"Yuelai Inn" has a new chef named Xiaoyun, and it doesn't take long for this matter to spread to every household, and women and children know about it.

The business of the inn is getting better and better, and many people do not come to stay in the hotel, but more want to taste the craftsmanship of the chef.

Xiao Er almost broke his leg, and the boss smiled from ear to ear.

And the master before didn't need him to go into the kitchen, but helped pick up vegetables and wash rice, and delivered vegetables by the way.

The strange thing is that the more famous Xiaoyun is, the more people don't suspect him, because no one could imagine that the dung man would suddenly become a chef.

"Chef...... Miss Liu Rushui from Liufu is coming today, you have to come up with your signature dishes! ”

"Chef...... Hurry up, guests can't wait. ”

"Chef ......"

“..........”

Xiaoyun rarely spoke, and did not tell his name, so the boss called him chef and felt that this was his respect.

And Xiaoyun secretly sent a letter to the county office every day while stir-frying and cooking, which told about the grievances between Dada and Lao Gong, and wanted to provide some new information for the arrest of Kuai to catch the real culprit.

- because he suspects that the murderer of Lao Gong is likely to be huge!

But after almost ten days, the letter sank into the sea without any waves.

Xiao Yun quietly inquired around and found that the Yamen had not conducted any investigation into the huge at all.

- They seem to have recognized that Lao Gong must have been killed by Xiaoyun! Even the Liufu has come forward to help the government reward Xiaoyun's head!

- And what's even more amazing is that Xiaoyun obviously stayed in the inn and didn't ask about the world, but he was actually "caught" in a daze!

Of course, the person who was arrested was not him, but another "Xiaoyun".

This story was heard by Xiaoyun from a cloth cloth who came to the inn by chance to tell a story.

"Don't you know, it is rumored that there is a 'dung man' Xiaoyun in our Liuquan City, stirring up the wind and clouds in Liufu, splashing dung like water, making the entire Liufu restless, and even the Li Anzi swordsman of the Hainan Sword Sect was splashed with dung!"

"Oh, is that true? Isn't Anko a very famous swordsman? How could it be ......"

Some guests were surprised and discussed.

The cloth-clothed man waited until the audience was quiet, and then continued: "You don't know this, you must know that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the rivers and lakes, and there are many hidden masters, even Xie Xiaofeng, the owner of Shenjian Villa, ......."

He slowly talked about Xie Xiaofeng's head again, and everyone listened more to God.

After talking for a long time, he finally came back again, and the cloth-clothed man slapped the table and shouted, "But what? Not everyone is a master, this Xiaoyun was finally arrested by the government. ”

Everyone was not particularly surprised, although not many people knew about this matter, but there were many people.

"Have you ever seen what that little cloud looks like? I've seen it! When I went, his white clothes were already stained with blood, and his delicate face was even more blurred, dripping with flesh and blood, and there was no human appearance at all! ”

The storyteller spat out: "I think even if his mother comes, she may not recognize him!" No way, who made him resist arrest? ”

Xiaoyun was not in the crowd, listening with interest, there was a storyteller coming today, and the boss specially instructed him to prepare a lot of cold dishes and light wine in advance, and the others were not served, so he had time to listen to the book.

The crowd gradually heard the end, and they gathered their clothes and planned to leave.

Who would have thought that the storyteller would not be shocked to death, and said again: "But in my opinion, the dead 'Xiaoyun' may not be Xiaoyun!" ”

"Oh? What do you mean? ”

Someone is asking.

The speaker laughed, but did not explain: "Hahaha, just because I saw that the guests were interested, so I said a few words casually, don't care." Where in the world are there thieves that our Gou County Order can't catch? Hahahaha, call it a day! ”

"Hehehehe, what is telling a story is to make a fool of yourself and hang people's appetites!"

"Oh, everyone is just trying to be lively, why bother to dig into it?"

“.........”

The listeners dispersed, leaving a circle of messy tables and chairs to be cleaned.

But Xiaoyun knew what the storyteller meant—how could there be a white robe in the dung man's clothes? Isn't it asking for dirty food?

If you have a heart, it is not difficult to guess that most of the pressure on Gou County is too great and he does not want to drag it out any longer, so he deliberately found a stand-in to fill the number, thinking that Xiaoyun closed the case.

The case is closed, the main culprit is dead, and the real Xiaoyun certainly doesn't have to worry about being wanted by the government anymore.

The tea is cold, and the day is twilight.

The light of the winter dusk is extremely dim.

Xiaoyun faced pots, bowls, scoops, basins, firewood, and kitchen knives...... All kinds of kitchen utensils, as well as all kinds of meat, vegetables, wine and tea....... Many, many, all of them were familiar to him a long time ago.

He realized that he could indeed live another quiet and carefree life as a little person, which was what he wanted.

But I don't know what's going on, but he can't be happy at all.

Is he going to let go of the hatred that he has been framed for?

Does he completely ignore the murderer of Lao Gong?

Are the little people supposed to be coarse and light, day after day, let go of hatred, live a better life, and not care so much?

Is this a qualified little person?

Suddenly he didn't know.

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Winter, big cold.

It was probably the coldest day of the whole winter, with few pedestrians on the streets and homes closed.

It was cold and windy.

The doors are still open.

The inn always has to be opened, not to mention the big inn like "Yuelai" that was opened all the way from the Central Plains.

Although the door of the large inn was open, there was only one person in the inn.

A lonely man.

In such weather, a person sitting should be lonely, but he is especially lonely.

He wears a sword, and the sword is lonely.

He's drinking, and he's lonely.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, I remember that six months ago, the dignified Mei Changhua was not so depressed and lonely."

Mei Changhua didn't answer, his hair fell down, half-covering his eyes, he just drank, kept drinking.

Outside the door, a man dressed in a mink fur and a hairpin hanging from his head slowly walked in, he also wore a sword, and the sword he was wearing was very similar to the sword on Mei Changhua's waist, which seemed to be from a faction.

"Senior Brother Mei, my junior brother has come to visit you. Are you okay? ”

Mei Changhua still drinks, and there seems to be only one thing in his world: "wine".

The junior brother said again: "Hahaha, Senior Brother Mei, don't blame me, if you fall off the high altar, the junior brothers and disciples will naturally take advantage of the situation, it's just that I was a little faster and seized the opportunity." But I still have respect for you! ”

Mei Changhua finally looked up at him, and coldly spit out eight words: "If you have something to say, say it quickly, and get out when you finish!" ”

The junior brother's face changed slightly, but he still smiled: "Let me ask you, how did you lose to Xie Xiaofeng in the first place?!" ”

Xie Xiaofeng!

Hearing this name, Mei Changhua was shocked, and the seven or eight points of alcohol had dissipated by at least four or five points!