After school, Deadwood arrives at the place where he meets Xinle.

After waiting for a while, Xinle came to the deadwood.

Xinle also smiled when he saw Deadwood, even if he accepted the suggestion that he was not tracked down, Deadwood would unconsciously continue to do it.

"Tell me something."

Xinle looked forward to the answer of the deadwood, the answer of this person who was not the same.

Deadwood tells Xinle that her body is not here.

Xinle nodded understandingly, and then was a little concerned about how Deadwood obtained the information, Xinle knew that Deadwood did not have a powerful ability except for being able to see souls, and she was afraid that Deadwood would obtain information at any cost.

Deadwood saw Xinle's doubts and told her to rest assured that he would never do anything that would ruin his conscience.

As for whether the dead wood will continue to be investigated, he did not explain to Xinle.

Leaving Xinle's deadwood and going to the classroom again, now Xinle's matter can come to an end, I already know the location of Xinle's body, and I also know a terrifying organization, an organization that doesn't care about human life for the sake of the source stone, and then it depends on how much more news the investigation hall can get from the two of Faceless Changjue.

But the question of why he took away Teacher Xinle's body, Deadwood has no way of knowing.

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Deadwood returned to the classroom and came to see Fang Hua and Jiujiu, who were still waiting here.

No longer staying, the three of them left the school and headed towards the destination of the deadwood, Jiujiu Fanghua was immersed in the mystery of the deadwood destination.

It's not too far, but it's a remote place, and there are basically no people around in the evening.

Now Fang Hua and Jiujiu even had the idea that Deadwood wanted to take them to the black shop.

The three of them walked on the road, the dusk sunset sprinkled half of the street, and the two sides of the road were restrained by the walls of the houses, and the gentle warm breeze greeted them, giving people a warm feeling.

Coming to the end, the trio stopped at a corner and arrived at their destination, in front of a strange restaurant.

No one would have thought that there would be a restaurant in such a remote place.

Fang Huajiu's face was visibly disappointed, it was different from what he expected, but because it was a place of dead wood, there must be something magical, after all, if you eat, you can easily find a family, there is no need to run here.

On the surface, it looks like an ordinary restaurant, but in fact, it is overcrowded inside, Fang Huajiujiu thinks.

Deadwood opened the door, and the three of them walked in together, and then the scene Fang Huajiu saw for a long time was the opposite of what he imagined, the restaurant in this remote location not only looked ordinary on the surface, but also extremely simple inside, only simple tables, chairs and tableware, not as overcrowded as Fang Huajiu had thought for a long time.

Fang Hua still couldn't believe that when he was about to ask about the wonders of the restaurant Deadwood in person, a voice with a driving tone suddenly came from an invisible place, and at the same time, accompanied by the sound of a spatula colliding with flames, he could know that it was not ordinary busy.

"I'm sorry that the store is only open on double days, and we have to make a reservation, so if there is nothing to do, please leave quickly."

In such a remote and uninhabited place, it is still open for two weeks, and the store manager's heart is really big, and he must not have a heart for money.

Fang Huajiu didn't like the attitude of this voice for a long time, that is, he was driving them to leave here quickly, it was clear that in such a deserted store, there were customers who should desperately keep them, and those who would be driven away without looking.

Deadwood stood up at this time and said to Fang Huajiujiu, "Wait a minute, don't be angry, how could I bring you to such a bad place." ”

Deadwood asked Fang Huajiu to wait for a while, came to the counter by himself, and patted the beckoning cat in front of the counter.

The beckoning cat began to bark after the dead wood was finished, "Guests, guests." ”

Deadwood stood by the counter and shouted inside, "I'm so busy, I don't know if I can make tomorrow's reservation, and if I need someone to help." ”

Deadwood finished shouting, confidently leaning his back against the counter and waiting for a response.

With the pause of the sound of dead wood, the original sound of spatula co-frying also disappeared together, da! With a crisp sound, the sound of flames churning disappeared.

Fang Huajiu now knew that the relationship between Deadwood and this person was definitely not ordinary.

The footsteps kept approaching, and Fang Huajiu's heart was also nervous, wanting to see who this was.

A tall figure appeared in front of the three of them.

The standard Chinese character face, resolute and upright facial features, ruthlessness in the eyes, coupled with the rendering of half-white hair, gives people a feeling of being like a door god, and it is extremely majestic.

After seeing the dead wood, the original serious eyes of the visitor suddenly became kind, and he said, "My good apprentice is back, come and help, I can't help for the teacher." ”

"Master." Fang Huajiu was stunned for a long time, the dead wood actually had a talent in cooking, the two of them didn't expect it.

Deadwood Hippie pointed at Fang Hua and Jiujiu with a smile, "My friend is a little hungry, master, you can serve a dish." ”

The master of the dead wood hissed, and it was necessary to consider that there was a ready-made dish now, but it was a customer's order.

Deadwood looked at the uncertain master, and said the stakes, "It's good to have the last one, and then I'll help, which is more cost-effective to lose a dish or add a helper that I recognize, I don't need to talk to the master in detail, if it's a little later, I won't be able to complete the customer's order, but I will be complained." ”

Deadwood's words immediately persuaded his master, and he immediately hit it off and took out the dish he had just made.

Deadwood scratched his head in embarrassment, forgetting to introduce Fang Huajiu for a long time.

Deadwood turned his hand over and swiped in the direction of his master, "Introduction, this is my culinary master, Tono Canglan, the chef is twenty-four years old, but he still has been learning, and he has won the championship in the chef competition many times, and he is still ......"

Canglan pressed the dead wood's shoulder, his face was hard to hide the joy, and asked the dead wood not to talk about those old things.

Deadwood also nodded in the plan, he knew that his master was not boastful at all.

Dead wood should be cleaned up, and when it comes to food, it must be absolutely clean.

Deadwood asked Fang Huajiu to wait for him for a long time, and after changing into a clean and tidy chef suit, he walked into the kitchen with Canglan.

Fang Huajiu sat at the table for a long time, carefully studying the dishes on the vicissitudes.

A very familiar dish, Kung Pao Chicken.

It looks different from the usual kung pao chicken, and it is full of flavor.

The dish is made of sweet and sour mixture, supplemented by the color of soy sauce, and then decorated with green onions in the dish, so that the oil is not juiced, making the dish look bright and attractive.

The chicken can usually taste three flavors in the mouth, first it feels slightly spicy, then it is the sweetness that rushes straight to the taste buds, and finally when your teeth and tongue start work together, it will produce a sour feeling, the whole dish is dyed with these three flavors whether it is the main ingredient or the auxiliary ingredients, as long as you taste it, you will be unable to stop, and you can't help but sweep it away.

Jiujiu couldn't believe that this was even better than the kung pao chicken he had eaten in the family at the beginning, or even better, such a delicious dish, even in remote places, there would definitely be people patronizing.

When he came back to his senses, the dishes in front of him had been swept away by the two of them, and there was nothing superfluous, even the plate wanted to eat.

Now the two of them have only one thought, that is, they still want to eat.

Fang Hua didn't speak because it was too delicious but shocked to be able to evaluate, worthy of being the master of the dead wood.

The two of them are also conquered by the taste of Canglan now, and there will be no problem with this strength wherever it goes.

But there was only one, and Fang Huajiu looked at the empty plate with a dissatisfied expression, still unsatisfied.

"There are so many dishes, which one is going to have a banquet?"

The sound of kitchen utensils colliding with busyness is mixed with the complaint of dead wood.

"You kid, people are holding banquets, and I've done it since the morning, and the kid has been a lot easier."

"Next time there are so many dishes, remember to inform me, if I don't come, you won't be able to finish it tomorrow."

The two of them are talking to each other in the kitchen, giving people a feeling of incomparable intimacy.

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Fang Hua and Jiujiu waited outside the house for a long time, listening to the performance of the kitchen utensils in the kitchen, and the movements of the dead wood basically did not stop.

After a while, Deadwood walked out with a dish, and the other party Hua Jiu waited too long to apologize.

Deadwood told Fang Hua that the reason why he was so busy was because his master was skilled, even if the store was opened in this kind of place, there would still be many people coming, but his master had a constant insistence, that is, for the decoration of the dishes, he said that the taste of the dishes was very important, and it was also important for people to have the desire to eat at a glance, so he would only open biweekly, and he had to make reservations, it took him a lot of time to make a dish, and he didn't do it if he hired someone, saying that he couldn't be trusted, and the deadwood was also rooted in the vicissitudes of life for almost ten years, to trust the dead wood.

Deadwood agrees with what the master insisted on, and was also greatly affected by the vicissitudes.

The dish was placed on the table.

"Let you wait so long, only now come out, this dish is made by me, taste it quickly, it doesn't suit your appetite."

A strong person really has something different, and Canglan's persistence is his love for cooking and his hard work on dishes.

Fang Huajiu nodded in understanding, knowing that it was not easy for the deadwood master.

Eyes locked on the dish on the dead wood, a somewhat light looking dish, a clear soup like boiled water, and in the middle of the soup were a few young cabbage hearts carved into yellow flowers.

Boiling cabbage, Deadwood told the two that this was his best dish.

This dish looks like a clear soup with no oil stars, but it has a tangy aroma and is very tempting.

This soup is made with chicken, duck, ham, pork ribs, scallops and other ingredients and many other accessories, and the impurities are removed until the soup is as clear as boiling water.

Taste the thorough and clear soup, the aroma is rich and mellow, without the slightest greasy, refreshing and unforgettable.

Deadwood was also very relieved to see the satisfied expressions of the two, and the happiest thing for the chef was that his dish was recognized by others, and Deadwood looked at the dish dotingly, as if he were his own child.

When he was about to eat the tender heart of cabbage, Fang Huajiu couldn't put his mouth down for a long time.

The dead wood carves the tender heart into the shape of a flower, and eating it is like destroying a work of art, and people can't bear to bite into it.

"Eat, this is what I made with the rest of the ingredients, so I don't have to think that it is not enough after eating."

Although they didn't understand it properly, the two of them still ate it under the persuasion of the dead wood.

Take a bite of the tender heart, soft and fragrant, that is not the lips and soft touch, but will not be crushed by the lips, into the mouth is like a bomb containing any food exploded in the mouth.

It is clearly a vegetable, but it has a strong meat aroma, of course, because the tender heart of the cabbage has been integrated with the clear soup, and a mouthful of fragrant and soft is better than all kinds of delicacies.

Fortunately, the soup was prepared in advance, otherwise it would have taken some time for the dead wood to come up with this dish.