Back at Deshui Xuan, Ling Jun didn't have anything to eat, and rushed into the room that was only for him.

This room, located on the top floor of Deshui Xuan, is the most spacious one in the entire dark floor.

On the wall of the room, there are more than a dozen longbows, each with its own characteristics.

"Vacate the Deshui Xuan."

"Cancel everything."

"Until I get married, I will no longer entertain guests."

"If someone asks, they will say that the whole building has been taken down."

"If anyone asks who made it, they will say that it is an old fairy who has a life-saving grace for the boss!"

After explaining to Uncle Nine in a hurry, Ling Jun didn't take off his clothes and got into the bed.

The mattress on this bed was sewn from animal skins that he had hunted with his own hands, and in winter, he slept on it, which was soft and warm, which was most suitable for his current physical condition.

When Uncle Nine saw that his eyes were bloodshot, he knew that he hadn't rested well the night before, so he only scolded him in a low voice, then turned around and went to the kitchen.

A few days ago, he and Tao Tao went to buy ingredients, and coincidentally, they bought a century-old ginseng from Shanto, who sold mountain mushrooms.

Ben pondered that he should keep it and wait for Lingjun's wedding, as a congratulatory gift, to Liu Qingxin, who was a doctor.

But today, seeing Ling Jun, who doesn't care for his body so much, where does he still keep this treasure?

Hearing Ling Jun coming back, the gluttony who was originally lying in the small room on the side of the kitchen climbed up.

Lingjun is back.

That, when I was a year ago, I suddenly became a mouthy and disliked the dim sum he made, and the guy who was not as delicious as his wife made came back!

That...... Does it mean that his wife also came?

Goo.

She should be the one, the old Taoist said, his second big chance, right?

The year has passed, and now he can barely be counted, and the year of establishment, although there are still many months before his birthday.

But last time, his big chance also came when he was young, didn't he?

Six years ago, he felt that he had reached the bottleneck of his cooking skills, so he went to the mountain to ask for a sign with an old man, and then, resolutely resigned from the position of the head chef of the famous Jiangnan restaurant Tingjiang Building, and according to the old way, he went to Yanjing, and looked for his first big opportunity from the sinking mud.

He was a stubborn and stubborn man, and in order to make himself enough to "sink into the mud", he did not hesitate to sell himself to Renyazi for the price of a jar of wine, although at that time, he still had more than a dozen silver tickets of one thousand taels on him.

In his mother's words, since he caught Zhou, he chose a kitchen knife, and he was destined to become a culinary maniac.

Well, he liked the word madman.

Just like his master, the madman who stewed himself into a pot of soup and left a letter asking him to taste it, and said that if you are not crazy, you will not become a Buddha.

What is a Buddha?

People can only watch and pray from afar, but they will never know whether they are really worshipping the liar he gave him when they get what they want!

The supreme state of the cook is to deceive the palate, so that everyone thinks that the same ingredients can meet different demands as long as they are cooked by different means, just like those sitting on the golden throne in the temple and looking down on the mud of the prostrate.

"Hey, Master, to tell you the truth, the pot of soup you stewed yourself is really unpalatable!"

"You know what you know, do you know that the peak you think is actually the biggest failure in your life?"

Gluttony whispered as he stretched his long waist, looked up, and glanced at the gray sky that seeped through the window paper.

He gave birth to a pair of peach blossom eyes, and the color of his eyes was extremely light, and it was difficult to see the emotions in them if he didn't look carefully.

In other words, ordinary people don't like it very much, looking at him like a blind man, but not a blind man.

"To cook the broth, you really have to boil the ingredients in boiling water first, and then it will be delicious to remove the fishy smell, right?"

Remembering that many years ago, when he had just graduated from the school, he was full of joy and prepared a table of wine and food, planning to embark on the legendary road to culinary success after this thank-you banquet, but found a letter in his master's bedroom.

The letter said, "Disciple, I stewed myself in a pot of soup, you taste how it tastes, and then find a few pieces of yellow paper, write down your feelings and burn them to me."

It was the worst pot of soup he had ever drunk in his life.

Fishy, tangy, sour, salty.

Every taste stimulated his tongue, and it was so unpleasant that he couldn't help but cry.

However, he still drank the pot of soup.

At the bottom of the pot, lying his master.

That crazy old man who always likes to hit him on the head with a spoon.

His face was serene, and his lips were smiling.

It seems that this way of death is the glory of his life.

He's today, what's going on?

It's been a long time, and I haven't thought of that bad old man......

Isn't it, he is short of money to spend over there, and he wants to burn some for him?

Shaking his head vigorously, he gluttonously picked up his robe from the shelf, put it on his body haphazardly, and went into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Uncle Nine was holding a red box.

"The third master's lady, are you here?"

This box, gluttony has seen before.

Before, Uncle Nine went with him to buy ingredients, and happened to meet this old ginseng, and he rubbed with people for a long time with a shy old face before he got his hands on it, and after bringing it back to Deshuixuan, he guarded him like a thief all day long, for fear that he would steal it and stew pheasant.

Today, he brought this old ginseng to him, and it should be, "that" is here!

"I'll be there in a few days."

gave the gluttony a roll of the eyes, and the ninth uncle was not angry, and stuffed the red box into his arms, "Go pick the pheasant and stew it for the third master!" ”

"Third master, sick?"

knew that his words and deeds were inappropriate, which made Uncle Nine displeased.

Gluttony raised his left hand a little embarrassed and touched his nose.

opened his mouth to ask people, the hostess of his house has not yet passed the door, this is indeed a bit unusual, but ...... Isn't he in a hurry, looking for his own big opportunity to take his cooking skills to the next level...... After so many years of getting along, it's not that I don't know him......

Really, what a little family!

"Last time, I barely picked up a life, how can I recover so quickly!"

"That stubborn boy, really, really ......"

Uncle Nine grew up watching Ling Jun.

When he stayed with him, he was more than ten times more than his own three sons combined.

In addition, Lingjun was the same year as his son, and when he was sent to the Northwest Camp, he had not yet been weaned, but in the Northwest Camp, how could there be a woman who could breastfeed?

So, every day I went back and forth between the camp and the small town of Biansai, ten miles away from the camp, begged for milk from my own lady, and fed it to Lingjun! The work, without accident, fell on his shoulders.

Speaking of which, Ling Jun held his arm, stared at the soup spoon in his hand with blazing eyes, licked his lips and waited to be fed, it really looked like it happened yesterday......

Tsk, days, I really can't help but mess up!

It seems that it is just the time to take a breath, Lingjun, she has grown into such a big person, it is time to marry a daughter-in-law!

In the past, when his father was still alive, he often said that when people are old, they like to think about the past, when they were young, at that time, he still laughed at him, saying that he made excuses for his nagging, and now, heh, he has become a nagging old man with his father back then!

"Stare at me for whatever!"

"Don't hurry up yet!"

Looking up, his eyes met the pair of blind peach blossom eyes that were gluttonous, and Uncle Nine instinctively snorted.

accepted the kindness and serenity, pretended to be fierce and vicious, and reprimanded him twice.

was blamed by Uncle Jiu, and he was not annoyed, he just smiled, turned around, and walked to the backyard of Deshui Xuan.

Uncle Nine is not a bad person.

He knows this better than anyone else.

This old man, just a little dead to save face, always feels that men should not put their emotions on their faces, especially their concern and concern for others.

"Tsk, this stubborn old man!"

Gluttony muttered in a low voice, then smiled at the corner of his lips, lifted the door curtain, and got into the pheasant nest in the backyard of Deshui Xuan.

For some reason, the pheasant, which was still walking around and clucking, was frozen as if he had been stunned when he saw the gluttony burrowing into the chicken coop, and stood in place, holding it in his hand, and did not flap his wings to resist, as if he was frightened.

"That's you!"

The gluttony is extremely fast, and his eyes are good.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he picked up one, the largest and fattest pheasant, turned around, and left the chicken coop.

When he left the coop, the pheasants, which had seemed to be stationary, seemed to regain their vitality at once, and they continued to do what they had been doing while clucking.

The right hand grabbed the chicken's neck, and the gluttonous left hand, as if it had been "pressed to fast-forward", left an afterimage around the pheasant.

When he stopped, the pheasant had turned into a hairless "bald chicken", but his appearance was still the same as when he was first caught by the glutton, his eyes were full of fear, and he didn't dare to tremble too much.

Hand up and knife down.

The pheasant without Mao'er, like a symbolic movement of its wings, was disemboweled, completely out of breath, and then looked at the gluttony at this time, it was actually full of piety, and the ordinary frivolous him, like two people.

Turning back to the kitchen, the gluttony first threw the pheasant into the pot of boiling water and copied it.

When he looked up, he saw that Uncle Nine was still standing in place, staring at him thoughtfully, so he instinctively lowered his head and looked at his clothes.

It's not worn backwards, and it's not dirty, what's the matter with staring at him like this?

Three times five divided by two, the pheasant and a group of ingredients were thrown into the casserole, the mountain spring water was added, and put on the fire.

When cooking, don't talk to people.

This is what he told him many times when he was learning from the crazy old man, and he has always remembered it, or rather, it has long become a habit.

"Is there anything wrong with me, Uncle Nine?"

Walking in front of Uncle Jiu, Tao Tao was a little puzzled and asked him.

"Nothing."

"Just now, the third master instructed to cancel all reservations and thank you before the end of the wedding."

"Look, it's not too late, return some of the ingredients prepared in advance."

Eating and drinking at Deshui Xuan must be booked in advance.

Therefore, what ingredients to buy every day, Uncle Nine will be gluttonous and explain to the delivery person in advance.

At this moment, Ling Jun suddenly said that he wanted to cancel all scheduled banquets, and Uncle Jiu, the shopkeeper, naturally had to find a way to reduce losses as much as possible.

"Retreat is able to retreat."

"But I don't think the third master necessarily wants us to do this."

The people who supply fresh food to Deshuixuan are all civilians in Yanjing City.

Deshui Xuan has been open for many years, and although the requirements for fresh food are quite high, the price for them is much higher than that on the market.

Therefore, they have long been accustomed to sending the freshly picked seasonal vegetables, the fish that have just been put into the net, and the tender meat of the newly slaughtered livestock to Deshui Xuan every morning, and then they will be gluttonous and selected, and when he has picked them, he will take the rest and sell them in the city market.

In other words, except for the purchase of mountain goods, gluttony and Uncle Jiu, they almost never leave Deshui Xuan.

"Okay, let's put this matter on hold for the time being."

"When the third master wakes up, I will ask him and make plans again."

After gluttony said this, Uncle Nine suddenly remembered that Ling Jun really didn't seem to have explained to him, and asked him to return the ingredients for the banquet that he no longer needed in the past few days.

If a person like him who is cautious in his words and deeds, if he really has this idea, he should have explained to him just now.

Perhaps, he was just too tired to forget?

It's just half a table of table money, it's a big deal, let the gluttony do it, send it to the palace, and cheapen those "old things"!

Thinking of his old friends, the corners of Uncle Nine's lips unconsciously rose.

They are all people who have been sent to the northwest to bear the guilt, or they have to do it as a last resort, or because of righteousness, or because they are affected by their relatives.

According to the law of the Ming Dynasty, even if you have made military merits, you are not qualified to be an official.

It is rumored that in the past, if the luck was good, when the principal met a good thing, and the luck was fulfilled, he could get the "life money" and return to his hometown to buy a house.

Although, since the Jiang family became the commander of the Northwest Army and cut off two greedy principals, the latter situation has never occurred again.

But Rao is like this, and they are still reluctant to return to their hometown.

First, the so-called hometown has long lost its former relatives, and even if there is, most of them will reject them who have been guilty, and if it is serious, they will even join forces with the patriarch to implore the patriarch to expel them.

Second, they have fought for most of their lives, and they have long been unable to remember how to cultivate crops, even if they return to their hometowns and are lucky not to be expelled, they will not be able to use the fields purchased by the "life money" to settle down.

Therefore, most of them, after the completion of their sentences, will go to the surrounding cities of the northwest camp to make a living, work as coachmen, thugs, and even substitute for the dead, and in this way, save enough wealth for their wives and children.

Then, in the blame and complaints of his wife and children, he died alone.

If there is no Ling Jun, they should be the same as those "predecessors".

It was he who gave them new possibilities.

He still remembers what he said to them when Ling Jun was a child, which made them laugh and promise with a smile, but in his heart, he always made a promise as a joke.

Ling Jun said, if your son dislikes you, don't be afraid, when I grow up, I will give you a pension for the end.

Now, Ling Jun's promise has come true, how can they not treat him as close as their own son and nephew?