Just after the last phone call to Hankow, there was a sudden commotion outside the door of the official room.

Without waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to speak, Zhao Xilong, who had just been promoted to the official room, dragged his obese body and trotted out to check the situation.

This person was a little special, and many people either kept silent that day, or stood behind Lin Guijun and complied with him. When Yu was embarrassed, it was he who gave him a look, and Yu turned his head to "abandon the darkness and turn to the light".

Naturally, Yu Jiao's choice of head was insignificant to Zhao Chuanxin, but Zhao Xilong's calmness and vision fell into Zhao Chuanxin's eyes, and he was exceptionally promoted to the official room to be dispatched.

Zhao Xilong's low and penetrating scolding voice came from outside.

Zhao Chuanxin did not wear a green shirt today, and the upper body was a French dark brown twill canvas overall, without wrinkles and various cumbersome designs, focusing on simplicity, with three pockets on the chest and hem, which contained his cigars, cigarettes and matches.

A pair of cargo pants on his legs and a pair of cargo boots are very mineral.

He leaned back in his chair with a cigarette in his fingers, thinking about where the battle was about to begin, not paying much attention to the movement outside.

When Zhao Xilong came back, he told him: "Mr. Zhao, Lin Guijun's family is making a fuss outside, bringing a newspaper writer, threatening to expose Mr. Zhao's careless disregard for human life in the public eye. ”

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes moved, and he got up and went out.

Yesterday it was a sunny day, today it is full of dark clouds, and at this time it is even more slanting wind and drizzle.

A group of people bathed in wind and rain, it seems that this is even more tragic.

Among the people who came, there was an old lady with pale and sparse hair, because her forehead was trimmed to reveal the door of her brain.

Behind her is a middle-aged woman supporting her, who should be Lin Guijun's wife.

In addition, there was a little girl who timidly showed half of her head behind the woman's back.

These three are dressed in linen and filial piety, like the edge of an arrow, at the forefront.

There were many men and women outside, and I don't know if they were neighbors or what.

One of them was a thin man with a cigarette on his finger and a hemp rod around his neck, and a middle-aged man with nearsighted glasses, leaning on them.

Zhao Xilong stretched out the umbrella, and he needed to hold it high in order to cover Zhao Chuanxin from the rain.

Zhao Chuanxin walked into the rain curtain, glanced at it with a confused look, took a puff of cigarette and asked, "What's the noise?" ”

The old lady at the front pulled her throat and began to howl: "My son, you died a miserable ......"

Zhao Chuanxin frowned, and saw a fat pig tied up in the yard.

He came to the pig and leaned over to pat the pig's head: "Don't worry, big fat, today, I will definitely arrange it for you from head to toe." ”

The fat pig stepped back with some uneasiness.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and suddenly took out a Miao knife.

The blade broke through the rain curtain and slashed the wind.

Swish......

The knife falls, and the pig's head falls.

Pig blood splattered and fell into the hospital, mixing with the rain.

It takes a lot of effort to do that.

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigarette in his mouth, held a Miao knife, and said to Zhao Xilong, who rushed over to hold an umbrella: "Go and tell the kitchen to deal with this fat pig." The fat intestines should be cleaned, don't be stingy with salt, scrub carefully, but if Lao Tzu finds that it is a little dirty, kill the cook's family. ”

“……”

A group of people in the courtyard retreated in unison.

It's not like I've never seen a pig killed.

But Zhao Chuanxin killed pigs so neatly, his face did not change, and he threatened to kill the cook's family if he couldn't clean it.

The murderous appearance made everyone shudder.

The old woman did not dare to cry anymore, and the little girl was so frightened that she hid behind her mother's back.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin seemed to suddenly remember the people in front of him, turned his head and wondered: "By the way, what are you doing?" ”

The old woman was silent.

Those neighbors and friends who came to support the field did not dare to take a stubble.

A preemptive blow directly stopped the chaotic scene.

The thin man like a hemp pole stepped forward tremblingly, lifted his melon skin hat and said, "I am the local Zheng-White Flag ...... Luanzhou."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Chuanxin brushing his thick hair back: "What flag?" ”

"Positive-White Flag!"

Zhao Chuanxin carried the Miao knife and came to the thin hemp pole: "Let me give you a suggestion, have you seen this knife?" You take the initiative to wipe your neck, believe me, you will avoid a few detours. ”

"Why, why?" Thin Ma Pole looked at the bloody blade and asked nervously.

"You smoke a lot, and you won't live for a few years, so why don't you just hit the road early?" Zhao Chuanxin stared at the other party sympathetically.

The thin hemp pole had already hollowed out his body, and at this time, he didn't even have the courage to look at Zhao Chuanxin, so he was so frightened that he hung his head and didn't dare to help him.

Zhao Chuanxin spat a mouthful of spit, spit on the worn upper of the toe of the thin hemp pole, pulled him a heel, came to the so-called newspaper chief writer with glasses, and stared at him.

The chief writer of the newspaper was stared at.

But Zhao Chuanxin still didn't speak.

The chief writer of the newspaper sneered dryly: "Zhao, Mr. Zhao, is it possible that there are grains of rice on the lower face, why are you staring at the bottom?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "You make a cane, right?" I know that there are grains of rice on my face and still ask? ”

The newspaper chief writer was stunned and pulled on his face, and there was really a grain of rice stuck to it.

“……”

Zhao Chuanxin handed the Miao knife to Zhao Xilong, and Zhao Xilong took it, full of weight, so that he could hang it out.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the little girl who was hiding behind her mother and asked her, "Girl, what's your name?" ”

The little girl looked up timidly, just found that this person was very cruel, and at this moment she inexplicably revealed a kind temperament, which was very strange.

Lao Zhao has an innate magical ability, and children feel kind to him.

"My name is Lin Lingyu." The little girl's eyes are quite big, revealing the water spirit of the southerners.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "The day is dark, and the east wind is fluttering with divine rain. You see how appropriate your name is. ”

Isn't it raining at this time, lukewarm, not impatient, as if the gods did it on purpose?

The little girl and her mother were a little nervous, and wanted to hide her daughter behind her, far away from this fierce god, and she didn't dare to move, so she stood frozen on the spot for a while.

originally wanted to splash and roll, but after Zhao Chuanxin cut off the pig's head, he was forced to hold back.

The little girl was still very ignorant, and she didn't know why she came here today, her fear of Zhao Chuanxin was slightly reduced, she showed a smile, and said with crooked eyebrows: "My father believes in Jesus, and he also gave me a milk name Angel." ”

The name Angel is not strange in this era, and it is not uncommon in the 21st century, because some people still call it Ann Zhula despicable.

The girl seemed to be touched by the heart, and began to wipe her tears, but did not dare to cry out loud.

Zhao Chuanxin took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile: "Do you know what a real angel looks like? ”

"I don't know." Lin Lingyu shook his head, and his horn pigtails swayed in the rain.

"The real appearance of the angel is that he is covered with eyeballs and a pair of feathered wings hanging from his back, you can imagine."

Lin Lingyu's eyes widened: "Wow, it's terrifying, then I won't call an angel again." ”

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette ash: "Okay, big eyes." ”

Lin Lingyu: "......"

She burst out laughing.

With an innocent laugh, the frozen atmosphere also eased.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly had an extra bag in his hand, and he turned it upside down, and there was a noise inside.

The bag was handed to the little girl, who took it with great difficulty.

As soon as she wanted to open it, Zhao Chuanxin took out a candy ball and stuffed it into her mouth.

You can't open it at this time, it's easy to be remembered.

Zhao Xilong over there looked at it really.

Lin Lingyu's eyes lit up.

Zhao Chuanxin took out two more oil-paper bags, which were filled with local specialty chess pieces and baked cakes, tied them with a rope, and put them on Lin Lingyu's slender shoulders: "This baked cake is sweet and tight, Cixi's old immortal has eaten it, enough for you to eat for several days." ”

Lin Lingyu was originally too heavy, but when he heard it, he smiled, and suddenly had endless energy.

But whether it was the big smoker with the white flag, or the chief writer of the newspaper, or the person who had heard of Zhao Chuanxin's name, once he was reminded intentionally or unintentionally, he remembered that the person in front of him had bombarded the Forbidden City.

Even the ruthless people who don't care about Cixi care about whether they come to make trouble or not?

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt into the rain curtain and turned his head to face those neighbors and friends: "What's the matter, you also want to eat chess pieces and baked cakes?" The spicy one next door, there are no baked cakes, but the peanuts have just been brought out of the arsenal, and they still smell of rust-proof oil, do you want to try them? ”

As soon as the words fell, the crowd was in an uproar and rushed out.

In an instant, it was clean.

Seeing this, Lin Lingyu's mother and her grandmother didn't dare to spill anymore, and they understood that the bag contained money.

So he picked up Lin Lingyu and the money bag, and trotted staggering in the rain.

It's hard to believe that the little feet are so neat.

And Lin Lingyu was on her mother's back, grimacing at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled faintly.

At this time, Zhou Xuexi, who heard the rumors, hurriedly ran out: "Lin Guijun's family is making trouble? What about people? ”

Zhao Xilong smiled bitterly: "General Manager Zhou's office, the people have run out......"

He spoke eloquently, and his voice was magnetic, telling the story through again.

Zhou Xuexi slapped his thigh: "Uncle still has a way, slap a sweet date, Enwei and Shi Fang are kings!" ”

"Wang Bu Wang Dao doesn't know, but as a qualified outsider, my uncle has to teach you, if you don't hurry up to find someone to pick up this fat pig, you will cover your chest." Zhao Chuanxin looked at the fat pig with his head and body separated and said.

“……”

So a group of people braved the rain to get busy.

Zhao Chuanxin instructed: "Remember to wash the fat intestines." ”

Zhao Xilong hesitated for a moment and asked, "Mr. Zhao, if you can't wash it clean, do you want to kill the cook's family?" ”

"Zhuo, you are really inhumane, you are embarrassed to say such cold-blooded words."

"......" Zhao Xilong wondered if he had heard it wrong.

Zhao Chuanxin said again: "Remember to leave some tenderloin and some plum meat." ”

The chef at the Mining Bureau also has two brushes.

Like the local chefs in Luanzhou, what Cantonese cuisine masters, what served Cixi's family portrait banquet, what Li Hongzhang tasted, he had to shoot Tianjin Wei dumplings, and the chef of the Mining Bureau touched the porcelain was Yuan Datou, saying that he had conquered Yuan Datou's taste buds with an elbow in Tianjin Wei back then.

When Zhao Chuanxin came to the back kitchen and said that he wanted to make two dishes by himself, the chef said that he was very aggrieved: "Mr. Zhao, you can't believe it, how can you do it?" ”

"Less." Zhao Chuanxin took off his overalls, and the muscles of his arms stretched up the short T: "When Zhu Chongba was a monk, he ate the pot-wrapped meat and flavorful meat I made, and the back molars were sticky with two of them, and there was no mouth to praise - it is the taste outside our customs, authentic!" ”

The cook was shocked.

I blanched, I never expected that the king of porcelain in the kitchen world had to look at Mr. Zhao. Even Zhu Yuanzhang has become an outsider to you, right?

Let the cook give him a hand, and Zhao Chuanxin began to operate.

Whether there is cooking skills or not, the connoisseur will make a move.

A good cook prepares the ingredients first.

Zhao Chuanxin first made the sauce, cut the meat, should marinate and marinate, cut the ginger into shredded onions, and cut the pepper into small pieces......

In terms of knife work, the cook couldn't find fault at all, so he couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Yes, capable people can do anything, Mr. Zhao, you are angry." ”

Although he can't understand it at the moment, he still stares at it, blatantly stealing from his teacher to learn art.

He also asked, "What kind of powder is this?" ”

"Five-spice powder."

"What's in the five-spice powder?"

"Sichuan pepper, cinnamon, star anise, cloves, cumin seeds, dried ginger, cardamom, licorice, pepper, tangerine peel, ......"

The cook's brain capacity was insufficient, and he said in confusion: "Isn't it five spices?" This has to have thirteen incense, right? ”

Zhao Chuanxin: "Oh, then you can call it Thirteen Incense, remember that it is Zhao Chuanxin's Thirteen Incense." ”

The heart said that the old king, you go first and then a little.

Coated in flour, fried in wide oil, fried repeatedly.

The cook asked again, "Fried repeatedly, is this to be crispy and not sticky?" ”

is also fried, Zhao Chuanxin used two kinds of meat, one fat and thin plum meat, and the other is whole thin tenderloin.

The plum meat is made into flavor meat, and the tenderloin is made into pot meat.

After coming out of the pot, Zhao Chuanxin clamped a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Well, that's good."

The cook couldn't wait to try it too, and his eyes lit up: "It's a little interesting, Mr. Zhao eats all directions with a big mouth, these two dishes are only seen in Xia Ping's life, shouldn't it be created by Mr. Zhao?" ”

In fact, he may not really be able to see it, the key is to hold this one.

"Hehe, except for not suffering and not suffering, I will eat everything else." Zhao Chuanxin put them on the plate separately and walked out with them.

Some ethnic groups only eat cattle and sheep, and then those who eat pork will say that they are fishy; The people who eat pork, and then the people who eat cattle and sheep will say that they stink.

Zhao Chuanxin eats a lot, and he doesn't know whether his body is bad or smelly.

The cook shouted from behind: "Mr. Zhao, what are these two dishes called?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to keep it for himself, so he called Zhao Chuanxin pot meat and Zhao Chuanxin to taste meat, but later felt indecent, as if he was scolding himself.

"Pot-wrapped meat, flavorful meat."

In the end, I gave up.

Brought to the restaurant, Zhou Xuexi was chatting with Zhao Xilong and others, and there was only a plate of peanuts in front of him for the time being.

Zhou Xuexi really bought peanuts with the money given by Zhao Chuan's salary.

The pot-wrapped meat and the flavor meat were served, and Zhao Chuanxin sat down: "Come on, come on, come and eat while it's hot, one piece per person." ”

Everyone else is restrained, but Zhou Xuexi and Zhao Xilong, two smart people, are unceremoniously.

The etiquette of the Chinese pays attention to a lot of doorways, what to eat, eat, sit and sit, and the guest and the host have rules.

But Zhou Xuexi and Zhao Xilong have already understood Zhao Chuanxin, as long as they don't touch the scales, politeness or something is exempt, and they must be different when dealing with strange people.

Sure enough, they tasted it unceremoniously, and Zhao Chuanxin was happy.

"Sweet and sour!"

"Crispy, salty, sweet, and rich in layers."

When others saw it, they tried it.

Two plates of meat, the bottom of it in a blink of an eye.

The manager of the last examination workshop wanted to clip the last two pieces of the plate, but Zhao Chuanxin took the chopsticks and took them away: "It's nothing, you can't catch up with the hot food." ”

The man's chopsticks were lonely, and he took them back, and when he saw the sweetness of others, he regretted it in his heart.

Zhao Chuanxin used two dishes to get closer to everyone.

laughed and scolded, and couldn't see the shelf of the superior at all.

Zhao Chuanxin found that there were some management in Guangdong, who were out of step with everyone.

This is the sequelae of Zhao Chuanxin's scuttling of Lin Guijun, and they are somewhat isolated.

Others also thought that Zhao Chuanxin had opinions about this group.

Zhao Chuanxin actually just didn't want to see the big fart of the Mining Bureau, so he didn't divide out of the factions and fought with each other for internal friction. In addition, Lin Guijun looked at the dishes and thought that he was better than foreigners to bully, but he really lit a lantern in the toilet - looking for death.

It's not about them.

On the contrary, coastal cities are the first to understand the world, and they are really efficient in this era.

Zhao Chuanxin saw a piano in the corner, so he beckoned to the managers in Guangdong: "You guys go and move the piano here." ”

A few people were eager to show it and hurriedly complied.

The pot meat and flavor meat were made by Zhao Chuanxin first when he opened a small stove, and the rest of the dishes had to wait, so Zhao Chuanxin sat in front of the piano and decided to go all out to eliminate the jealousy in the hearts of these people.

He deliberately asked, "Who in this room can understand Cantonese?" ”

After looking at each other, he hesitantly raised a third of his hand.

The rest, perhaps because they were worried that Zhao Chuanxin would have to settle accounts after the autumn, did not dare to follow suit.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled, took out the pencil, began to audition, and wrote 4567123^4567123...... on the keys

Some people who know Western music and rhythm read it, and they only felt a burst of numbness in their scalps.

Good guy, it's the first time I've seen a gun sharpened like this.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled awkwardly: "I'm not familiar with it yet, I can laugh when I see it." ”

The crowd laughed.

And Zhou Xuexi and Zhao Xilong wondered, what kind of trouble is Zhao Chuanxin going to make?

Zhao Chuanxin played jerkily and said at the same time: "In those, how many vicissitudes have been experienced on the verdant road. And in those, on the faces of the old people, the wind and frost were also recorded...... Looking back, last night in front of the door in a foreign land, sighing and sighing year after year, but the sunset and sunrise have never changed, at this moment, when looking at my father's smile, I was unconsciously speechless, so that the sunset twilight was full of tears......"

A Cantonese version of "Earth" was slowly sung by Zhao Chuanxin with his neck raised.

The lyrics are simple, but there is a simple and sincere emotion in the simplicity.

Except for the loopholes in the piano playing, everything was perfect.

The management of Guangdong unconsciously shed tears when they heard this.

Just like the lyrics, they left their hometowns, the sunrise and sunset passed year after year, after several ups and downs, and now they are frightened, only sighing and sighing.

Zhao Chuanxin sang with emotion, and his fingers could accurately touch the piano keys at first, and then he completely pressed a few fingers.

But it doesn't prevent him from making waves in people's emotions.

At the end of the song, applause erupted, and some people whistled.

"Mr. Zhao is doing well."

"Mr. Zhao sang to my heart."

"Homesick!"

Zhao Chuanxin arched his hand around: "All the villagers and friends in Guangdong have left their hometowns and made indelible contributions to the Kaiping Coal Mine. ”

Zhao Xilong was clever, guessed a few intentions, and hurriedly praised: "Mr. Zhao, why is this?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin really wants to give this clever ghost a thumbs up.

He said, "Why? Because the Kaiping mine was not mine in the past, and the money earned was not mine, of course I did not admit it. ”

The crowd laughed.

Zhao Chuanxin solemnized his face: "But in the future, this mine will be surnamed Zhao, and everyone will work together to encourage each other, and everyone will earn money together." ”

The crowd applauded!

I'm blanching, Zhou Xuexi is stupid.

Two dishes, one song, and a few words have eliminated the estrangement between the management and shortened the distance between the superior and the cooker.

In the future, whoever says that his uncle is a brainless and reckless man, Zhou Xuexi will be the first to quit.

A few words of laughter and laughter, and an entourage whispered a few words to Zhou Xuexi, and he came to Zhao Chuanxin with his eyebrows and muttered in his ear.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "What the hell is the British doing?" ”

(End of chapter)