Qi An, who left the thrift market, casually found a small shop and sat down. Although he was already a little hungry, he only ordered a bowl of white porridge, and he didn't see the other dishes on the menu.

For the waiter's strange eyes, Qi An accepted it calmly. When you eat a thousand years of delicacies, you will naturally have a hard time swallowing the crudely prepared food. Although Qi An also had times when he ate bran in turbulent years, when he had a choice, he still had to be picky.

Simple white porridge, if the rice is not selected properly and the heat is not yet available, it will inevitably be unsatisfactory, but compared to other dishes, Qi'an can still accept the white porridge sold outside.

While waiting for the waiter to serve the porridge, Qi An put the sea of pens and the imitation of Daquan 5,000 on the table.

The reason why he turned back after leaving was because Qi An caught a glimpse of these five thousand Daquan coins in the box where Lei Gongzui put the scroll.

There is an ancient spring branch in the antique circle, and the collection is ancient money. The reason why it is called Guquan is because Wang Mang issued coins after the Han Dynasty, because the gold character of the money character is similar to the traditional Chinese character Liu's Mao Jin knife, which violated Wang Mang's taboo, so the spring character is used instead of the money character.

Later generations of literati used ancient springs instead of ancient coins because "springs" were more indifferent and elegant than "money", and coins circulated like springs.

The 5,000 Daquan is one of the most valuable "50 Treasures of the Ancient Spring" in the Guquan Collection.

Daquan 5,000 was minted by Sun Quan between the first and ninth years of Chiwu, which means 5,000 five baht coins worth at that time. The number of hand-me-downs is scarce, and there are only 20 pieces in circulation. There is also a saying that it is suspected that it was privately cast by the Wu family.

In short, the five thousand of Daquan are extremely precious, and if they are auctioned, they can be sold for at least three million. As a result, people like Lei Gongzui in various antique markets have purchased or manufactured fake springs in large quantities to confuse unscrupulous spring friends.

Obviously, this large amount of ancient money was collected from farmers or professional counterfeiters.

Qi An picked one out of it, and this one looked almost indistinguishable from the others, but there was a shallow bulge on the bottom horizontal of the bottom five characters, as if the writer had deliberately written an extra one.

Presumably, this is the reason why insiders like Lei Gongzui see that this ancient spring is almost perfect, but still think that it is a modern imitation.

With your hands staggered and your index finger and thumb strained, the coin turned around on the table. Look at the spinning ancient coins. Fortunately, I know this ancient coin, Qi Anxin thought.

This ancient coin is one of the treasures that Qi An took out as Qi Yu in his previous life, but he didn't expect to have a chance to see it again in this life.

As the original owner of this coin, Qi An naturally knew that the extra bump was not imprinted by later generations, but was printed since it was printed.

The minting of coins in all dynasties was a major project, so before carrying out large-scale printing and casting, a few copper coins would be tried to be minted. This Daquan 5,000 was in the trial casting, because the mold for casting the money could not be tightly fitted, so that when it was poured, the copper liquid flowed out and cooled into a small protrusion.

Therefore, the value of this large spring 5,000 is far higher than that of the ordinary large spring 5,000.

Qi An didn't care what kind of economic benefits he could bring to picking up such a big leak. After living for so long, I have long seen through money. The so-called 10,000 spacious buildings, sleeping seven feet at night, thousands of acres of fertile land, and only three meals a day, this is the truth.

What Qi An cares about is the incomparably wonderful fate hidden behind this ancient spring, and the intimacy that this coin brings to himself, which is a companionship that has remained unchanged after a hundred years.

Destiny is always worthy of reverence.

also accompanies Qi An, and what remains unchanged after thousands of years, may only be the desire to eat. Every time he tastes a new delicacy, Qi An will have a feeling of dying without regrets, of course, this is because Qi An can't die.

The bowl of porridge in front of him gave Qi An this feeling.

An ordinary bowl of porridge may seem like a mixture of rice and water to people who don't know how to cook. However, in Qi An's view, the texture and taste of white porridge can best reflect the skills of a white case chef.

I picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew it gently and put it in my mouth, and the sweetness of the rice instantly filled my mouth. The rice grains have been boiled until they are soft and glutinous, and they melt away with a gentle sip of your tongue, but they are not completely rotten. The rice soup has long been boiled into a milky white, thick and not greasy.

Being able to eat the sweetness of the grain and the saltiness of the side dishes complement each other is the quality that a bowl of porridge should have.

Pickled radish strips with chopsticks, salted to make the radish extremely crisp, sprinkled with sporadic chili noodles, just to set off the sweetness of the radish.

Qi An gradually became dissatisfied with drinking porridge in small sips with a spoon. He picked up the bowl and drank it in circles like he was eating noodle tea.

This makes his appearance seem somewhat comical, but as a diner, Zian undoubtedly chooses to forgo image between food and image.

Qi An, who had finished drinking the porridge, was like a general who had just finished a war, so satisfied that he didn't want to move. Sometimes Qi An will also reflect on whether he is too unproductive, just for a bite to eat, he is so eager.

Every time Qi An reflected, he would once again determine what the image was, the taste of food he could remember for thousands of years and the aftertaste was still there, and the image of others towards him was only slowly blurred as a generation grew old.

A few minutes later, Qi An got up to pay the bill, but found an embarrassing thing: there was no money in his wallet. I only brought a few thousand dollars, and I spent it all. Although Qi An doesn't care about his image, he can't do such a thing as not paying for dinner.

Just thinking about asking the boss where there is an ATM, the hotel owner saw his predicament, waved his hand, and said boldly: "Just a bowl of white porridge, what money to give, just treat it as my brother's invitation." ”

Qi An looked at this man's middle-aged boss, who was already a little blessed, and did not shirk the boss, so he accepted the boss's kindness with a smile. Taking a cigarette from the boss, Qi An started talking to him.

"Brother, seeing that you only ordered a bowl of porridge, I'm afraid you didn't think that you had no money in your pocket a long time ago, right?" After the two got acquainted, the boss was also straightforward and made a joke about Qi An.

Qi An faced such a straightforward boss, and he was also infected by him, and said that he forgot that he had spent all his money in the thrift market.

Asked the boss to borrow a fire, Qi An lit the cigarette and took a puff, but he choked and coughed a few times.

The boss on the opposite chair couldn't help but laugh when he saw this, "Brother smokes for the first time?" Seeing Qi An nodded, he said: "I knew that I wouldn't give you a cigarette, I have a cigarette for three or five, especially not for you." ”

Then he said: "Since I haven't smoked before, then don't try it, brother, I was ignorant when I was young and became addicted to smoking, and I can't stop smoking." He took another puff and then took a pleasant puff of his cigarette.

Snuffing out his cigarette, Qi An asked with some curiosity: "Who made this porridge when I drank it?" This is the best white porridge I have ever drunk. ”

The boss heard that someone praised his food, his eyes narrowed, and he showed a smug smile, "Brother, everything else is made by the master who invited him, just this porridge, no one else, brother, how about I boil it?"

Qi An gave a thumbs up, "Yes, the best thing I've ever drunk is your bowl of porridge." ”

The boss was even more proud when he heard this: "Today I have met someone who understands, my skill in making porridge was passed down by my father." Brother, I didn't blow it to you, my father was the one who made porridge for that back then. As he spoke, the boss's hand pointed upward.

"It was only after I retired that this craft was passed on to me. Thinking of his father, the boss seemed to be a little emotional, but he forcibly changed the topic.

Only then did Qi An know that he had found a treasure in such an inconspicuous little fly restaurant, but he didn't expect that there was an imperial chef hidden here, no wonder the craftsmanship was so good.

This reminded Qi An of a story in "Crane Forest Yulu": In Bianliang, Tokyo, a scholar bought a concubine, who had worked in the kitchen of Caifu, and I heard that he was also in charge of Caifu's steamed buns.

One day, the scholar had a whim, so he said to the concubine: "I have heard that Caifu buns are delicious for a long time, today, you also show me a hand and make a few buns for me to taste." ”

"Official, the slave family will not. The concubine shook her head and replied.

"What, you won't? Didn't you specialize in making buns in Cai's mansion?" The scholar asked suspiciously.

"Back to the officials, in the Taishi Mansion, there are dozens of people in the kitchen bun group alone? The slave family was only responsible for cutting shredded green onions there. ”

A Cai Jing is already like this, the father of the restaurant owner once worked as an imperial chef for that person, and he specialized in cooking porridge all his life, and the boss's skills passed down by him are naturally top-notch.

This made him happier than Qi An picking up a big leak, after all, the ancient money was just a dead thing, and the craftsmanship of the person in front of him was really useful.

Although it is very crazy to leave the restaurant that I have run for some years to work for others, it is a very crazy thing in the eyes of normal people. But Qi An was sure that the big brother in front of him would not refuse his invitation.

Although his invitation to Qi An was only to be considered.

The boredom in his eyes is undeceiving, even if the small restaurant is opened next to the antique market, there is no worry about the flow of customers every day, and the income is enough to support the family.

But doing a mechanical job, the daily life is monotonous and boring, and the guests he meets are the same old people, Wang Cheng's life is really boring.

Wang Cheng's father used to be the imperial chef of the official family, and he can be regarded as a figure standing on the top of the mountain in the chef industry. How could Wang Cheng be content with his life and die of old age in this small fly restaurant of less than 30 square meters?

Wang Cheng was indeed moved.

Although Qi An didn't say it explicitly, the meaning was very obvious in the open and secret. He wanted Wang Cheng to manage the hotel for him.

The reward is to accept Wang Cheng as an apprentice.

What a big breath!Wang Cheng thought to himself. Although Qi An doesn't look like a layman, he wants to take himself as an apprentice? I'm afraid that he still has more than ten years to go.

Qi An was not in a hurry, but just gave Wang Cheng his contact information and asked him to take the time to come and see his craft.

Qi An was quite happy to eat a meal, and waved his hand to Wang Cheng, who was busy in the back kitchen, and Qi An walked out of the store.

It's getting a little darker. Under the dim street lamps, pedestrians are also hurrying along. It's a remote location, and although the security in Dengzhou at night is not bad, it's always good to go home early.

After walking through several intersections, I didn't see the shadow of a taxi, but pedestrians became more and more scarce. If you go at this pace, I'm afraid you won't be able to get home until midnight, but Qi An doesn't care too much, and still walks like a walk after dinner.

A woman wrapped in a brown trench coat walked away. At this time, it has entered autumn, the autumn wind during the day is still cool, and the golden wind blows on the body after the sun sets, so the woman tightened the windbreaker on her body, lifted the satchel up, put her hand in her pocket, bowed her head and walked forward quickly, and her high heels made a soft sound.

As he passed by, Qi An saw that the woman's entire face was almost covered by a huge mask, and only a pair of transparent black eyes seemed to be glowing in the deep eye sockets.

Qi An walked forward while kicking the stones on the road with his foot. It's a bit like the European race, he thought.

After two more intersections, the wind blowing behind me was suddenly mixed with the sound of chaotic footsteps. Then a stumbling man ran beside Qi An, still holding a lady's satchel in his hand.

It looks familiar, it's the woman's bag just now.

Shaking his head, he didn't have the heart to chase the thief, Qi An still walked unhurriedly, and he didn't look back to see if the woman had chased after him.

But things don't always work out that way. After a few more intersections, I looked behind me when I turned right at the fork in the road, and the woman had not yet chased after her. But as he continued walking, he saw the thief leaning on a telephone pole, placing his bag on top of the trash can, and rummaging through it.

The thief had already taken off his mask and was panting in panic. Seeing Qi An walking in his direction while staring at him, he was suddenly a little panicked.

He took out his bag with his right hand, took out a dagger from his arms, and scolded Qi An viciously: "Boy, get out." Look at Lao Tzu killing you again!"

Qi An didn't react much to his words, after all, words were the weakest attack, and they couldn't cause real harm to Qi An.

So Qi An took his hands and continued to walk forward. The thief would be wrong, after all, a normal person's reaction when he saw someone holding a knife at him should be to turn around and run, but Qi An continued to walk without delay, as if the other party did not exist at all.

The thief saw that Qi An was not obedient and rolled away, his body trembled unnaturally, and he took a few steps back while pointing at Qi An with a dagger, and his face was forced to be calm.

"You, you, get out of here, come over again, I'll fucking kill you! Qiangzi! Brother Tiger! Where the fuck are you dying?"

"Oh, there are accomplices?" Qi An stopped and looked at the thief rather interestingly. I thought it was a young man, but it turned out to be a group crime.

Qi An smiled at the thief, revealing his white teeth, but in the thief's eyes, he opened his huge mouth like a beast that chooses to devour people.

"Do you want to play a game?" Before the thief could react, Qi An in front of him suddenly disappeared. Then he felt a pain in the back of his neck and fainted.

After solving the thief, Qi An picked up the things thrown all over the ground and stuffed them into his satchel, and then leaned on the telephone pole and whistled and waited for the thief's accomplice to come.