I have always known that what I write is crazy and boring, so before others say anything about me, I step on myself first. I know that I am nothing, and I am self-aware.
I have always known that what I write has no writing style, no content, no connotation, no knowledge, and no interest. I have never dared to compare it with anyone else. The only thing I want is for the people who read the book to laugh and simply vent their emotions. That is enough.
Whether it is the beginning or the end of each book, what I have to say is that you are happy to read it with me. If it is not to your liking, I am sorry for you. Please wait while I work hard on the next book. If you are happy to read it, it is my honor. You
I'm not happy about it. It's my fault. Please forget me. I always say, read books, don't look at people.
I am in awe of every reader, and I am afraid of disappointing readers. I am sincerely afraid, so I only believe bad reviews and never good ones. So when I see a reward, the first thing I ask is, is this friendly support? This is definitely not mine.
Because the article is well written.
I write slowly, my mentality is not good, I can’t vote, I can’t be rewarded, I can’t see that I owe others. As you said, I have nothing and can’t do anything. What else can I do except update more?
I originally thought that it was the Chinese New Year and I had finished writing a new book for a month, and the days were still very long. I should write slower, take a break, and be more relaxed. However, this book friend was right, why should I be relaxed? I have nothing.
Apart from more updates, what else can I compare with others? Now think about it, can a first place satisfy my vanity? No, no, it can! How can a first place satisfy my vanity!!
That’s right, my number one came from readers, I asked you for it! I’m not ashamed of it, I’m proud of it!
Now, I am here to beg you again. One first cannot satisfy my vanity. I want more to satisfy the vanity of a vain person like me!
What right does a vain person like me have to talk about rest and be lazy? I hope that I will continue to keep double updates. This month, the following months, and until the end of the month, no matter whether I can do it or not, my goal is
I want to be first, my vanity will never be satisfied!
Friends of pirated books, I don’t ask for anything else. Please keep this paragraph for me. I know those who criticize me, those who hate me, those who hate me, those who dislike me, but I do it for those who like me.
It is enough for me to remember this and write it down.
PS: These words have been modified, they do not count for words, and there is no charge.
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Cheng Jiaoniang stopped, and Zhou Lang stopped and looked back at her.
"Madam?" the maid asked in a low voice.
What's wrong?
Cheng Jiaoniang turned her head and looked outside the door.
"Mr. Lang, why am I bullying women and children? Is it because she is a woman and a child that I can only greet her with a smile and ask for money?"
"Yes, Mr. Lang, if you don't know the reason, don't talk nonsense."
"This woman has come to make trouble many times. She no longer works at my house. How can I pay her back?"
Dou Qi and the other guys outside the door all said to the young man.
"No matter what the reason is, how can you do something to women and children?" the young man said, extending his hand to support her, "You are called the abode of gods. If you do this, how can you live in the gods?"
What a rotten scholar!
Dou Qi frowned. As the exam period approaches, there are more and more scholars in the capital.
"It's not me who has the final say as to whether the gods live there or not, nor is it your master, sir." He sneered and waved his hand, "Kill the people away and make trouble again and send them to the government for blackmail! The restaurant I opened, again,
It’s not a shantang!”
The young man was in a very good mood.
"How can such a pie deserve the name of deliciousness?" he said.
Dou Qi was happy and looked back at the young man.
"Exactly, don't dirty your mouth." He smiled and pointed, "This gentleman is noble and disdains my family. Who would be willing to eat with such a vacant seat?"
As soon as he said this, many people waiting outside the door started shouting.
"I."
"I."
The young man's face looked very ugly.
Dou Qi laughed.
"Guys please!" he shouted loudly.
At this point, the young man's two companions had no choice but to come out. There was a commotion in front of the door, and sure enough, three people went in.
"Yuan Dynasty, you have such a bad temper..." One of the companions shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Han Yuan saluted the two of them.
"I disturbed everyone's enjoyment," he said.
The woman holding the child also stood up at this time, wiping her tears and kowtowing to Han Yuanchao.
"It's the slave family that disturbs the husband's elegance." She choked and said, "It's the slave family that disturbs the husband's elegance."
Han Yuanchao hurriedly offered help, and the other two also hurriedly invited him.
"What's going on?" Han Yuanchao asked.
"My man has been working as a cook in this restaurant since he was a child. Until the old man passed away, the seventh master took over and started this new trick and changed the name. My man happened to catch a cold and wanted to rest for a few days, so the seventh master resigned.
He, my man became seriously ill again in a fit of anger, and now he can't get up..." The woman choked while coaxing the child.
"So, I don't owe you any wages?" a man asked.
The woman hesitated.
"It's not owed," she said.
The expressions of the three people were a little strange.
So... is it unreasonable?
But if it was really unreasonable, this woman shouldn't admit it at this time.
"At the beginning, the old lady promised to give my men a three-thirds dividend..." She lowered her head and said, "It's just that after the old lady became seriously ill, he didn't have time to write it down..."
The three of them were suddenly stunned, with complicated expressions. Although they were scholars, they were not urchins who were ignorant of worldly affairs. It was too common for such people to be indifferent to the ups and downs of emperors and courtiers.
Han Yuanchao hesitated for a moment, took off the money bag from his waist, poured out a handful of money and handed it to the woman.
"I don't have much money with me, and I have to stay in the capital for a long time, so I can only do my best," he said.
The woman hurriedly waved her hands.
"How can you ask for your husband's money? How can you ask for your husband's money?" She choked, "You are already causing trouble with your husband."
Han Yuanchao handed it over again and again, but the woman refused to accept it and staggered away with the child in her arms.
The three of them sighed for a moment.
"I can't eat this passing deity today," one said.
"I was the reason why everyone was so tired." Han Yuanchao said, apologetically.
"What can you do? You can't change your temper. Yuan Dynasty, you really shouldn't be studying, you should be a knight-errant." The other one smiled and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.
"No, a knight-errant's anger can relieve many people's worries. My father once said that if you want to relieve the worries of the world, you must study, or become an official, or preach and teach." Han Yuanchao said with a smile, changing the topic, "
The capital is so big that it’s not difficult to find a place to eat. Let’s go look for it.”
The three of them were about to leave when they suddenly heard someone calling the man to stay.
The three of them turned around with some surprise and saw a maid coming out of the restaurant.
"Mr." She smiled and saluted.
The three of them didn't know the reason, so they returned the favor half-heartedly.
"May I ask Mr. Lang's name?" the maid asked with a smile.
Han Yuanchao and his companions looked at each other.
"Someone, Suzhou Han Jun." he said.
"Then Yuan Dynasty, is it the word for Young Master?" the maid asked.
Han Yuanchao nodded.
Just now I called out to my companions, and others didn't think it was strange when they heard me.
"What a good word." The maid smiled and suddenly changed the topic, "Where does the young master live in Beijing?"
"Kuiyuanju." Han Yuanchao blurted out.
When she blurted it out, she was shocked, this maid is so good at telling lies!
"I don't know, sister?" he asked, with a bit of surprise.
The maid was giving gifts.
"The gentleman's chivalry is admirable." She said, then she said no more, turned and left.
The three of them were left looking at each other inexplicably.
"In the Yuan Dynasty, who said the world was so ruthless? It seems that many people admired what you did just now." A companion laughed.
"She must be a pretty girl." Another smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Maybe someone will come to snatch the son-in-law before the results are released. You should be careful."
When the rankings are released, it is the custom for the rich and powerful in Beijing to snatch high school students from the rankings as their son-in-law.
Han Yuanchao laughed.
It doesn't matter if he knows where he lives. He is grateful and admires him for not asking for anything. If someone comes to teach him a lesson, he will naturally not be afraid.
"Stop talking nonsense, go quickly, go quickly." He smiled.
The maid opened the door of the room, and only Cheng Jiaoniang was sitting inside.
"Madam, your husband is Han Jun of Suzhou, his courtesy name is Yuan Dynasty." She sat down and whispered.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"So, this is him," she said.
"Madam, do you recognize me?" the maid couldn't help but asked curiously.
It looks like he knows the name, but he doesn't seem to recognize the person.
Cheng Jiaoniang said nothing.
"What are the people saying in the hall?" she asked again.
"This Li Dashao, it turns out that this place is called Shenxianju. Oh, it turns out that this place is not called Shenxianju, but Zuifenglou. Li Dashao's good cooking has won the favor of the old shopkeeper of Zuifenglou. It's just that the old shopkeeper
After his death, the new Mr. Dou Qi, who took over, did not like Li Dashao, and he just got a good business, so it was no problem to leave Li Dashao on the stove, so he took the opportunity to fire him." The maid said in a low voice.
Let’s summarize the gossip I heard just now while walking through the hall.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
At this point, the door was opened, and two waiters came in carrying trays full of meat and vegetables.
"It turns out that I want to invite you to dinner." The maid said, laughing a little and looking outside.
Liu Lang was not with them, but in the private room next door.
"Madam, our passing fairy is a first-class delicacy. Madam, you are eating right." The waiter smiled with a bit of pride.
Looking at the dishes he placed one by one, the maid let out a sigh.
"What...are you doing?" she asked in a voiceless voice.
"This flavor is called Passing Immortal." The waiter said, "It is the unique delicacy of our Immortal Residence that was inspired by the Immortal."
"A passing god?" the maid asked in surprise.
At first glance, she looked like a boudoir girl who had never been out of the house and had never eaten anything good. The man curled his lips.
"Young Master is so thoughtful." He smiled and complimented the other side, then pointed to the outside, "We have already reserved a seat, otherwise, we won't be able to eat until tomorrow. Look at the number of people waiting at the door.
Already."
At this time, the desk has been neatly placed.
The waiter saw the surprise in the maid's eyes and couldn't help but feel even more proud.
"Sister, there are very few ways to eat this way, so I can tell my sister that this meat is not eaten raw... This bowl is not for drinking water, but for holding sauce..." He said loudly one by one.
The more he spoke, the more surprised he saw the expression on the maid in front of him, and the more proud he became.
"What are you..." The maid sat up straight and raised her voice to speak.
Cheng Jiaoniang raised her hand to stop her, and the maid sat back down again.
"How?" The man looked at the two of them in confusion.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at the vegetable and meat pots and other items placed in front of her.
"Bring me an unsliced rabbit, a knife and all the seasonings, and ask your cook to come over," she said.
The guy was stunned for a moment.
"What are your orders, madam?" he asked.
"This is the order." The maid said, raising her eyebrows at the man and pointing outward.
This little maid is so fierce.
The waiter led the others out, closed the door, and everyone looked at each other.
"What is this lady going to do?"
"It's probably strange. I want to see how it is done."
"Then how come? This is the secret recipe of our Immortal Residence."
"But it seems they belong to a wealthy family, so don't offend me..."
"Wealthy people are very afraid. Our seventh master has newly appointed Liu Xiaoli, the secret pavilion under Zhongshu Menxia, as our godfather."
Guys were whispering in the corridor, and the door over there was flung open.
"What are you talking about here!" Zhou Lang shouted.
The guys were startled and hurriedly apologized.
"Master." A waiter recognized that the young man was traveling with the girl just now, and said hurriedly, "This lady wants my cook to come over. I don't know where I offended you. You see there are so many guests now, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave."
Saturday Lang frowned and looked at the door opposite.
"I'll let you do whatever you want, there's no way you can talk too much!" he shouted with raised eyebrows.
Yes, it was the wrong question to ask this young man.
It is obvious that he is traveling with a beauty and is here to please her. Naturally, he puts his wife first in everything.
The waiter had no choice but to bow out and go straight to the shopkeeper to complain.
The shopkeeper was standing respectfully, listening to the sitting Master Dou Qi speak.
"...The restaurant in Beijing is almost ready. It will open as soon as the Chinese New Year is over..." He smiled, taking a sip from the wine bottle and adding a freshly cut oleander flower to his temples.
, trembling slightly with a smile.
"But, this old shop was left by the old man who has good feng shui, so why not keep it..." the shopkeeper hesitated and said.
"What is good Feng Shui? If it is good Feng Shui, after ten years of operation, it is not as good as me, a passing god, who became famous in three days and still kept this place. How can I attract people to the new store." Dou Qiye said displeasedly and paused on the wine bottle in his hand.
