New Times Inn

“Boom thump…”

Feng Qing heard the sound of chopping vegetables from the back kitchen early in the morning, she secretly glanced at the door, and then saw the guy she recruited yesterday was wearing an apron Cut vegetables in front of a chopping board.

Well, this apron…

Feng Qing looked around in the kitchen, only to realize that this apron was originally hung on the wall as a display, and it was almost never used. Today, it was the first time someone put it on .

Still delicious.

Feng Qing, a person who has never eaten pork, has watched the pig run for so many years, how can he roughly calculate that the cooking level of the guest in front of him is quite high.

"Did you cook often before?" Feng Qing said with some emotion, she thought it was no wonder that the children of poor families were in charge of the family earlier.

"It's okay." The swordsman said.

He now has the feeling that the whole world is very mysterious.

Who would have thought that a person would invite him to cook after seeing him, the number one swordsman in the world.

What's more mysterious is that he actually agreed.

The two words don't seem to be related at all.

In their opinion, the number one swordsman in the world should have suddenly jumped out of a corner, and then grew up like a grand monkey. Seventeen years later, he avenged his blood revenge. It all sounds like a perfect script, no one has thought about how he survived and how embarrassed he was.

The swordsman lived alone when he was very young. Cooking is indeed a must-have skill for those who live alone. He put the kitchen knife in his hand aside, then turned around and lifted the big iron pot behind him, and a burst of heat rushed out in an instant.

"Try it."

Feng Qing was taken aback by the aroma that came to her face, she couldn't wait to pick up the spoon and took a sip, and then... suddenly she felt that her life was happy.

It is a luxury to eat at home without ordering takeout these days, and Feng Qing is already used to eating takeout. The swordsman looked at Feng Qing's face, then turned around and took a few jars from the stove, "I don't even know what's in it... This seems to be salt? This... should be pepper? And sugar, And this, this, what is this..."

Feng Qing glanced at the bottles and jars that the knifeman took out, which contained chicken essence, monosodium glutamate... Even this person didn't know when she put her oyster sauce and oil in the corner Vinegar juice, milk powder and cocoa powder were also found.

She saw a shock, and she thought how could she forget to hide this kind of thing.

She was a little embarrassed at first, but who would have thought that this guest looked at the glass bottles with modern production and labels on them with a particularly indifferent expression, that kind of extremely calm expression, It was as if Feng Qing, who was still madly embarrassed, was mentally ill.

Some rare spices...the swordsman thought. Yesterday, he thought that coming to Houchu to cook was simply cooking, but he didn't realize that there was something special here after he arrived.

These spices come from all over the Central Plains, and even some rare Western spices, from south to north, everything.

Some of the famous restaurants in the world could not even find so many spices, but they appeared in this small inn.

"It's nothing, just leave it there. The knifeman heard the store manager say it in a flat tone.

The swordsman thought for a while and didn't say anything. He took out an ordinary plate from the cabinet next to him and packed the dishes.

At a discount, I bought two kilograms at random.

She doesn't have much left in her card. She has saved tens of thousands of dollars for three years. If she can't make money in the future, I'm afraid she can't even order takeout... Feng Qing sighed melancholy, but these tens of thousands of dollars couldn't buy anything particularly powerful. After this luxury, she might consider using these tens of thousands to buy some electronic equipment first?

Just as Feng Qing was thinking about this, she suddenly heard the phone ring, and she looked down and saw a message she just received, [Your last number is xxxx card **** day xx: **** ICBC income ( Salary) 4871.3 yuan, the balance is 5743.98 yuan. 【ICBC】】

Feng Qing, "…"

As soon as the new chef came in, he saw his boss staring at a small sign in a daze.

, The swordsman also deliberately pretended not to see anything, not wanting to break the store manager's secret, but he couldn't help but think about what the brand was.

Feng Qing was stunned, today is indeed the payday in the past, but she did not expect that the money would be credited to the account today, and it seemed to be called earlier than usual for several hours.

A bold guess began to emerge in her mind-even the salary was paid, could it be said that even the statutory holidays and annual leave that were negotiated before...

"The store manager." The swordsman next to him suddenly said, "It's time for someone to come."

"Come and come." Feng Qing was a little emotional at this moment, so she was not in the mood to talk much. She said to her heart that the big brand of her inn was still on display, and it was not the most normal for guests to come. "When guests come, treat them well."

The swordsman ate a meal quietly, then nodded silently, "Yeah."

Feng Qing was excited here for a long time, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, what's your name?"

The swordsman was stunned.

He didn't expect the shopkeeper to suddenly ask such a question, his name is already known to everyone in the world, but the shopkeeper suddenly asked such a question, certainly not without reason of.

The swordsman turned his head to look at the sunlight outside, and the past all came to his mind.

To be honest, he never thought he would survive.

The swordsman long ago thought about what he would do after his revenge. At that time, he dreamed that he would have a small house and raise a kitten in it, every day Get out and work, and let the sun go down, and live a dull and peaceful day.

Right now, this day has come quietly, and the swordsman suddenly feels that he is not as excited as he imagined, but also not as calm as he imagined.

What came down was him who had nothing to do with the past.

The swordsman closed his eyes slightly, he vaguely understood the meaning of the shopkeeper, she should have seen that she was uneasy, so she reminded him like this, telling him that everything in the past is the past, Now he should forget all those things.

Today is the eleventh, and the day he killed those people four days ago was the seventh.

"My name is Li Qi." He finally said, "Just call me Li Qi."

These words attracted Feng Qing, who was thinking about it, and she suddenly turned to look at the swordsman in a daze.

She wondered how much hardship this child had to endure at home before. Errice and stewed tofu with cabbage could make him so fragrant.

And Li Qi... This kind of name is extremely careless, the parents are so careless about their children, I am afraid that there are seven children in the family, and they are seriously overborn, so they eat it Can't afford to eat.

Feng Qing’s mother’s love (?) was overflowing for a meal. After eating, she had secretly left all the meat to Li Qi, and Li Qi ate it without realizing it. .

"Where did you live?"

"I grew up... alone outside the gate."

"Then... do you know anyone else?"

"No more, all dead."

"How did you get here?"

"I was chased by others and came here accidentally... They chased me for three days, and they won't let me go if they don't chase me."

The more Feng Qing talked to Li Qi, the more he could feel his pity thumping.

These days, children from peasant families generally choose to stay at home to farm, and few people leave their homes and run to such a far place.

Feng Qing, who had read many novels about the old lady, subconsciously made up the situation that her parents died and her uncle and aunt robbed the land and the house. The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. Li Qi did not Note that he is seriously cooking with his head down.

...When Feng Qing came back to her senses, she stared at the empty table for a moment.

Uh… wait, what happened?

Feng Qing was wondering if she had cooked too much, because she could eat that pot of rice for two days by herself, but Li Qi ate it all by herself. Now, even the vegetable soup has been drained, and there is nothing left...

Ah...

Feng Qingxin said yes, young man, you were born in the wrong era. If you were born in modern times to be a food broadcaster, you would definitely be a mess.

Well, Feng Qing was suddenly full of fighting spirit. Isn't she thinking that it is money... She is a modern person who can't get money?

The price of silver is only a few dollars per gram. She also has a bunch of glass bottles used as props for the crew, glass flowers and so on... Liuli was a valuable thing in ancient times. Go to Taobao and buy a box of soap.

After Li Qi finished eating, he went to wash the dishes very consciously. Feng Qing suddenly heard a group of people slowly gather at the tea stall opposite, one of them was wearing a long coat and his beard was white. The old man walked to the innermost, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she thought that this was the legend who told stories in the teahouse?

Good storyteller... She just happens to know nothing about this world, and she just wants to hear which dynasty she is in.

"You asked me to stay in the lobby?"

Li Qi wanted to say something, but shut up.

He thought that the shopkeeper would let him stay in the back of the kitchen, and tried his best to minimize the impact, and let him stand in the front so generously... Could it be that the shopkeeper is really not afraid?

But Li Qi thought about it... and finally nodded heavily.

He said, "Good."

Few people know how determined Li Qi was when he said this.

It seems that this senior... really doesn't care, and I don't know which school this casual mentality comes from.

Li Qi thought for a while in his heart, those famous and decent people are unlikely to be... I am afraid it is not the devil, the first devil religion in Jianghu also chased him "in an instant" Killing orders, except for "a moment", Li Qi couldn't think of which sect could have such a powerful predecessor.

Or... an unfamiliar magic sect in the Western Regions? Li Qi suddenly thought of it again.

He remembered the pile of ingredients in the kitchen that he didn't know what kind of seasoning, and suddenly felt that he might have guessed the truth.

"By the way, the store manager." Li Qi suddenly asked. Feng Qing, who was just about to go out, came back and asked him, "What's the matter?"

"Are there any rules in our store...?"

"Rules?" Feng Qing instantly felt that this Li Qi was very special.

She thought for a while and said, "There is only one most important rule, and you must abide by this rule."

"Okay." Li Qi replied.

"Don't touch everything in the store." Feng Qing said: "I don't like the mess in the store. Without my permission, everything in the store is not allowed to be touched."

Li Qi was slightly taken aback.

He nodded sharply, "Understood!"