Nightcrawler: 20 Years of Peaceful Demons

Chapter 160
The white old man walked away, and I was stunned for a long time before I came back to my senses—it turned out that he also misunderstood me, thinking that I came here because of Liu Na, a pretty young woman who recently lost her husband.

Judging from his performance just now, I can tell that this is a top player.

He is definitely on the same level as Huang Daxian.

Or, higher.

Maybe it's because my level is too low, and my weakness limits my imagination, so that I can't accurately feel the opponent's strength, but I also understand that he should recognize me as a night walker at a glance. Identity comes.

Because of this, he felt that a night walker who had nothing to do to lurk in such a dilapidated restaurant that was about to close down had bad intentions.

No matter how hard I think about it, I feel that I have something in my heart for this delicate and beautiful proprietress.

And at worst...

I stretched out my hand and looked at the cigarette butt mark on my right wrist—it looked like a plum blossom. The biggest mark in the middle was the mark of a cigarette butt, and there were six circles around it that were much smaller than the mark. I didn’t know what it was. How did you get it up.

When he did this just now, I was in a trance. Thinking about it now, I can't help but gasp.

Fortunately, he just got me a cigarette butt plum brand, and nothing else.

From this point of view, he may not be a very extreme person, and he is willing to believe in my goodwill here at this moment, so he will not come up and be cruel just now.

And the reason for this, I think, is not how harmless I look, or the kindness of the old man, but the hot, fragrant sauced pig's trotters, which made him not be cruel.

Thinking of this, I don't know what to say.

This place of Yanjing deserves to be under the feet of the Son of Heaven. It really is a hidden dragon and crouching tiger. Wherever you go, you can meet top figures like Huang Daxian.

Could it be that, in Yanjing, is it true that the demon king walks all over the streets, and the big demon is not as good as a dog?

Shivering.

I was alone at the gate of Hechengju, when two young men came from the east, saw the chef uniform I was wearing, and asked me, "Hey, buddy, is the restaurant open?"

I just came back to my senses and said open, please come inside.

A fat man with a fat head and big ears asked: "Do you still have the mutton fried rice today? Hey, my buddy said that he ate it yesterday and almost swallowed it with his tongue——Hey, I am Fan Hongbo I have eaten all the four or nine cities, and I have never encountered such an exaggerated thing, you say, is it really so magical?"

The man with glasses next to him said, "You think I'm lying to you? Let's make an agreement. If it's delicious, you treat it. If it's not delicious, I'll pay for it. We're not allowed to cheat?"

Fatty Fan Hongbo said: "Well, it's hard to say anything about other things. I have always been devout about eating and never cheated."

I looked at these two, couldn't help laughing, and said that among the two, good girls are not afraid of teasing, good food is not afraid of boasting, whether it is a mule or a horse, you can tell if you are fat or thin by pulling it out for a walk, right?
The fat man smiled and said that you are really interesting, and I didn't think it was in vain just to say this to you.

I said no.

I led the two into the house and saw that there was no one in the restaurant. I guess everyone was busy in the kitchen, so I asked the two to sit down, then walked into the kitchen and shouted to the inside: "Xing'er, there are guests here. Order."

Xing'er was still licking her bones, she was a little taken aback when she heard this, and said that it was only 10:30, why did someone come here?

I shrugged and said how do I know.

Xing'er went out, but before he could say hello, the fat man called Fan Hongbo: "Waiter, what are you cooking in the kitchen? Why is it so delicious?"

Xing'er said happily: "This is our new sauced pig's trotter. Would you like a piece?"

The fat man looked greedy, and said yes, yes, let's have one.

I walked into the kitchen and saw the proprietress busy in front of the cauldron of stewed mutton scorpions. She prepared the sauce package in advance, and now just put it in and boil it. The process is not complicated, so when I came in, she was basically done. , saw me and asked, "What did Uncle Bai tell you?"

I knew that the proprietress didn't know anything about night walkers and practitioners, and I didn't want to tell her, so I said perfunctorily, "I just checked my household registration. He worried that I was a bad person."

The proprietress smiled slightly, and said: "He has been a doorman for half his life, and he has developed a pair of piercing eyes. He can tell good people and bad people at a glance."

I said, did he say that I am a good person or a bad person?
The proprietress said that if he thinks you are a bad person, do you think you can still stay here?

I nodded and said yes.

The business is going well and the proprietress has less worries. She nodded at me and said to work hard, and I will give you a raise in due course.

I smiled bitterly and said that there were not many in total.

After the proprietress went out, only me, Lao Tu and Xiao Liu were busy in the kitchen.

Laotu and Xiaoliu were in charge of the previous dishes of Zhang Luoyang Scorpion Restaurant, while I was mainly in charge of the preparation of mutton fried rice. After a lot of busy work, after producing two plates of mutton fried rice, I was free to look at the plum blossom on my right wrist. .

Strange to say, this thing was actually branded on me a while ago, but I didn't feel any pain at all.

Not to mention, it condensed and formed directly, without any visible scars at all.

It's like a birthmark, what happened to my sudden effort just now?

I tried to think about it, but in the end I still couldn't figure it out.

However, the work of a small restaurant does not allow too much time to think about life. With the arrival of the meal, the kitchen suddenly becomes busy. After being hit two months ago, another strong competitor appeared diagonally opposite, but there are still some loyal customers.

In addition, the current manpower of Hechengju is really a little small.

After I finished my work here, I went to help Lao Tu again, such as chopping vegetables, side dishes, etc., I was much better than Xiao Liu, not only fast, but also neat knife skills, definitely first-class level.

It made Lao Tu couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Hou Zi, with your skill, you are really inferior. My Lao Tu feels like a chef in a five-star hotel..."

After a lot of work, orders kept coming in, including my mutton fried rice, pork trotters in sauce, and lamb scorpion pot. The back kitchen was as busy as a war.

At 11:30, Lao Zhang from the meat market sent over fifty raw pig's trotters.

So many trotters, just plucking and pre-processing, made me dizzy and dizzy, but just as I was about to do it here, Xing'er entered the kitchen and waved to me: "Brother Mo, brother Mo, come here. "

I said why, didn't you see that I was busy?
Xing'er said to me: "There are two guests outside. After eating your mutton fried rice and sauced pig's trotters, they insist on seeing you, but they refuse to leave and pay the bill."

I couldn't help laughing when I heard it, and said hey, who else dares to eat a king's meal in front of me?
I rolled up my sleeves and went out, and saw those two people, exactly the two I greeted to enter the door just now.

The fat man saw me coming out aggressively with my sleeves rolled up, looking like I was about to fight, and hurriedly shouted: "Hey, buddy, wait, wait, I'm not looking for faults..."

I said not to find fault?If you don't pay the bill, isn't this just finding fault?

The fat man quickly took out one or two old people's heads, and said to buy, buy, I brought money - I just told the little girl that I wanted to meet the chef... Ah, you are the chef who cooked for us just now ?

I saw the suspicious expression on his face, and said, what's wrong, don't you believe me?
The fat man nodded quickly, saying yes, I believe.

I said eggs are delicious, but there is no need to know who the hen is, right?I'm busy in the kitchen, so hurry up.

After I finished speaking, I was about to leave. The fat man quickly stopped me, then handed me a business card, and said hello, I am Fan Hongbo, a columnist for the Kyoto Metropolitan Daily. I usually like to write some food columns, and I still have a little love for food. I studied it, I just ate the mutton fried rice and sauced pig's trotters that you made, and I was really surprised.To be honest, I have eaten so many delicacies, and there are really not many that moved me to tears. Here, it is considered a...

I waved my hand and said that I am just a part-time worker, if you have any questions, you can ask our lady boss.

I pointed to the pretty proprietress at the cash register, then left him alone and went back to the kitchen.

Back in the kitchen, I continued to pluck the hair, because the sauced pig’s trotters were almost sold out in just a short while. If I don’t hurry up, the stock will be out of stock soon.

After a while, Xiao Liu, who was helping pass the food outside, came over and said to me: "Brother Mo, do you know that that one is a real reporter."

I said what's wrong?

Xiao Liu was surprised, what's wrong?Reporter, if someone reports on it for you, you will really become famous.When you become famous, do you still want to hang around here and work hard?
I laughed, what are you talking about, are you dissatisfied with the proprietress and Hechengju?

Old Tu next to him filled the small iron pot with boiled sheep and scorpions, and said, "That's right, Xiao Liu, look at you, this character is not as good as that of the newcomer..."

Xiao Liu gave us a lesson, and said somewhat angrily, "That's what I said."

I was busy in the back kitchen, but I still couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the diners for the sauced pig's trotters. After a while, this thing was sold out, which made the people who didn't buy it excited. Fortunately, we have mutton fried rice here. Sufficient materials were prepared, together with the persuasion of the proprietress and Xing'er, the anger was extinguished just now.

Other things are fine, the dish of sauced pig's trotters really takes time to cook, and it doesn't have that taste at all.

But even so, many people who didn't eat it were willing to wait for the smell, and some people wanted to pack it up and take it home to share with others, so that at three o'clock, the sauced pig's trotters came out again Son, most of it was looted again.

After seeing off people, I was so tired that my waist ached and my back ached, so I said to the happy proprietress, "This is not possible, you have to raise the price a bit, and then set a daily quota."

The proprietress discussed with me and said how much do you think a day is appropriate?
Let me say a hundred. Rare things are more expensive, and if they can be bought anytime and anywhere, it will not attract people's appetite. We have to keep flowing and take our time.

The proprietress heard it and laughed.

Her smile, just like that seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, makes people feel very happy inexplicably.

She said: "Okay, listen to you - I didn't expect you to have a lot of ghost ideas..."

I laughed, and just about to say something, the curtain of the restaurant was lifted, and two people in uniform walked in, and said to the proprietress: "Health Bureau, check the health certificate of the employees..."

(End of this chapter)