"Third brother, look at the leather shoes on his feet, they must be Buyuan brand." After listening to the red-haired man, Chen Qingyun held back the beer in his mouth.
Buyuan is the oldest brand of cloth shoes in Yanjing. It became a leather shoe brand in the mouth of Red Hair.
"Pah!" the feminine man casually slapped the red-haired man on the face, and said angrily: "Don't talk too much if you don't understand. They are sneakers, but they turn into leather shoes in your mouth."
Another boy with a crew cut said loudly: "Third brother, the leather shoes he is wearing are not Buyuan, but Pierre Cardin."
The feminine man slapped her again: "Tell me, you think I don't know it's Pierre Cardin." Then he turned to Chen Qingyun and said, "Young handsome boy, come with me. I guarantee that you will be popular and drink spicy food."
There’s so much money to spend.”
Chen Qingyun smiled evilly: "Do you have a sister?"
The feminine man was furious and shouted at the colorful haired people around him: "Those who don't know good and evil, give him some color to see."
Several young people rushed forward and punched and kicked Chen Qingyun. This is what Chen Qingyun wanted. This time, it was not like being in the detention center, but he restrained his whole body. The young people's fists and kicks hit him,
It will not cause swelling of hands and feet, nor will it cause injury or pain due to shock reaction.
Hearing the scolding outside, a young man with bulging muscles rushed out of the kitchen. When he came out, he shouted to the feminine man: "Master Qiao, don't you understand the rules?"
Mr. Qiao waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let this guy go and let's go."
Chen Qingyun patted his clothes, tilted his head and said: "The little kid who just crawled out of the master's arms can barely scratch my itch. With this little ability, he just wants to show off his power."
"This guy's mouth is too rude, please touch him." Mr. Qiao roared at the young man beside him. Seeing that the strong man wanted to stop him, he cupped his fists and said, "Hammer, you saw what happened just now. Don't worry, I won't, either."
I don’t dare to take his life, but if his arm is broken or something, please be more patient.”
"Two lessons are enough. If you make trouble again, don't blame me for being rude." Seeing a few young men waving thick wooden sticks at Chen Qingyun, Hammer said anxiously: "If you don't stop, I will
Sorry."
Mr. Qiao said softly: "Hammer, even the Yinan people can't defeat you in a duel; but a good man can't stand up to a pack of wolves, so you have to think clearly."
Hammer shouted: "I'm still afraid of you." He took off his apron and rushed forward. Mr. Qiao's purpose of delaying time was achieved, and he said softly: "Forget it, stop fighting, let's start drinking draft beer."
"Little brother, wouldn't you say a few words less?" Hammer helped Chen Qingyun up and said softly: "Take a few steps and see if any bones are hurt."
Chen Qingyun didn't want to embarrass Hammer, so he kicked his legs and threw his arms and said: "It's okay, they let me go."
Worried that Yang Qun would see this violent scene, Chen Qingyun looked up and saw that the thin figure under the electric pole had disappeared. Just when he felt a little disappointed, Yang Qun ran from the alley and came to Chen Qingyun in a few minutes.
Beside him, he said softly: "Brother, you are injured and need some medicine. Here, Hongtai Tong."
Hongtai Tong, an anti-inflammatory spray produced by Tai'an Pharmaceutical, uses plateau safflower as the main raw material and is genuine.
Chen Qingyun snorted softly and circulated his spiritual energy. Immediately, green and purple patches appeared on his smooth skin all over his body.
"I forgot that my elder brother is injured. Brother Ding Zhui, please help him sit down quickly. I'll apply the medicine." Yang Qun and Zhui Zi helped Chen Qingyun sit down. Ding Zhui took off his shirt, and his back and arms were covered with blue.
, red and purple, very scary.
"Brother, you shouldn't quarrel with these people. They don't study in school, they only know how to fight." Yang Qun blew the medicine gently with his small mouth and said calmly: "If you are injured like this, your parents will feel sorry for you.
of."
Mr. Qiao snorted coldly and said: "Yang Qun, if you keep talking nonsense, be careful that my brother will snatch you away and don't cause trouble."
Yang Qun stopped talking, put away Hongtaitong and went home. Chen Qingyun didn't expect to meet Yang Qun today, and knew that Yang Qun's ancient ways were heartwarming. If you don't help this kind of person, who can you help?
When it was time to go back, Chen Qingyun said shamefully: "Brother Ding Chui, look at me, I don't have a penny. This Moro watch is worth tens of thousands. I'm keeping it with you. I'll work for you tomorrow to pay for the drinks."
Ding Zhui was about to say that there was no need for two drafts of beer. When he looked back, he saw a dozen draft beer cups neatly placed at the table where Chen Qingyun was sitting just now. There were a dozen plates on the table, and he felt a little worried.
Displeased, he said in a deep voice: "Looking at your tender skin and tender flesh, I can tell you are from a rich family. Ask your parents to bring you some money, and I will return your watch to you."
Chen Qingyun prayed and said: "Brother Ding Chui, I love drinking draft beer, but no one gives me money, so I can only work for you."
"What can you do? Don't delay my affairs."
"I can cook, but if it doesn't taste good, just snap my watch." Chen Qingyun was afraid that he wouldn't allow it, so he said hurriedly: "Let's go, I'll be there at eight o'clock tomorrow night."
Before today, if anyone asked Chen Qingyun to cook, he would definitely be unhappy. At home, he did not do hygiene, nor did he cook, and he did not even do housework a few times. But if he wanted to stay at the Green Grass Night Market, he would not be happy.
Cooking is the best way. Apart from being beaten, all the other steps in Yinan's case were in his plan, including mortgaging his watch in exchange for working and drinking money.
He didn't know how to cook, so he couldn't resist the fact that Chen Qingyun had a good master. At noon the next day, he, He Qingbo and others came to Liquan Hotel and plunged into the kitchen.
"Master Qingsong, you must teach me two special dishes today." Seeing Master Qingsong busy in the kitchen, Chen Qingyun did not take any detours and went straight to the topic: "Now, I must learn it today."
"First choose the vegetables, then cut them. After you have done these two things, come to me." Qingsong showed off his master's style and shouted loudly: "Come two people, help this young man, and let him know the rules of the kitchen."
rule."
He Cheng, He Qingbo and others followed Chen Qingyun into the redwood box, and Chen Qingyun was nowhere to be seen in the blink of an eye. It took a while to find Chen Qingyun, but they finally found Chen Qingyun in the kitchen wearing a white hat and white overalls, staring nervously.
Following the movements of Qingsong Zhenren.
"Every step of cooking is very particular, but the monk's method is to let a trace of spiritual energy penetrate into the dishes when the pot is out of the pot, not too much." Master Qingsong took the pot and took it out, and at the same time transmitted a message to Chen Qingyun: "
You don’t need to do this for every dish, otherwise the charm of aura will not be apparent. You only need to master two dishes, and they will become popular.”
When Chen Qingyun came out of the kitchen, Zuo Yu hurried over, blocked him at the door of the box, and said eagerly: "Boss, Lin Fan ran away."
"Who is Lin Fan?" Chen Qingyun did not respond.
"Li Jiuming's fourth son." Zuo Yu said shamefully: "He had his calf broken by Ding Qian and has been on parole for medical treatment. Yesterday, the hospital called and Lin Fan went to bed."
"This person has a gloomy personality, a thoughtful mind, and is very hostile to society." Chen Qingyun said categorically: "No matter what the cost, this person must be captured and brought to justice."
Chen Qingyun has never cooked, but he has spiritual consciousness and an unparalleled memory. The process of cooking, the grasp of ingredients and quantities, and the heat and other details are all engraved in his mind. When he came to the green grassland in the evening, he had already
Very confident.
"Brother Ding Chui, look at me today." Chen Qingyun rolled up his sleeves, followed Ding Chui into the simple kitchen, and said excitedly: "First of all, I will show you how to cut potatoes into shreds."
Yang Qun's frail figure appeared at the door of the kitchen, and said with a faint smile: "I heard Brother Qingwei bragging yesterday, and today I'm going to see you show off your skills."
When he left yesterday, the name Chen Qingyun left behind was Long Qingwei. He estimated that no one in Yinan County had heard of this name.
"Let's have some rice tofu first." Chen Qingyun ignored Ding Zhui's face, which was almost turning green, and was busy in the kitchen quickly. Yang Qun knew what Ding Zhui was thinking, and smiled when he saw Chen Qingyun was about to arrive.
Arrive exhausted.
"Okay, let's have a try." Chen Qingyun had known the change in Ding Chui's expression for a long time, but ignored him. After completing the first dish creation in his life, he said to Ding Chui and Yang Qun: "You're welcome. If you have any opinions, feel free to do so."
carry."
Ding Chui was very disappointed. He thought that this rich kid would always have one or two special dishes. He didn't take Chen Qingyun seriously because a waiter came home, so he hoped that Chen Qingyun could dine for two days.
"Brother Ding, it's delicious." Yang Qun didn't care about this. For her, being able to eat rice tofu was considered a luxury. Unexpectedly, just after taking a small bite, Yang Qun shouted: "Brother Qingwei, you are really
sharp."
"This is for your grandma, take it back quickly." Chen Qingyun ignored Ding Zhui's expression and urged: "Hurry up, don't get cold."
Just as Yang Qun was about to walk out of the kitchen, Ding Chui came back to his senses, took a spoon, took a scoop, and took a small sip. Excitement suddenly took over his face.
"Brother Xiaolong, did you make this?" Ding Chui finished the drink in one gulp, waving his spoon and yelled: "Quick, make another one."
Chen Qingyun smiled and said: "Just one dish, Kung Pao Chicken."
More than ten minutes later, Yang Qun came over excitedly, took Chen Qingyun's hand and said, "Brother Qingwei, grandma has eaten everything. She hasn't eaten so much for a long time."
This bowl of rice tofu was specially made by Chen Qingyun for Yang Qun's grandma. Its spiritual energy content is more than double that of the plate of Kung Pao Chicken on the table.
"It's such a delicious dish, please bring me some." On the square table next to it, three young men with gloomy eyes were drinking beer. The young man sitting in the middle said in a low voice: "Hammer, if you have something good, you won't serve it to me."
, your skin is itchy, isn’t it?”
"Who am I talking about? It's so arrogant, it turns out to be Lao Gui." Ding Chui chuckled and said: "The second son of Tianxiang Tower, where is your boss Lin."
Boss Gui said coldly: "Keep a little kindness in your mouth so that we can see you again later."
"Okay, okay, instead of calling me Lao Gui, call me Xiao Gui Xing." Ding Zhui turned around and said, "Brother Long, hurry up and help Xiao Gui Xing Pan Gong to protect the chicken."
"Pah!" All the men and women who were having a late-night snack on the green grass were frightened. They saw the young man named Gui smashing a bottle of beer and shouting at Ding Chui with red eyes: "Say it again, don't say I broke the rules."
"It's my fault, okay, my favor goes to the manager." Ding Zhui smiled bitterly and said, "I'd better call him Gui Li, I'm afraid you might misunderstand me."
While talking, Chen Qingyun had already brought the second portion of Kung Pao Chicken. Gui Li didn't bother to argue with Ding Chui. He stretched out his hand, put a chopstick into his mouth, and said with a long sigh: "Okay, really ****
*tasty."
When the customers next to them smelled the fragrance and heard Gui Li's praise, they all shouted: "Give me some, too." "I want Kung Pao Chicken too."
Chen Qingyun immediately became busy. Ding Chui touched the Moses watch on his wrist. At this time, he only had one idea, to try to keep Chen Qingyun for a few more days.
Yang Qun looked at the busy Chen Qingyun, his eyes rolling around. When Chen Qingyun sat next to the two of them and picked up a draft beer, Yang Qun mustered up the courage and said: "Brother Qingwei, please teach me how to cook."
"You are still studying, so there is no need to learn this." Chen Qingyun knew what he was thinking, but said deliberately: "Your task now is to read well. Don't be like me and have nothing to do all day long."
"Brother Qingwei has graduated?" Yang Qun's little head shook like a rattle: "You must be a senior in high school, sneaking out to play at night."
Unexpectedly, Chen Qingyun did not want to explain, so he said softly: "Why reading under the street lamp will damage your eyes."
"The lights at home are dimmer than this." Yang Qun lowered his head and said, "The house is not ventilated, and the air is not as good as outside."
Chen Qingyun recalled the scene when he met Li Qiao and Ji Ning in Yizhou. His heart moved slightly and he whispered: "Take me to your house to have a look, okay?"
After his parents went to work in other places, Yang Qun rarely brought outsiders to his home. But Chen Qingyun's soft voice seemed to have great magic power, and Yang Qun could not refuse.
Yang Qun's grandma was sleeping weakly on the bed, and the lights in the house were like beans. If Chen Qingyun hadn't had night vision, he would not have been able to see clearly what was going on in the house. Now that he knew Yang Qun's condition, he knew what to do.
When we returned to the green grassland, we found two groups of people staring at each other like fighting cocks.