vast expanse of white. The surrounding quaint bluestone roads and various thatched huts were all covered by white universities. However, the owner of this body did not even have a complete piece of clothing at this moment, only a few simple clothes.

A piece of rag to cover the body.

The body was trembling slightly, trying hard to hug itself into a ball in the cold winter. The already thin body was even more rugged, and the skin and flesh covering the bones were full of cracks and bruises from the cold.

The extremely strong numbness and tingling pain made Qi Han miserable.

This situation…

Could it be that the original person is now a beggar?

Something doesn't seem right...

Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is a Fujian dish. Where did the heavy snow come from in Fujian Province?

While Qi Han was thinking in his mind, the body's consciousness gradually became dim. He could clearly feel that the body's vision began to blur, its eyes began to close, and even the pain on the body seemed to have eased a bit.

Obviously, if he does not receive help, this thin little beggar will freeze to death in the cold wind.

"This child is still alive!" A vague voice appeared nearby, and then the little beggar's consciousness fell into complete silence.

Qi Han's consciousness did not become dim at this moment, so he could feel that there seemed to be very warm clothes covering the body, and then the body was slowly picked up and placed somewhere.

"Xuanquan, if you give him your clothes, you will be cold." It was a deep voice that seemed to have soothing power, and it was not the same person as the person who just spoke.

"Master, I'm just going to be cold, but if this child lacks these clothes, I'm afraid he won't survive today." Some young voices said with a bit of stubbornness, "In comparison, this disciple is willing to be cold."

"But there are too many people in the world who are hungry and freezing. You can't save everyone in the world."

"If we can't save everyone, we can save everyone one by one!" His voice was young and immature, with his own persistence.

"Haha, idiot, if that's the case, then just do what you want."

"Yes! Master!"

After hearing the conversation between the two people, Qi Han probably understood his situation.

The owner of this younger voice was the one who saved him and gave him clothes.

The other voice was the master of the person who saved him.

The coat isolated the cold wind from his fragile body, but the severe hypothermia prevented his body from getting warm again.

Soon, the noise and bustle disappeared, and Qi Han felt himself being picked up again, entered into a warm room, and placed on a soft bed.

The clothes on the body were taken off, but the airtight room blocked the cold wind, so the condition of the body did not continue to deteriorate.

He soon heard the sound of water, and then it seemed that someone was wiping his body with a warm towel to warm himself up.

Then, cover yourself with a quilt.

After that, people did the same thing every day and carefully fed the body with porridge to replenish the body's nutrition.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

The body finally woke up again, and Qi Han also took this opportunity to regain his vision.

The room he was lying in now was not spacious, and there were no exquisite decorations in it. It was simple but very clean.

The same is true for Qi Han's bedding at the moment. It is filled tightly with thick cotton batting, so that the cold wind cannot penetrate it at all, but it looks extremely simple.

"Squeak..."

A soft voice sounded, and a tall and thin figure walked into the room. He looked at Qi Han, who had already opened his eyes, with a look of surprise on his face, "Ah! You're awake!"

The voice was very familiar. As soon as he heard it, Qi Han immediately recognized it. This was the person who saved him that day.

It was a young man who looked to be only 14 or 15 years old. He was quite handsome, but there was no hair on his head. There were light blue-black hair stubble on his scalp, and there was an obvious ring scar on the top.

He turned out to be a little monk.

The body's eyes quickly fixed on the top of the young monk's head. Noticing this scene, the young monk chuckled and sat familiarly by the bed, "How about this ring scar? It's pretty, isn't it? It's called 'pure heart', and it's

My master ordered it for me when I first converted, and he said that if I behave well, I can get my second ring scar in another year!"

"Oh, by the way, my name is Xuanquan. This is the name given to me by my master. We monks do not use lay surnames. What is your name?" The young monk asked enthusiastically and lively.

The body was stunned for a while, and then softly said, "Chen Yu."

"Chen Yu?" The young monk chuckled, "What a good name. I have more than my share every year."

"Oh, by the way, you must be hungry, right?" The little monk seemed to remember something, took a bamboo basket from the side, and took out a large bowl of porridge, "Drink some porridge quickly, we monks don't eat meat, so there is no meat here.

And meat oil…”

"Thank you." Chen Yu spoke softly, slowly took the bowl of porridge, and swallowed it in big gulps.

"Slow down. If it's not enough, I'll fill it up for you." The little monk smiled very cutely. "The temple doesn't have much money, but it has a lot of land, so there's a lot of food."

The young monk looked around and quietly approached Chen Yu, "Let me tell you secretly, there is no need to pay land tax on the land in the temple, and the harvest from the land is our own!"

Chen Yu slowly drank the porridge until not a drop of rice could be seen in the bowl, then he slowly put down the bowl.

After supplementing some nutrition, he gradually regained his energy and looked at Xuan Quan steadily, "The grace of saving my life must be repaid."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Xuan Quan waved his hand, "Master said that we monks need to have six pure roots and have no desires or demands, so I am not helping you to ask for your repayment."

"Nothing." Xuan Quan seemed to have remembered something and smiled, "If you really have the ability to do something in the future, you can do more good deeds. Master said that doing good deeds can accumulate good causes and get good results."

Chen Yu was silent, "I don't understand."

"Ah ha ha ha..." Xuan Quan laughed dryly, pondered for a moment, and nodded heavily, "Actually, I don't understand either. Anyway, just remember to do good deeds!"

Chen Yu looked at Xuan Quan steadily and said, "Okay."

"Hey, you agreed now."

"You are my benefactor, and I agree to whatever you say."

…

Time flies by quickly.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

Chen Yu, who has a somewhat dull personality, quickly became familiar with the young monk Xuanquan.

Xuan Quan is a young monk who has just converted. He was originally a child from a poor family. He converted because he could not afford to eat. Perhaps it is because of this that he empathizes with Chen Yu's experience and is willing to help.

Because he had just converted not long ago, Buddhism was still far away from him, and his problems of gluttony and playfulness had not been completely eliminated.

The two quickly became friends.

Chen Yu did not continue to stay in the temple. After the cold winter and the coming of spring when all things revived, he formally bid farewell to Xuanquan and left the temple.

Chen Yu, who had recovered his health in the monastery and gained some strength, did not go back to be a beggar again.

He earned a meager income by working hard, saving little by little, working hard in various industries, and eventually became a kitchen worker in a large restaurant.

Starting from a small job, Chen Yu worked his way up step by step, and finally became qualified to learn cooking. Perhaps his honesty and willingness to endure hardship impressed a chef, who taught him all he had learned throughout his life.

Chen Yu himself was also talented in cooking, and he soon became the new chef in the restaurant.

His cooking skills became increasingly sophisticated, but the world became less peaceful.

During the war, he originally lived in the north and followed the owner of the restaurant who treated him well, all the way south, and finally came to Fujian Province.

The restaurant owner became ill from overwork after traveling all the way, and passed away soon after arriving in Fujian Province. Chen Yu had no choice but to find another way out.

Fortunately, he already has good cooking skills at this moment, because the dishes he cooks are different from the local flavors in Fujian Province, and the locals find them particularly fresh.

Seeing this, Chen Yu plucked up the courage to use his savings over the years to open a tavern of his own. As expected, the business was booming.

With the booming business, Chen Yu's income has also increased. He has transformed from a chef to a slightly famous shopkeeper.

Now that he has money, he has not forgotten the request that the young monk named Xuan Quan made to him when he was still a beggar.

From time to time, he used the money he earned to help the poor and give porridge to beggars and those who had no food to eat.

Over time, he became a well-known philanthropist throughout the city.

And he gradually realized what the young monk meant when he said that good deeds will be rewarded with good deeds.

Because of his good reputation, the prices of the dishes in the restaurant are not expensive, and the daily business is more prosperous. Many poor people who have received his relief even give out land to help him promote the restaurant.

And he also made more money as a result.

Occasionally, Chen Yu would think of the young monk who once saved him. He had not seen him for ten years, and he did not know what he was doing now. Whether he had gone elsewhere during the war or whether he had become a great monk.

Originally, Chen Yu thought that he might never have the chance to meet his savior again in his life. After all, the two of them were thousands of miles apart at the moment.

Until, that day.