Hao Xian was a little nervous, people in this era have been exposed to the West, so he shouldn't be arrested because of his strange costumes, right?

Before he could look around, he was attracted by the shouting and scolding, and walked to a lively restaurant on the side of the road.

"If you want to come to our Zhimiaolou to steal the craft, you are still a little tender!" The fierce shopkeeper grabbed a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy by the neck and threw him out into the street, drawing passers-by to point their fingers.

The young man got up, patted his clothes, and laughed indifferently: "Thank you for the mercy of the shopkeeper, I will bring you some good tea when I come back in a few days!" ”

"Don't come again! Your dad said hello and threw it out when he saw you! The shopkeeper scolded and turned back to the restaurant.

An old servant squeezed out of the crowd, hurriedly walked towards the young man, wiped the dust on his clothes with his sleeve, and said distressedly: "Young Master Wen, I can be regarded as looking for you, are you okay?" ”

"Oh, Fauber, it's okay now, I'll be okay when I get home. Let's go back quickly, I'll finish the beating and recuperate from my injuries early, and I'll have to find a way to sneak into the back kitchen of Zhimiaolou again, I haven't seen the fried ice core at their house yet. Young Master Wen said with an indifferent face.

"Young man, why are you bothered, knowing that the master will come up with a family law again......" Fu Bo said with a sad face.

"If you help me hide it from my father and don't tell him that I secretly ran out to learn cooking again, won't I be able to go door-to-door?" Young Master Wen grinned and looked at the old servant.

Fauber lowered his head, not daring to talk.

Young Master Wen shook his head and chuckled, strode away, and the old servant followed with difficulty.

Hao Xian also followed.

has such a large role, and is also called "Young Master Wen", this is probably Zheng Xinwen, the key figure in this abusive mission.

Hao Xian tried to recall what he knew about Zheng Xinwen's deeds as he walked. Because of the relationship between the inheritance of pot buns and meat being devoured, he couldn't find any information on the Internet, so he could only rely on his own memory.

"The British Ambassador's carriage is here, get out of the way!" Someone shouted from the front.

The bustling flow of people on the street immediately split to make way on both sides, as if the Red Sea had been parted by Moses.

Zheng Xinwen and Fu Bo walked to the side of the road very skillfully, Hao Xian reacted a beat slower because he was thinking about things, and when he raised his head, two tall horses had already rushed in front of him!

Hao Xian wanted to avoid it, but it was too late, and a desperate thought flashed in his mind: This Qing is really rotten!

Then the horses and carts rushed over.

And Hao Xian was still standing in place, unscathed, full of small question marks.

"Am I alright?" He strangely raised his hands and looked at his body.

A full set of wilderness survival equipment was worn on his body well, and his body was well protected.

However, the color is light and somewhat transparent.

It seems that his whole being is transparent.

"I'm ...... Soul wearing? Hao Xian was surprised.

He quickly understood what was going on, it turned out that what he had crossed over was not a complete body, but a soul, but "Peng Zu's Kitchen Sutra" may have been used to maintain the harmony of the picture, making his soul look like it was dressed before the time.

These Pei Ye tactical survival knives can only be seen but not used.

However, thanks to this, the galloping horses of the envoys of the great powers just now did not hurt him.

"Damn! Brother Chef, you said that it was a soul wear, didn't I prepare so much equipment in vain! And it stands to reason that the soul should travel to the ancients, such as being a Qing Dynasty loser or something, right? How can I be a soul! Hao Xian looked at the sky and complained, but found that Zheng Xinwen had gone far away, so he hurriedly chased after him.

All the way back to the Zheng Mansion.

Zheng Xinwen entered the gate and walked straight to the hall, one second he was smiling and striding meteors, and the next second he stepped into the threshold, his face was painful, and the whole person slipped to his knees and shouted:

"Dad, I know it's wrong!"

Hao Xian: ???

Why are you so skilled?

At first glance, it is humbly accepted, and it is okay to be taught again and again!

Knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, Zheng Xinwen's father Zheng Mingquan didn't seem to be fooled at all, holding a teacup in his hand, he didn't even look at him, and said coldly: "Take the family law." ”

"Yes, sir!" Immediately a servant ran out, and soon returned with a scarred wooden staff.

It looks like it hurts to hit someone. Hao Xian couldn't help but shrink his neck back.

Zheng Mingquan carried a wooden cane, walked up to Zheng Xinwen, looked at him condescendingly, and said in a majestic voice:

"Xinwen, I'll tell you again at the end, our Zheng family is the Manchu Zhenglan Banner, and it is a well-known tea merchant family in the capital, and it is impossible for you to do that kind of cheap business."

Diligent is the old synonym for the kitchen. It is a very hard profession for a chef to serve others to eat and drink, so it is called "diligence", which belongs to one of the "five sons" (cook, drama, tangzi, menzi, and old mother) that are considered to be the most lowly in the old society. But anyone with a decent family will never let their child learn to cook.

"It......'s the twelfth time you've said, 'I'll tell you one last time,'" Zheng Xinwen muttered quietly.

"What did you say!" Zheng Mingquan raised his voice and said.

"Nothing, nothing...... You're right, I should inherit the tea business of my family for generations, what kind of cooking to learn, it's hard and tiring, but I'm just very curious, how is the fried ice core of Zhi Miaolou made? I'm puzzled, my heart is itching, I can't sleep at night, only to take a look, can I settle down and inherit the family business! Zheng Xinwen explained sincerely.

"Huh...... Since you were six or seven years old, you have been running the tea business everywhere with me, and I shouldn't have let you go to the back kitchen of the tea house at the time to watch others cook, why are you so obsessed! Zheng Mingquan sighed helplessly, then straightened his face again, raised the wooden staff in his hand, and waved it hard!

Hao Xian turned around and walked out of the lobby, he couldn't bear to watch others get beaten.

Anyway, you can hear screams with your back to them.

He plans to take advantage of this effort to study what his "soul" can do.

Although I was subconsciously walking according to my habits before, since it was a soul body, it should be able to float to the sky without being bound by gravity, right?

Thinking like this, his body really floated!

However, it seems that because of the lack of skill, the floating up and down the ground is a little uncontrollable, and it took a while to make the soul body float in the direction he wanted.

By the time he had mastered the floating technique and fell back to the ground, the Zheng family's family law had ended, and Zheng Xinwen was carried back to the room screaming, as if others didn't know that he had been beaten.

Zheng Mingquan panted for a while with a wooden cane before he spoke to the servant: "Prepare the car!" ”

Rushing out of the house just after beating his son? There are still large boxes in the back of the carriage, and small boxes seem to be about to give gifts?

Hao Xian was a little curious, and floated behind Zheng Mingquan and followed.