"He's a concussion! To lie flat for a while, you should not go out. Qingqing shook her head, yesterday this person woke up and vomited, it should be a concussion, a concussion patient was swaying on the street the next day, and he could still stand up straight, so his physical fitness was really good.

He came out with three bowls of noodles, one bowl per person.

"Stop talking, eat first."

Yue Wenqin sat down, looked down at the noodles, picked them up with chopsticks, pushed the chopsticks and bowl away, and said firmly, "This noodle can't be eaten." ”

"Why?" He was angry, he easily and successfully learned to make a meal, but he was told that he couldn't eat anything?

An An took a bite of noodles, "Mother, don't be angry, I think you're good this time, so you can eat it." ”

"I think the soup is good." Ximen Kai took a sip of soup, nodded, took a noodle stick, glanced at it, and put it in his mouth, "The noodles are a little ugly, but you can eat them." ”

He glared at the two of them, and finally turned his gaze to the guy who said he couldn't eat.

"The flour ratio is not bad, so the temperature of the boiling water is not right, and the time and amount of cold water are not accurate, and the noodles are not in the pot, which is good. The strength of kneading and rolling the dough is not right, so the surface of the noodles is not smooth now, which is what Lord Simon said just now, ugly! Yue Wenqin shrugged his shoulders.

"Can I take a look at your hands?" Qingqing didn't mind him criticizing him for not kneading his face well, but after listening to him, his eyes flashed, and he whispered.

Yue Wenqin wanted to see her face clearly, but there was not enough light in the room, and her head was very deep, so he could only stand up in a hurry, arch his hand to her, and stretch his hands in front of her.

Qingqing hurriedly returned the salute, looked at it seriously, and turned to An An: "Have you seen it?" ”

"No, I'm looking at it now!" An An hurriedly stood on the stool, looked at Yue Wenqin's hand over and over, and raised his head, "You are not a scholar, you are a cook!?" ”

"He is a cook who has read a lot, and he must have written well. With a pen and a knife in his right hand, I don't know if he has kung fu, but he has the strength to kill cattle. Qingqing stared at the calluses on her left and right hands, "He should know how to do some kung fu, do you use an axe?" ”

"Do you remember your kung fu?" Ximen Kai nodded and looked at Yue Wenqin.

Yue Wenqin shook her head and looked at Qingqing, who finally raised her head, she motioned for him to raise his hand and straighten it, Yue Wenqin honestly straightened his arm.

"Is this dress his own?" Qingqing looked at An An, she remembered that he was covered in blood yesterday.

"Well, the official went to his dwelling to get it, and he was wearing blood all yesterday." An An nodded hurriedly, "I have his luggage, there is nothing special, only books and clothes." The book is also a mainland product, and there is no direction. ”

"The clothing is from the south, and the embroidery is from the Han embroidery of Chudi...... I'm sorry! Qingqing apologized again, pulled his sleeves apart, looked at the material of the middle coat, and nodded, "The bamboo cloth used in the middle coat, he is from the Han land." However, he lives in a place where he can't see sunlight all year round. ”

"Why?" Simon looked him up and down,

"Skin color, he came from Han Land, you see, the skin color inside and outside the sleeve, there are obvious boundary marks. The skin in his sleeve is not a normal gray! In the summer of the Han region, the sun is very fierce, and he lives there, but he can't get the sun, so he can only be in a place where the sun does not shine all year round. Qingqing said thoughtfully, at this time, her face was in the candlelight, and her complexion looked much better in the dim candlelight.

"Do you remember?" Ximen Kai glared at Yue Wenqin.

Yue Wenqin looked at his hand blankly and shook his head, "Am I not a cook?" Isn't it supposed to be in the kitchen? ”

"I don't know!" Qingqing finally came to her senses, and hurriedly took a step back with a flushed face.

"Do you know how to cook? My family is going to open a restaurant, do you want to try it, I will pay the salary, including food and accommodation! Qiao Dayong's eyes lit up, and he immediately looked at Yue Wenqin enthusiastically.

"I don't know!" Yue Wenqin looked at his hands, still a little stunned.

"It's okay, stay at my house first, let's try your craft first, if it works, I'll ask you to be a chef, I just opened a restaurant." Qiao Dayong patted the man on the shoulder.

The one finally threw up, and lasted all afternoon, but finally he didn't hold on, and collapsed in their hall at once.

"An An called the doctor, his second aunt, clean up the upside-down room, and let him live in the future." Qiao Dayong suddenly carried Yue Wenqin and laughed.

Qingqing's eyes widened, this, the identity has not been found out yet, how can you stay at home. Looking back at Ximen, he was entangled for a moment, but he still said in a low voice, "The deceased is also from the Han region, and the material of the two of them is the same, but I'm not sure if they know each other." ”

"Got it, it's better to let him live here than to live in the yamen!" Ximen Kai thought about it, sat in the same place with a chopstick of noodles, and looked left and right, "You made this noodle?" ”

"The second aunt did it!" Qingqing bowed her head and retreated, this time she really left, although she had known Simon for several years, but in addition to work, she was really not familiar with him well.

Ximen Kai sighed softly, lowered his head and continued to eat the noodles, even though he was the only one left in the hall.

Yue Wenqin really lay down for seven days, An An was very righteous, and came back to see him every day, of course, with his master, it was said that because he could get needles.

Yue Wenqin didn't know that he had been stabbed for seven days, and when he finally came to his senses, his face turned black when he saw Master Jiang's old-fashioned black face.

"I'm still in the mortuary?" Yue Wenqin's mind was still stuffy, and he didn't know how many days had passed, but Master Jiang's coffin face was always in front of his eyes.

"No, you're at my house!" A little fat man stretched out his fat face, his face was oily, and he was holding a cake bigger than his face in his hand, "Brother Yue, you forgot, my uncle asked you to be a cook for my family?" ”

Master Jiang glanced at An An, "Haven't finished eating yet?" ”

"No, I took it to my sister to eat, but she didn't eat it, so I had to come back again." An An hurriedly said that he brought this cake back from the yamen and specially sent it to his sister, but she didn't want it, so he could only eat it by himself.

"Well, hurry up and eat, we're going back." Master Jiang sighed, but said softly.

"Okay, Brother Yue, my uncle's restaurant is very large, on East Street. Business was good before, are you confident that you can do better than your previous cook? An An looked at Yue Wenqin, who was still lying down while eating, but had already lost a lot of weight.

Yue Wenqin didn't want to speak, his eyes were half-closed, and he didn't hear it. The family really talks to themselves, and if they are good, they have to ask themselves to be cooks, and they don't care if they like it or not.

"That restaurant was bought by my uncle for my sister, if you don't do well, my sister won't be able to get married, so you have to work hard!" An An took a big bite of cake and said seriously.