Seeing each other again, the cook is still wearing the same cheongsam, long hair coiled up, jade earrings, although she has reached middle age, but the years do not seem to have left too many traces on her face.

Instead, standing there, people feel a solemn and luxurious temperament.

Only the hands are still clean and slender, without any accessories.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella in her hand, she strolled around, with a strong Jiangnan woman's style.

"I ......" Looking at the cook who came over, Zhao Ke suddenly became excited, but when he opened his mouth, Zhao Ke was suddenly stunned.

Although in my mind, I have thought of many kinds of pictures when the two meet.

Various, such as being rejected by cold noodles, such as the chef being very surprised, or for example, she is not the person she is looking for.

All kinds of pictures often appear in Zhao Ke's imagination.

But really when the two met again, Zhao Ke looked at the cook in front of him, and for a while, he didn't know what to say.

Or rather, his mind was empty, and he didn't know what to say.

"I heard you're looking for me."

The woman under the paper umbrella looked at Zhao Ke, and her gentle tone made people feel a warmth.

Zhao Ke didn't speak, and the big smoking gun sitting on the stone on the side suddenly jumped up from the stone like a burning ass.

"Yes, yes, it's him, he didn't hesitate to damage his stamps in order to find you, and his sincerity is really visible to the sky."

As he spoke, the big smoking gun turned around and stretched out his hand to pull down Zhao Ke, who was still a little at a loss.

"Don't be stunned, this is the person you are looking for, you two sit down first, I happen to have high-quality tea here, you do it first, I will boil water."

The big smoking gun spoke, turned around and rushed into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Yi Nu was still preparing dinner, and as usual, the big smoking gun would not come near this woman.

But at this time, when he saw the big smoking gun, he actually ignored Yi Nu's face with a mental crit.

snatched the firewood from Yi Nu's hand and began to boil the water himself.

Although Zhao Ke was strange about the big smoking gun, how he suddenly changed as a person, he didn't think much about it.

After a moment of silence, after mentally organizing the words.

Zhao Ke settled down.

"You're his apprentice."

It's just that Zhao Ke hasn't spoken yet, but the cook has asked first.

The chef's mouth made Zhao Ke ponder a little, he didn't like this kind of unclear inquiry.

"My master's name is Gu Beihong."

Gu Beihong is the real name of the old man, but the old man rarely mentions it to them.

Most of the time, the old man calls himself pockmarked to his neighbors.

And the name of the later household registration and ID card is also Ermazi.

In addition to this name, there are some foreign names, which will not be described one by one.

This name was also learned by chance when the old man returned to his hometown to sweep the tomb.

This familiar and unfamiliar name made the cook's eyes flicker.

Looking at Zhao Ke's eyes, he became even more kind.

Seeing the gaze of the cook, the big stone in Zhao Ke's heart suddenly fell heavily to the ground, and the confirmed eyes were right, this cook lady is indeed the woman that the old man has been looking for all his life.

It's just that next, Zhao Ke was silent again.

Facing the cook, the stone in Zhao Ke's heart was put down, but he could feel that there was a fire in his chest, wanting to gush out of his chest.

He wanted to question her.

Why did she refuse to see the old man for so many years.

Do you know how the old man has lived for so many years?

Do you know the old man, who has traveled half the world for you?

You know, he's spent his whole life chasing your shadow.

These questions made the backlog on Zhao Ke's chest, and he couldn't wait to pour them all out.

But if you think about it, this question is so pale and ridiculous.

Not to mention, I am not qualified to ask about this matter.

Think about it from another perspective, aren't you also deliberately alienating your relatives, Raike?

If it weren't for the fact that the old man was getting older and older, and he suddenly became seriously ill this time, he would have chosen to keep his distance from them.

The identity of the postman.

brought too much jealousy to Zhao Ke.

Even this identity can represent extraordinary power and great wealth.

But in the same way, Zhao Ke was more afraid of bringing ominous and calamity.

I don't want the old man's relatives to have a little relationship with the postman.

"Here comes tea."

At this time, the big smoking gun held the tea tray and sent the tea tray in small steps.

At the same time from their own mailing book.

Carefully pull out a box.

When the box was opened, I saw that inside the box was actually the pack of tobacco that Zhao Ke had given to the big smoking gun before.

This pack of tobacco is the pack of tobacco that the old man gave himself with the life willow cigarette stick.

Zhao Ke gave a part of the big smoking gun in order to let him take him into the Red Smoke Hall and participate in the trade fair of the intermediate postman.

Not much is given, only a small part is tightened.

At this time, when I took it out, there was still a lot of tobacco in it.

It can be seen that the big smoking gun treats this pack of tobacco as a treasure.

"Hehe, this is some of the tobacco that my brother asked me to keep in place, and it is the most suitable with this elegant ice seed hair tip."

After saying that, the big smoking gun immediately stepped back from the two of them and walked directly into the kitchen.

Close the door and make room for Zhao Ke and the cook.

This old guy has always been unprofitable and can't afford to lose early, but today he suddenly changed his temper.

couldn't help but Zhao Ke raised his eyebrows, glanced at the cook, and was a little confused.

Pointing at the big smoking gun in his hand, Zhao Ke half-jokingly said: "He is so attentive, it won't be you who asked him to come." ”

The big smoking gun hiding behind the kitchen door heard this, almost knelt on the ground, and said in his heart: "Ancestor, Lao Tzu has called you an ancestor, don't mess around anymore." ”

Although Zhao Ke didn't know what the identity of the cook in front of him was.

But she was free to enter the forsaken land, and even the big smoking gun had to be treated with care.

With such an identity, Zhao Ke couldn't help but be suspicious.

In the face of Zhao Ke's inquiry, the cook couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, but did not speak, but a smile appeared on her face.

Slowly pick up the tea on the table and gently bring it to your lips.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke simply became bold: "You won't be ...... Lord of the Ghost City......"

When she heard the words of the lord of the ghost market, the cook put down the palm of the teacup and couldn't help but pause.

The heart of the big cigarette gun hiding behind the kitchen door suddenly rose to his throat.

However, then Zhao Ke lowered his head and continued with some embarrassment: "Yes...... It's a goddaughter or something. ”

When I heard the word goddaughter.

The cook's face suddenly froze, and although she still smiled, the corner of her left eye couldn't help jumping up and down twice.

As for the big smoking gun hiding behind the kitchen door, his eyelids rolled and his heart became happy: "Lao Tzu believes that you are evil, young!" Hum! ”

It's just that soon, the big smoker can't be happy in his heart.

"I heard the big smoker say that the lord of the ghost market is an old woman with a very strange temper and a wrinkled face."

When Zhao Ke said this, the body of the big smoking gun suddenly stiffened, and his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, if it weren't for covering his mouth with both hands, he wouldn't let himself make a sound.

I'm afraid that I can't help but rush out now, find this old life, and give this king dog a slap.

When did you say such a thing, Lao Tzu only said that the lord of the ghost market is nicknamed Red Granny, and it's all your own thoughts.

Squinted his eyes and swept out of the crack in the door, and sure enough, he saw the frown on the side of the cook's face furrowed slightly.

Suddenly, cold sweat ran down the forehead of the big smoking gun, this is to kill his own dog.

It's just that at this time, Zhao Ke's next sentence made the cook's brows suddenly expand.

Zhao Ke saw that the cook didn't speak, and muttered in his heart, and said cheekily: "Master! Am I mistaken? ”

A teacher.

was shouted by Zhao Ke very kindly.

Zhao Ke can't shout at others, but the cook in front of him is the woman that the old man has been looking for all his life.

I still want to take her out of the ghost market.

The mouth is naturally sweeter, and the relationship can be kissed, which is the best.

Don't look at Zhao Ke's usual cold stinky face, killing people is like eggplant and chopping vegetables.

But if Song Heng and Luo Qing, the two senior brothers, are here.

will definitely be very familiar with Zhao Ke's appearance.

As the old man said.

Zhao Ke's talent in the kitchen is not as good as Song Heng, and his understanding is a little worse than Luo Qing.

can't stand Zhao Ke's ability to follow the old man since he was a child, and his ability to rely on his face is much stronger than these two senior brothers.

Soft grinding and hard bubbles, I learned a lot from the old man, and even Song Heng and Luo Qing didn't master the knife work.

This sound of the master is really like smearing honey.

couldn't help but stretch the cook's brows, looking at Zhao Ke, and she was still biting in her heart.

Going to take the opportunity to knock on this kid's mind can't help but disappear.

She is naturally not an idle person, she can control the ghost market, she naturally has an iron and bloody wrist, and there are many people who slap horses like cow hair.

No matter how much sweet words there are, they can't match the kindness of Zhao Ke's life teacher.

Moreover, Zhao Ke was able to damage the stamps by himself, just to enter here to find her.

This thought was enough for her to know that Zhao Ke was sincere to the old man.

A sincere apprentice, call yourself a master.

Even this red mother-in-law who has been sitting in the ghost market for so many years, finally showed a sincere smile on her face today.

I saw the smile on the cook's face.

Zhao Ke couldn't help but show joy in his heart, and continued while the iron was hot: "Master, you don't know, my master has traveled half the world in order to find you. ”

Zhao Ke said this, his face was a little aggrieved, this is not pretending, it is Zhao Ke who really feels aggrieved for the old man.

"He went to Russia, Spain, Brazil, New York, Austria ......"

Zhao Ke accompanied his fingers and told the places he had been to over the years that he had followed the old man.

Every time he said a place, the cook's pupils couldn't help but flash a gleam, these places were the places he had told him he wanted to go.

She knew that over the years, he was looking for herself, but she didn't expect that he would go so far.

"What kind of Baiwei soup does he have to study, and if he says that he has researched it, he may let you know that he is looking for you, but you don't know, in order to study Baiwei soup, he actually stopped cooking, ran to the bathhouse, rubbed the bath for others, brought the mud pills back, and said that he wanted to distill the taste in the mud pills and make it into soup."

Thinking of this, the corners of Zhao Ke's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times.

Obviously, this Baiwei soup left a deep impression on him.

You can't understand what kind of picture it is like to have a large bucket of black mud, which was put in a steamer by the old man, and the whole street was filled with the smell of boiled.

"Poof~"

Hearing this, the cook couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

This fool, when he lied to him, I didn't expect him to still remember it.

Using the mud on the human body to make Baiwei soup, such a genius attention, he can think of it.

Just smiling and laughing, tears couldn't stop overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

Looking at the tears in the corners of his sister's eyes, Zhao Ke retracted the smile on his face, his expression was straight, and his voice was a little choked.

"Master, come back with me, the old man is about to lose his life."

After hearing Zhao Ke's words, the cook was even more unhappy, just looked back at Zhao Ke, put her hand on Zhao Ke's head, and her kind eyes were like looking at her own child, but she shook her head and said, "No!" ”