Geng Yue felt ashamed of Han Feng, so she slept apologetically, and after waking up, she asked Xiao Er for a needle and thread, and sewed it for her cotton robe so-so.

The sewing is not good-looking, and there seems to be a long centipede lying on the good clothes, but Geng Yue put the clothes on his body and took a so-so look at the bronze mirror, and he actually felt good.

When she had finished admiring herself, she opened the window and looked out of the window.

Looking down from the second floor of the inn, the faces of the people walking on the street can be seen clearly, her body is in the room, her face is facing out, hoping to see Han Feng who is working again.

Han Feng carried the sack, which contained grain, bending his young and strong waist.

He won't use dexterity, he will only carry the sack all the time and not put it down, and he can't put it down, because it is too heavy, and he may not be able to lift it up after putting it down.

The gray cotton robe was stained with the floating ash on the sack, and the whole person looked thin and gray.

Geng Yue could only watch Han Feng carrying the sack, feeling uncomfortable, but there was nothing she could do.

Suddenly, she closed the window and ran to the back kitchen of the inn.

Xiao Er was greeting someone, and he didn't notice and let Geng Yue run over. The shopkeeper was picking up the beads on the abacus when he suddenly felt someone running by, and then saw the curtain on the kitchen door being blown open by the wind.

The shopkeeper was taken aback, lifted the curtain and went into the back kitchen, suspecting that someone from another inn had come to his own place to get drugged.

However, when he walked in, he saw the back of a young girl snatching the cook's spoon, and the girl's body was very clean, except that a patch on the back of her clothes seemed to have been cut and sewn by a knife.

The thick branches and leaves of the seam are unbearable.

The shopkeeper stepped forward and scolded: "What are you doing! How did you get to the kitchen? ”

Geng Yue turned around, and when the shopkeeper looked at her face, he felt that he had to be twenty-eight or nine.

And Geng Yue also saw a very black and uneven face in his fifties, the corners of the shopkeeper's eyes had been drooped due to aging, and there were many folds at the end of the eyes.

The whole face was like an old bark, and his old and cloudy eyes looked at Geng Yue with a puzzled look.

Geng Yue didn't see anger on his face, and then he was shouted by the deafening voice of the shopkeeper: "Who are you!" Which inn did you send you from? Then he walked to Geng Yue's station and checked it carefully: "Are you drugged?" ”

The shopkeeper is only responsible for collecting accounts and checking money, and he really doesn't know which room lives in which person.

Especially Geng Yue is not dressed well, and there is a huge ugly patch behind him, not quite like a person who can live in an inn.

Geng Yue took out the small wooden sign in the room in her arms and showed it to the shopkeeper, not in a hurry or impatient: "See clearly, I am your guest here." ”

The shopkeeper looked at the wooden sign with his eyes, and when he saw that it was really his own inn, he was faintly relieved.

He was born with a kind face, even if he was angry, there was no deterrent effect when he looked at his face, and he smiled at Geng Yue's eyes, his goatee tail was a little pouting, and he cocked up as soon as he spoke: "What are the guests doing in the kitchen, how bad it smells of oily smoke." ”

Geng Yue smiled slightly, she looked naturally noble when she smiled, even if she was wearing a ragged dress, she didn't dare to offend people, because she always felt that the sedan chair that picked up this aunt was outside the door.

said: "Shopkeeper, I, I got a recipe from the famous chef of Wu Guo, I have eaten this dish, no one else has eaten it, and the people of Chen Guo have never eaten it, if it becomes your signature dish, it can attract a lot of customers." ”

"Sell recipes." The shopkeeper's mouth showed a mouthful of black teeth and smiled at Geng Yue, and then said with a straight face: "Don't." ”

"Don't forget it." Geng Yue waved her hand, and it didn't matter much: "I want to eat this now, you chefs can't do it, I'm a guest, it's not too much to use the kitchen." ”

The shopkeeper looked Geng Yue up and down again, and saw that although Geng Yue's face was a little darker, she was also very handsome, and she immediately compared a group of grass people to that station.

He thought to himself: This girl may really have some good recipes, since she wants to do it, then I won't stop it, anyway, cooking costs money, and making it herself also costs money, so let her do it herself.

He stretched out his hand to Geng Yue and said, "Girl, please." However, the oil money and the vegetable money can be calculated separately. ”

"Let's talk about it, look at me, can I send you money."

Geng Yue didn't say it, the shopkeeper still had some concerns. Geng Yueyi said, the shopkeeper had no worries at all, stretched out two fingers and tapped on the arm of a small chef, and the woolly mustache on his chin pointed at Geng Yueyi and whispered: "Don't do it yet, look at how people cook the dishes, be sure to learn this recipe for me." ”

The little cook was only thirteen years old, and he was still thin like a lightning bolt when he worked in the kitchen all day, because his thin eyes were unusually big, and with his big sparkling eyes, he put down the dead fish in his hand and walked towards Geng Yue.

Geng Yue was not afraid of being watched, so she first read the ingredients and seasonings in the entire kitchen.

She clapped her hands on her chest and realized that the ancient kitchen was a good place—either lacking this or lacking that.

Stretching out her hand, she beckoned to the little cook: "You help me cut the lean meat into shreds, and I will share two bites with you later." ”

The little cook saw her smile at herself, hesitated to agree, and looked sideways at the shopkeeper, only to see the shopkeeper nodding to him.

So he withdrew his gaze and nodded at Geng Yue.

Picking up the kitchen knife next to him, he picked up the knife and cut a piece of lean meat from the pork.

The shopkeeper was happy when he saw it, and the fat meat of the same size was much more expensive than the lean meat.

Geng Yue came back and forth, and decided to have a fish-flavored shredded pork, there was no chili, she picked up the peppercorns and dogwood.

Meals are all to be made, dishes are to be eaten, and money is to be spent. If you do a good job, you will make money, and if you don't do it well, it won't be a loss.

The little cook watched Geng Yue let him cut a bunch of vegetables into shreds, washed the vegetables, and poured them into the oil pot.

The little cook watched from the side, and after a while, Geng Yue poured a plate of colorful dishes into the bowl.

He stretched his neck and sniffed the fragrance, and Geng Yue really served him a little.

The shopkeeper watched Geng Yue put the food on the tray, and Geng Yue didn't even give him a look, so he took the food out.

The shopkeeper didn't have to ask Geng Yue to let him, so he went to taste the little chef, and then he nodded with satisfaction and asked, "Has the little chef met?" ”

The little cook nodded, meaning that he would.

The shopkeeper's heart was beautiful, and he thought: You still want to make money from me, I don't know if Jiang is still old and spicy.

Geng Yue went out, holding the tray, and went to find Han Feng, Han Feng was dirty, and his knuckled palms had turned black and gray, seeing Geng Yue seeing his appearance, he smiled a little embarrassedly, stepped forward and asked, "Why are you here?" ”