Wu Guoliang looked at the sky, raised his right hand and looked at it again, sighed loudly, and showed a bitter smile towards Yu Jianping.

"Look, it's all shaking." He put his hand in front of them again.

Yu Jian stretched out his head and looked at it carefully, where was he trembling? It's clear that it's not stable......

Yu Jianping slapped off the paws in front of him, and glanced at him angrily: "Don't come to this set, you are a rare left-handed person in the world." The left hand is more flexible than the right hand, what kind of big-tailed wolf is there!

Wu Guoliang smiled and touched his nose awkwardly, but he was not embarrassed to be exposed.

Yu Jian felt that today was simply the day of being hit by a crit, one after another, and the thunder tribulation was not so fast.

"You can't be the left-right fighting technique that you learned from Zhou Botong, right?" Yu Jian said casually.

Wu Guoliang was shocked: "How do you know??"

"Really?" Yu Jian looked at him, as if he had really learned some secret art.

"What do you think?" Yu Jianping slapped Yu Jian on the head, and then said to Wu Guoliang, "Don't bully children."

Sure enough, it's a lie.

Yu Jian pouted unhappily, these two old men, who were almost sixty years old, how could they still be so careful.

"Your Uncle Wu is definitely the strongest willpower I've ever met." Yu Jianping said solemnly, thinking back to more than 20 years ago.

He moved from Rao Township to the capital, thinking that his one-handed craftsmanship was invincible in the world, but how big the capital is, how many people have gathered in Tiannan and Haibei, his little tricks may be one of the best in Rao Township, but here, it is not enough to see.

ran into walls everywhere, which made him begin to doubt life, and at the most difficult time, he met Wu Guoliang.

In those days, being a beggar was divided into gangs. He ran out of money and only had a carry-on backpack containing a few clothes and half a stolen cookbook. The winter in the capital was cold, and he hid in the air-raid shelter and watched the snow all over the city, and was kicked suddenly.

The tattered half-grown child leaned into his waist and said fiercely, "There are already people here, you get out quickly!"

With his hands raised, he wanted to slap him.

Yu Jianping's heart was already dead at that time, and he didn't even have the heart to resist, so he closed his eyes and waited for his fist to come over.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement. When he opened his eyes, he saw a man with a white head, squatting on the ground playfully, looking at himself. And the little beggar just now is gone.

The man asked, "New here?"

Then he said to himself, "I haven't seen it, it must be a new here."

Yu Jianping thought that he had encountered a neuropathy, and this person squatted beside him and asked himself for a long time.

Finally, he turned his head to look at him again, and grinned, "I'm the boss here, you will follow me in the future."

This man is Wu Guoliang.

After a long time, Yu Jianping slowly understood his situation. He is also a chef, and he is also a skilled pastry chef, but because of an accident, his right hand was broken, and the doctor told him that it was okay to use a knife again, but he could only cook home-cooked food.

In addition, something happened to Wu Guoliang, and everyone shouted and beat him when he walked on the street, so he could only hide in the bridge hole where he did not see the light of day. If you change to an ordinary person, you may just accept your fate.

But Wu Guoliang is not, his right hand is not good, he still has his left hand. He asked the little beggar to pick up an iron pot and come back, first to train his arm strength, then to find a kitchen knife, and to pull out weeds to practice knife work.

Day after day, year after year, it really allowed him to train his left hand to be as flexible and skilled as his right hand.

"And then?" Yu Jian held her cheeks and listened with relish.

"I was almost killed!" Wu Guoliang pouted on the side, "There was a beggar who stole something, and someone found the bridge hole, and almost wiped us out. At that time, it was inconvenient for me to show up, so I had to escape with Jianping to another bomb shelter."

After another two years, Jianping finally picked himself up, went out to find a job, and then moved out of the bomb shelter.

On the day they left, the two had a fierce quarrel, Wu Guoliang pointed at his nose and scolded, "Don't come back if you leave!" With just your little bit of craftsmanship, can you turn the sky upside down?"

Yu Jianping is also an axis person, and he replied with a stiff neck: "Don't look down on people, although I am not as good as you, I will definitely be able to become a chef!"

Huff.

Later, the air-raid shelter was not allowed to stay, and Wu Guoliang came here to do the business of scrap acquisition. Yu Jianping looked for him for a long time before he asked someone to ask about his whereabouts, and he came secretly several times, put down his things and left, but he didn't see him.

"Don't think I don't know you sent me something." Wu Guoliang snorted, "Still hiding."

Glancing at Yu Jianping, he sighed twice.

Yu Jianping smiled bitterly: "I let go of my cruel words, and I can't break my word."

As they spoke, the two of them were about to argue again.

Yu Jian dragged the stool to the middle of the two, and put her hands against one of them: "Is it okay to get down to business?" Uncle Wu, can you still make noodles now?"

……

If it doesn't work, it doesn't matter if you say it, it's true if you see it.

Wu Guoliang smiled mysteriously, took out two packaged candied fruits from his pocket and threw them to Yu Jian.

In the transparent paper bag, there is a red jujube, and there are brown roots and buds on the top.

Yu Jian looked at him inexplicably: "Uncle Wu, I don't eat dates." She doesn't like the taste of dates very much, except for when cooking, she will use them as ingredients, and the rest of the time she will not eat them alone.

"Taste it."

Yu Jian pinched it through the packaging, it was very elastic, big and full, and it looked like an excellent variety. When I opened the bag and brought it to my mouth, I felt that something was wrong again, the aroma of the dates was not strong, but there was a taste of pastry. I took a bite, and this taste-

Her eyes widened in shock.

Looking at the dates in my hand again, there is rich date paste, mixed with pine nuts, and it is a handmade mille-feuille date cake!

The lines on the surface of the jujube are actually made of the top crisp skills in the white case, which are vivid, and if you don't eat it in your mouth, you really think it is a genuine jujube!

"This ...... This ......" Yu Jian was so shocked that she couldn't speak, and she was about to show Yu Jianping the date cake.

How did Yu Jianping not be surprised at all, and said something that hit Yu Jian: "This is still simple, have you ever seen the zodiac signs made of pastries? Your Uncle Wu can make tiger hair just like the real thing."

I'll go......

It's awesome!

Yu Jian observed the pastry in his hand again, the crispy dough was very fine, and the best skilled craftsmen in Datang could not achieve such skills.

This Wu Guoliang is really not as middle two as it seems on the surface.

He's a capable person!

"Uncle Wu, I don't know if you've heard the name Transitional Border Village One?" Yu Jian pondered for a moment and said.

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