Hide.

Where to hide is a question.

Fortunately, Xiaoyun also uses makeup to hide his identity. This kind of makeup is not different from women's makeup, but is a means of approximating disguise.

People who walk the rivers and lakes will more or less have some disguise techniques, and he has known a lady surnamed Tu a long time ago, so he will be more profound.

Originally, he still had a human skin mask, but he had thrown it in Excalibur Villa.

However, he was confident that now as long as he took Lao Gong's clothes and put them on, and then bought some simple powder to apply to his face, most people who had seen him would not recognize him.

These people weren't familiar with his face in the first place—they had never looked at this lowly dung man before.

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Joy Inn.

The lobby is surrounded by log tables filled with a variety of cold dishes and drinks.

The inn was originally a very lively place, and it was also a place where it was easy to find out about his whereabouts, but Xiaoyun came here.

"Have you heard, there seems to be a person in the Liu Mansion who tried to mistreat the eldest lady and was caught red-handed, but later escaped."

"Yes, yes, I know, the man is said to be a dung man."

“......”

"Isn't it the old Gong who collects dung in Nancheng? It was as if he had been collecting manure all along. ”

"No, it's a new apprentice he brought, and later the people from Liufu came to the door, but found that Lao Gong had died in the house!"

"Ah, dead in the house? Could it be that the apprentice killed him? ”

"I don't know, maybe he planned to abscond, killed Lao Gong, and stole his belongings as a coil?"

"This kid is too vicious...... This thief must be caught, paraded through the streets, and beheaded on the spot! ”

The crowd gathered around and chatted one after another, and these people regarded the rumors and anecdotes in the city as a side dish.

Using the rumors of a "big family" like Liufu to serve as a snack is of course much more enjoyable.

Xiao Yun straightened his body, smiled, and walked into the door with a righteous face, and immediately a Xiao Er came to greet him.

Xiao Er looked at this smiling young man with clear eyebrows and extraordinary temperament, and never regarded him as a man who collected dung and an obscene, nor did he think that he was the "little cloud who doesn't like to talk".

"What do you want, officer?"

Xiaoyun said lightly: "I'm here to be a chef, can I ask your shopkeeper to come out?" ”

Xiao Er smiled reluctantly, looked at Xiaoyun's good opportunity over and over again, and finally said: "We don't have a shortage of cooks here, guest officer, you ......."

Xiaoyun said: "There is no shortage of cooks, but there is a shortage of good cooks, you just have to ask your shopkeeper to come out." ”

Without him having to call, the shopkeeper had already walked over from the counter: "What's the matter?" ”

"Shopkeeper, this person wants to come to us as a cook."

The shopkeeper spoke very politely, and did not refuse directly, but just persuaded politely: "The guest is so young and powerful, it is inevitable to come to the small shop, so let's go elsewhere." ”

Xiaoyun only said: "You just let me fry a few dishes, if you feel bad, I won't be too late to leave, in short, you won't suffer." ”

He rarely said a long sentence to explain.

"When the guests are so young, what dishes will they stir-fry?"

"Are all chefs who know how to stir-fry old teeth?"

The shopkeeper looked at Xiaoyun fearless and full of confidence, and hesitated for a moment, and said, "Okay, you go to the kitchen with me." ”

The kitchen was smoky, the stove was blazing, and there was a master in cloth clothes who was stepping up his cooking, but in the cold winter, there were a little beads of sweat on his head.

The shopkeeper said: "Lao Huang, you stop, what is the next dish, let this young man try it." ”

The master replied, "Next...... Below is a guest ordering a plate of 'crushed golden rice'. ”

Crushed golden rice, also known as egg fried rice, is made in every family, and many people love to eat it. But the simpler the stuff, the harder it is to do well.

Because everyone can do it, how to outperform everyone else has become a big problem.

The shopkeeper looked at Xiao Yun with a smile and said, "Little brother, you will always make a plate of broken golden rice, right?" ”

Xiaoyun didn't say much, but walked straight to the side of the iron pot and took over the work from the master.

The shopkeeper also felt steady. Even if the young man in front of him messes up the iron pot, no matter how unpalatable a plate of simple broken golden rice is, it won't be so bad that it won't let him smash the signboard.

"Little brother, I'll go outside to greet the guests first, you ...... quickly"

As soon as the shopkeeper said this, he couldn't go on with the following words.

Because he saw that Xiaoyun was indeed very fast.

It was so dazzling and dizzying that he could only see the back of Xiao Yun's hand and the blade dance debut phantom in his hand, and it was difficult to chase after its movements.

In just a few blinks of an eye, the chopped green onion has been chopped and evenly placed on the cutting board, the eggs and cold rice are placed on the side, and the oil is also put into the pot, and the cooking sound is gentle.

The shopkeeper rubbed his eyes, a little unable to believe that all this was done by Xiaoyun, in his impression, even the master who had been in the kitchen for seven or eight years would not be so skilled and fast.

"This ...... This ......"

The shopkeeper looked at the master, who was still very calm, wiped his hands on his clothes, and said, "Doing it fast doesn't necessarily mean doing it well!" ”

It didn't take long for the iron pot to be shaken, and the yellow eggs mixed with the rice grains fell into the plate together, not like cooking, but acrobatics.

The rice and egg flowers are distinct, and a hot white gas is steaming up, lingering endlessly, and the fragrance is wafting for ten miles.

Just looking at the appearance, there is a wonderful idea of "silver broken gold flying ten thousand points of sand" rippling in it.

Cooking is about "color, aroma, and taste", and this plate of broken golden rice is just one of the "colors", which has almost been done to the extreme.

Xiao Yun took a deep breath of aroma, then handed the plate out and handed it to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper also sniffed it lightly, his face changed, and he immediately took it out and placed it in front of the guest.

When the guests smelled the fragrance, their expressions were slightly happy, and they picked up the chopsticks and copied them, and they couldn't help but have a big appetite when they saw the loose egg flowers and rice grains.

The master of the kitchen also followed, deliberately pouting and saying, "It smells fragrant, but it may not be delicious!" ”

The guest had already put the first bite of egg fried rice into his mouth, and he chewed for a long time, then suddenly put down his chopsticks and stopped eating.

"Humph!"

The master hummed a sound from his nose, and hummed it very loudly, as if he was afraid that others would not hear it.

Unexpectedly, the guest grabbed the chopsticks again, and vigorously put the broken golden rice into his mouth, and while eating, he said: "It's so delicious, I have never eaten such delicious broken golden rice!" ”

When he finished saying this, the people in the inn lobby looked sideways, some surprised, some puzzled, and some disdainful.

But Xiaoyun didn't say a word, and walked back to the kitchen.

He knew no one would stop him this time.

And no one will be able to find him anymore - as a cook, he doesn't need to come out to show his face at all, stir-fry in the kitchen during the day, and rest in the inn at night, who would have guessed that this person is the "dung man Xiaoyun" who stirs up the discussion all over the city?