Li Jingliu pushed the door, and the warm yellow light immediately shone on him, hot water, soft bed, all warm and comfortable imagination spread out with such lights. When I entered, I saw neat and clean tables, chairs and benches, and a woman resting on the counter, three thousand green silks flowing down against her snow-white side face, at a glance, quite charming.

"Do you have a room?"

The woman opened her eyes in a daze and looked at Li Jingliu carefully, as if she was confirming something. After that, he showed a disappointed look, slowly took out a key from the counter, and said to Li Jingliu in a hoarse voice: "Press the number on the key to find a room." ”

Li Jingliu looked at the store, only feeling a little familiar, this person seemed to have seen it somewhere. But after all, it was late at night, and he didn't pursue it too much. I was about to go upstairs with the key, and suddenly I felt that my neck was strangled, and I immediately asked the store, "Does your store provide food at this time?"

The woman raised her eyes reluctantly, half helplessly and half buried: "The cook lives in the first room on the left hand side of the backyard, you go and ask, if he doesn't sleep, he will naturally get up for the guest to eat." With that, he pointed in a direction and lay down again.

Li Jingliu suddenly thought that it made sense for this store to be open all night, otherwise, I was afraid that I would not be able to support this full store, thinking about it, he put the woodcarved beauty on his shoulder next to the counter, and walked into the backyard.

The woman listened to the sound, opened her eyes and saw the woodcut beauty, she lowered her eyes, and sighed softly as if she regretted, this sigh was too light, Li Jingliu didn't hear it, and the beast didn't hear it, many times the end of a thing is because of a sigh, this sigh doesn't know why, Xiaosheng thinks about it, after all, he feels it.

Li Jingliu walked to the backyard and saw that the cook's room was slightly lit up, and said that his luck was not too bad. Immediately knocked on the window to hear the news.

Then, the window opened, revealing a big chubby face with ordinary facial features and a slight grease stain on his head.

The chef's surname is Huang Wanfu, he grew up with Yancheng when he was a child, and there are two happiest things in his life, the first is to be able to hold a frying spoon every day, and make a table of good dishes after a while, and second, to be able to work in such a beautiful proprietress house, and look at the proprietress every day, no matter how tired this day is, I feel comfortable.

Do you ask Li Jingliu why he knows so clearly? The reason is that this cook talks too much, from getting up with his clothes to carrying the freshly killed dehaired yellow chicken into the pot, he has not stopped with one mouth, and in just half an hour, Li Jingliu already knows who the eight generations of Huang Wanfu's ancestors are, where their ancestral homes are, and where the bones are buried.

The reason why I have the patience to listen here all the time is that this cook is so funny and humorous that people like to listen to him from the bottom of their hearts. No, Li Jingliu was holding a vinegar bottle and listening to him talk about his crush on that girl when he was seventeen, and from time to time he took a sip of the overnight herbal tea provided by Huang Wanfu for free.

The little beast on the side was lying in front of the stove, gnawing on the neck of the chicken that had just been torn off while staring at the pot viciously, thinking that as long as the pot was opened, even the gods and men would not want to grab food from him.

"Dude, I was also a handsome guy when I was seventeen!" Huang Wanfu added seasonings to the pot and looked at his fat belly with regret.

"At that time, I was young, and I liked the girl from Zhang Dahu in our city, the girl looked really bright, clear, and there seemed to be a bag of water hidden in her eyes, and she felt that her soul was not her own. ”

When the little beast heard this, he glanced at Li Jingliu with great contempt, of course, Li Jingliu ignored his kung fu and became more and more powerful, and he didn't even look at Huang Wanfu with a single look, very intently.

The chef rarely had such a attentive audience, and his spirit was lifted, and he continued: "Not to mention the skin, that white and delicate, tender and juicy, take a bite, hey~~ fat but not greasy, smooth * smooth like eating tofu brain." ”

Before Li Jingliu could speak, the little beast spoke: "So you were caught by Zhang Dahu and broke a leg." ”

"Hey, yes, you said I didn't want to eat Miss Zhang, my buddy liked her so much at the time, I just wanted to take a bite of her beauty and taste it, these human beings, it's too picky!"

Li Jingliu listened to the conversation between this man and a beast, and only felt that since he met Wen Banxian, everything had gone in the wrong direction, fortunately, this kind of thing happened more and more frequently, and he was almost used to it, except for being a little unable to interject, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

However, the cook felt that he had neglected his loyal audience, and his big oily hand wiped it on the gray and black apron, and slapped Li Jingliu on the head: "Little brother, look at your fried hair, you must not be popular with little girls, man, you have to be like a buddy, rough!" Huang Wanfu touched his shiny bald head and taught Li Jingliu his experience.

Li Jingliu really didn't know how to continue, so he had to change the topic: "Brother Huang, what is the story of your boss's wife?"

The cook showed an ambiguous smile, opened the pot and filled a bowl of three yellow chickens for Xiao Beast and Li Jingliu, and the aroma of potatoes and chicken wafted in the air with a little spicy.

I have to say, although the chef doesn't know what kind of race it is, the cooking skills are really good, the tender yellow potatoes are burnt, the chicken is a little transparent brown, the dripping grease overflows, it looks shiny, and the seasoned green and red peppers are dotted among them, although it is a coarse porcelain bowl from the earthen kiln, but it does not affect the appetite of the three yellow chickens.

The little beast jumped on the stove, snatched the bowl from the cook's right hand, poured it back into the pot, and stood in front of the pot, staring at Li Jingliu with extremely unfriendly eyes.

Li Jingliu took the bowl in the cook's hand, found some cold rice, and ate it.

The cook looked at these two goods and only felt very funny, so he told the story of the proprietress with a smile: "My proprietress, although she is a beauty, but brother, don't make up your mind, people have husbands." ”

Li Jingliu swallowed a mouthful of cold rice with difficulty, and said vaguely: "Brother Huang, I'm a human being, don't you dare to beat your boss's wife, what if she also thinks I look delicious......

The cook laughed: "Don't say it, although you Brother Huang and I are not human, my proprietress is a real human being, you look at her for only three or eight years, in fact, she is more than forty years old! ”

"Yo, still a prostitute?"

"What a famous prostitute! Dancer, dancer! People are pure, only dancing and not selling. ”

"Then how did you end up running an inn with a small town?"

The chef was obviously a little dissatisfied with the evaluation of the small town, but he did not show it directly. "It's a long story. The cook poured himself a cup of tea from the bowl of the sea.

The little beast said vaguely with chicken bones in his mouth: "If you want to talk quickly, hurry up and finish talking and we'll go to sleep!"