Of course, the fat cook is not surnamed Fat, but almost no one knows his real name, and he himself does not mention it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He is not a native of Tongyu City, he was a farmer, his family has two or three acres of thin land, he returns from the morning to the twilight, planting in spring and harvesting in autumn, and it stands to reason that life is still passable. But he has a few people, and his grandfather has been passed down to him for three generations. There are many people, which is a golden rule in a small village where the common people are not courteous, so his family lives a little aggrieved in the whole village.

He grew fatter, and had a very strange name, which became a reason for the children around him to bully him, without the help of his brothers or cousins, his fists were hard to beat with four hands, he often went home with a blue nose and swollen face, some delicious and fun, once he was taken out, he was often taken away.

It didn't look like a word, his father took him to find the adults of those children a few times, but he was sent away by a sentence similar to "It's normal for children to fight".

There are adults who are used to it, and those children are getting bolder and bolder, and they are doing things more and more out of line, and finally once he was pushed against a stone and fell into a bloody hole in the back of his head. His father couldn't stand it, so he went out with a kitchen knife with the strength of wine, and when he came back, he was seriously injured and lay in bed for two months, but he finally saved his life and was lame.

The people in the village spoke even more coldly, and they were embarrassed everywhere, and his father sighed for days, but his temperament became more and more cowardly. Life really couldn't go on, so I sold my family's house and land cheaply and moved into Tongyu City.

Without a field property, if you want to support your family, you have to have a skill, and his mother spent money to find a hotel cook and let him follow as an apprentice.

Since then, the fat man has become a fat cook.

Although the fat man has become a fat cook, his cowardly temper has not changed, and his master cook looks down on him, refuses to bother to teach him skills, and only teaches him to make noodles, which is still based on the face of the gift money given by his mother.

Scold! Noodles! Is this also called cooking?

After a year as an apprentice, his master was a person, he was not a talented person, he didn't learn a few other dishes, and no one was willing to hire him when he found many shops, so his mother was ruthless, and took out almost all his belongings to rent a store for him and opened a noodle restaurant.

Maybe because he has no distractions, he does a good job, although he is not good at management, his life is still passable.

Later, he begged his daughter-in-law to have a child and became a family.

If the world does not change, he should be able to live like this ordinary until one day he dies in bed in the cry of his children and grandchildren. It's a pity that the sky doesn't follow people's wishes, when the new emperor of Lu State ascended the throne, there was civil strife in the clan, and several factions of the imperial court fought inextricably, and the queen was sick and rushed to the hospital, and reached an agreement with the Wudi Sect to exclude dissidents with its strength.

The great changes in the temple naturally also affected the whole country, and the Black Tiger Gang, which is said to have a close relationship with the Wudi Sect in Tongyu City, took the opportunity to rise to power, and the fat cook's small noodle restaurant has since had an additional burden - protection fees.

How can there be a quasi-leader of the protection fee, collecting more and collecting less often depends on the mood of those hooligans and ruffians, the fat cook has a weak temperament, so he naturally became the target of bullying, and once he really couldn't pay it, he was dragged to the street by several people and beaten.

The gang of eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling playful men rolled the fat cook all over the ground and was still angry, and someone moved his hands and feet to his daughter-in-law who was begging next to him, and the fat cook who had been holding his head and howling suddenly changed his face at this moment, and he was about to fight with the man when he touched a flat pole.

The splash drew his knife on the spot.

There is the big tree of the Black Tiger Gang, and the gang is very fat, and they have done a lot of work to pull out knives and cut people to sink corpses, as for the few errands in the yamen, they didn't pay attention to it at all.

If the knife on the top of the fat chef's head was really cut down, it is estimated that there would be no Zhangjia noodle restaurant now.

At that time, Zhang Zhen happened to pass by, dressed in green clothes and wearing a hat, and carrying a crude box that was more than half a person long. In fact, he had noticed it since the fat cook was brought out, but he was too lazy to care, if it wasn't for the crowd of onlookers blocking his way, he would have left. It wasn't until the fat cook changed his cowering and cowardice and suddenly changed his face to fight with others that Zhang Zhen's attention was really hooked.

Zhang Zhen didn't make a move, but just stepped forward to ask about the situation, and then said that he would help the fat cook pay the protection fee. A few ruffians squinted at him for a moment, and the unceremonious lion opened his mouth, Zhang Zhen didn't care, and paid the money as they said.

The fat cook's family shed tears on the spot with gratitude, and forced Zhang Zhen into the noodle restaurant to entertain him. The fat cook couldn't do it himself, so he went to the hotel to buy some vegetables, and only made noodles by himself. Zhang Zhen couldn't remember what kind of dishes he ate, but the bowl of noodles really made Zhang Zhen's eyes light up.

Zhang Zhen didn't say much at the table, he only buried his head in eating, and after the fat cook's family finished saying the words of gratitude, several people looked at each other, all a little embarrassed. The fat cook is not a clever person, he had the heart to ask where the gentleman who had helped him take out a large sum of silver came from, and he couldn't open his mouth, and when Zhang Zhen ate a little, he left the table first and went to tear down the signboard outside.

"Your noodles are doing very well, why don't you continue to open a noodle shop." This was the first sentence that the fat cook heard Zhang Zhen say.

The fat cook sighed, rubbed his bruised cheeks, and said, "In this world, how can you do business?" ”

Then he saw this young man in green clothes stunned for a while, and then said to him: "I want to open a noodle restaurant and hire you to be a cook, do you want to do it?" ”

This is the first time since he learned to cook that someone is willing to hire him to work, and the fat cook is busy nodding his head in agreement.

So, after another four or five days, there was a crackling firecracker sound on Tongping Street, and Zhangjia Noodle Restaurant opened.

The location of the noodle restaurant is very good, the store is also neat and elegant, and the business is booming. The fat cook can't stay idle all day long, and his salary is more than double that of the original noodle restaurant. It's not enough to make more money, but more importantly, the business of the noodle restaurant is good, and his status as a chef has risen with the tide.

For the first time, he felt like a man with his head held high.

This noodle shop allowed him to regain the value and joy of being a man, and he also regarded this noodle restaurant as his life, as the most precious thing besides his father, mother-in-law, and children.

So even when Fan Meng came to cause trouble, he dared to stick to the store and dare to report to the official.

But his arms couldn't twist his thighs, and his efforts were in vain. After Zhang Zhen, the shopkeeper, was taken away by the people of the Yamen, Fan Meng asked people to set a fire in the noodle restaurant, he wanted to go up and stop it, but he was beaten hard, almost killing him, and then he watched the plaque of the Zhangjia noodle restaurant being burned into a piece of black coal.

When Zhang Zhen came out of Yixiang Courtyard, the fat cook was sitting on the ground, staring blankly at the blackened Zhangjia Noodle Restaurant.

Seeing Zhang Zhen, the fat cook cried almost heartbreakingly: "Shopkeeper! Our noodle shop is gone—"

Zhang Zhen walked up to the fat cook, and the fat cook's tear-drished eyes didn't see Zhang Zhen's expression clearly, but felt that he patted his shoulder and said softly

"If it's gone, I'll open another one."