Counting five generations from Lu Zilin, the sun and moon of the Lu family have fallen to the bottom of the unsustainable valley, two of the three brothers have gone out to work for Caidong, and the third child, who is just fifteen or sixteen years old, grew up by begging for food and drink, and there are almost no men and women in the big villages and small villages near and far who do not know this child. He didn't learn to walk, but his mother carried him to beg for food, and when he learned to walk, he went to beg for food by himself. He had an iron horse spoon tied to his trouser belt to receive alms, and after eating, he was tied to his trouser belt again in the canal, and people did not remember his name, so they called him Ma Spoon Baby or Spoon Baby. One night, his father, who had been paralyzed on the kang for many years and could not turn over or move his legs, said to him, "You can't ask for food now." You are young and ask for food, people pity you for eating, and now that you are older, people will scold you if you ask for food! Go - earn your own food!" To earn food by yourself is to work long hours like the eldest brother and the second brother. Ma Spoon Baby nodded, and the next day before dawn went out and never came home, no one could see the child leaning against the street door and holding the horse spoon.

Ma Shaowa avoided the familiar village and the familiar people of the plain and went down the original slope to the north, and the strange people in the strange village of Zishui River Road continued to lean on the unfamiliar door panel and walked down the winding river of Zishui. One day, when he walked into the city gate, he exclaimed in amazement: "The city is much better than the original!" He didn't have to beg anyone, he just targeted the people in the restaurant and put their leftover noodles, buns or meat dishes into a horse spoon. He was then hired by a restaurant to burn a fire, pull bellows, wash dishes, and brush dishes. When he sat under the stove and pulled the bellows, the stove was stir-frying and hitting his newly raised head with a small iron spoon dipped in oil and flower seasoning; At first, I hit it with the back of a spoon, then I hit it with the edge of a spoon, and on two occasions blood came out. Why didn't he understand why he couldn't raise his head and raise his face when he burned the fire and pulled the bellows? I thought it was the rules of cooking and cooking, so I finally remembered it and just kept my head on the fire, and still hung my head in the gap between the stove shouting "turn off the fire". One day, he suddenly opened his mouth and finally figured out that the stove was afraid that he would have the craft, so he was not allowed to raise his head to see the operation process of various stir-fried dishes.

The spoon baby figured out this secret, but it grew ambition. Damn, if you don't knock me on the head, I haven't thought of learning a craft! So he became diligent: in the morning he poured the water for washing his face on the stove and brought it back to the urinal in the evening. Wash clothes for the stove, catch lice, beat the back and rub the thighs; As soon as he saw the stove touching the cigarette pouch, he handed the fire to his face. The hearth did not say a word to accept all his courteous and thoughtful service, and still struck his head from under the stove with a spoon without mercy, and would not allow him to peek at the mystery of the food in the wok. I have been doing this kind of chores for more than a year, and I have served the stove for more than a year, and the skills of Ma Spoon Wa are completely proficient in lighting the fire, wiping the table, serving the dishes, and brushing the dishes, but the skill of stir-frying is still equal to zero.

One night, after sleeping upstairs in the shopkeeper's house as usual, the stove said, "Spoon baby, you don't give me any more complaints." You want to learn a craft just because of your feelings, but there is no door. Do you know how much money it took me to learn this trade?" Spoon baby said: "You must have spent a lot of money to learn a unique job." I don't have any money. When I save up more money, I will worship you as a teacher. The stove laughed disdainfully: "With the two coppers you earn in a month, you can't save enough until your beard is white." The spoon baby said sadly: "Then I will wash the dishes and burn the fire for the rest of my life." The stove changed his tone of sympathy: "Look at your doll, you are a waking baby, and you are also a good baby." I don't want your money, you promise me three things, and I will teach you the craft. The spoon baby hurriedly said: "I will say three pieces, and I will agree to thirty pieces, as long as you are willing to teach me the craft." The stove lowered his voice and said, "You must not be annoyed if I scold you." The spoon baby thought that the stove wanted him to help him, but he never expected this to happen, so he was silent; It's not too difficult to accept when you think about it, and there is no actual loss if the wind blows away, so I just accept it with a "hmm". The stove put his head next to the spoon baby's ear and whispered: "Spoon baby, I**." The spoon baby felt like a spoonful of boiling oil was poured in her ears, and she was so angry that she trembled all over, but she gritted her teeth and endured it. The stove asked, "Why don't you keep quiet?" The spoon baby said angrily: "I heard you scolding me, I'm not annoyed!" The stove said, "Ugh! I scolded you, you have to be willing or not. Don't you keep quiet, won't I into the air?" The spoon baby's hand rattled in the quilt, and a punch could knock the smoke-spewing grease mouth hoarse, but he endured and said, "I answer." The stove head grinned and scolded: "Spoon baby, I'll fuck your milk!" The spoon baby replied, "it." The stove scolded excitedly: "Spoon baby, I'll fuck your sister." The spoon baby replied, "it." The hearth laughed excitedly, until the shopkeeper of the restaurant sleeping downstairs intervened: "What are you talking about?" Rest early, wake up early tomorrow morning. The stove closed his mouth and fell asleep. After a long time, almost every night before going to sleep, the stove is like a review of the spoon baby's mother, grandmother, sister and even aunts and aunts to it again, the spoon baby no longer cares, and there is no humiliation, just a routine response to the "you" mantra. The "fucking" addiction to the stove is very big, not only to fuck before falling asleep at night, but also standing in front of the pot with one leg during the day, seizing the free time of the intermittent eaters, a pair of lewd meat bubble eyes squinted at the spoon baby sitting under the stove and said: "Ah, yes, spoon baby, I want to fuck your mother again." One morning, just on the fire, the stove was frying oil in the pot, and said happily: "Spoon baby, I dreamed of your sister in the dark room last night!" Your sister looks the same as you, except that her hair is braided very long, and she also has two black dimpled deep eyes and long eyelashes. Do you think your sister looks like you?" Spoon baby said half annoyedly: "My sister has a pair of radish flowers in their eyes......"

It wasn't until the stove didn't come up with any new tricks to scold people that he proposed a second thing to the spoon baby. It was brought up at leisure time after lunch. The spoon baby was eager to inflict a new torture as soon as possible, in order to fulfill her wish to fry the spoon, so she said, "You say, I listen." The hearth laughed and said, "The second thing is very simple. Look at the dart-" When he said it, he took out his slap and slapped it in the spoon baby's face, and then asked, "Okay?" The spoon baby was dizzy from the beating, and when she woke up, she understood that the second thing was to be beaten, so she said without thinking: "Okay." The stove slapped the other side in the face again, and spat on the palm of his hand, and the sound of the whipping was unusually loud, and asked, "To live or not to live?" The spoon baby couldn't hold back her tears, and still replied stubbornly: "Be alive." The shopkeeper asked in the room, "What are you two doing, making a bang?" The stove laughed and said, "I'm playing with the spoon baby!" The trick of the stove spoon baby is also hollowing out the hollow change, slapping, chest thrashing, kicking the ass is commonplace, tearing ears, pinching nose, twisting the face is a pleasure, the top spoon baby is unbearable is just when he is sleeping very soundly, the stove suddenly bites on his face, and when he jumps up with the quilt, the stove has just finished peeing and burrowed into the quilt. The shopkeeper of the restaurant finally noticed the abuse of the spoon baby, and secretly peeked that the stove was twisting the spoon baby's ears, so he walked up to them, and there was anger hidden under the seemingly peaceful tone: "You can't beat people's spoon babies." Look at what the spoon baby has done for you? His face was covered with bruises. The stove grinned and still said: "I'm playing with the spoon baby!" The shopkeeper no longer believes in any nonsense: "How can there be such a trick?" The spoon baby's red wounds and bruises were seen, and they said that my hands and feet were cruel! It's not like I haven't beaten a spoon baby, he's my hired father-in-law, and I beat him and his father without saying anything. You can't beat other people's dolls!" The stove smiled a little awkwardly: "Count the miles, I won't play with the spoon baby anymore." The shopkeeper still didn't relax: "You still say that beating people is a trick?" Turned his face and asked the spoon baby, "Are you playing with you?" The spoon baby lowered her eyebrows for a long time: "Yes...... ......The shopkeeper turned around and brushed his sleeves away: "You should be beaten...... Cheap embryo!"

After falling asleep that night, the stove stroked the injury of the spoon baby with his fat palm, and whispered: "Spoon baby, I really played with you!" I said**your your sister is all talking about it, who really it? I beat you and screw you because you see that your baby's face is good-looking, and when I beat you and scold you, I kiss you and hurt you. Since the shopkeeper is sick, let's not play it. I think there's only one thing left, and you start learning the craft when you do it. The spoon baby hurriedly said: "Say it quickly, I should also get through to the end." The stove put the spoon on the baby's ear and said, "I'll go through your back door." Spoon baby was stunned and said: "I only have three houses in my house, how can there be a back door without a wall?" What are you doing all the way to the original and going through that back door?" The stove sneered and said, "Melon Egg Baby, it's you." The spoon baby sat up in surprise, and said in a dull voice: "I'll give you all my wages, will you go to the kiln?" The stove said: "I have money to visit the kiln, so I don't care about your two little money!" The spoon baby begged for mercy by herself: "Jiri is a jar, what's so ......good about it" The stove pressed him down on the quilt and said: "The emperor puts three palaces and six courtyards and doesn't the sow, the picture is the black shell's head tattoo is deep; The imperial aunt stole the monkey, the good thing is that stick that can be thick, thin, short and long!" The spoon baby begged pitifully: "You change another one, even if it is up the knife mountain and the oil pot, I will work for you......" The stove head immediately expressed disappointment and said: "Then don't talk about it, neither of us will force anyone." Thinking that the beating and scolding in front of her might have been in vain, she immediately followed the hearth and said flatteringly: "Are you anxious...... You only said how many times...... Just teach me the craft?" The head of the stove said, "That's easy to say. I'll fuck you five times and teach you how to fry the same dish. The spoon baby counteroffered: "two times ......" and finally the two sides made a deal on the "three rounds".

Five years later, Luma Spoon has learned to become a real stove, and his skills have surpassed that of the master. The business of this small one-storefront restaurant is booming, and the shopkeeper wastes no time in stopping light meals such as noodles and fritters and changing to a restaurant specializing in all kinds of stir-fried dishes. Two or three restaurants in the city privately offered high salaries to poach the deer and horse spoons, and the shopkeeper was very worried when he heard the news, so he first raised the price of the horse spoon. Ma Spoon said to the shopkeeper very calmly: "Don't worry, Ma Spoon is not a villain who is greedy for money and unjust." Based on the few words you said to me when you hit me, I don't want to give you at least five years. When the shopkeeper heard this, he was so moved that he burst into tears, and said angrily, "Get rid of that dog." But he said, "No, let him be here." ”

The horse spoon is really a spring breeze to come and go. A Qing court official inspected Guanzhong, mixed with the citizens, strolling through the streets and alleys to observe the people's feelings, and saw this small restaurant full of diners, so he walked in and ordered four dishes and asked for a pot of wine, and couldn't help but exclaim: "The first spoonful in the world." Then he called the shopkeeper of the restaurant to ask for pen and ink, and wrote the exclamation of "the first spoon in the world" on paper. Some of the diners knelt down when they saw the title of the next paragraph of the inscription and called out to the adults. When all the diners heard about this person's name, they knelt down one after another, and the adults walked out of the door with a slight smile. The shopkeeper held the inscription and was surprised and delighted, and then spent a lot of money to make a plaque, and the lintel hung the gold-lettered signboard of "the first spoon in the world", and the business was booming.

Luma spoon is famous in the ancient city, and every time a high-ranking official, noble, wealthy businessman and giant encounter a red and white happy event, celebrate a birthday or make a full moon banquet for a child, they all take the honor of inviting "the first spoon in the world". When there is a major celebration in the Qing Bing Standard Camp of the official Yamen, it must also invite Lu Ma Spoon to cook. The spoon baby not only received a heavy red envelope reward for silver, but also had personal relations with the characters of the upper class of the ancient city. "Master Deer will speak when he has something to do." The rich, the powerful, the powerful, including the dead dog Raippi Street Last, all promised so...... The spoon baby finally has a chance to get angry and take revenge.