Fisherman Uncle Gen was disappointed. Just as he was about to go out with Pork Jiu, there were footsteps again on the wooden ladder.
This time it was Aunt Qing who came down. Yu Sheng poked his head behind her, "What are you looking for?" Aunt Qing pulled him back.
"Where is the city lord?" Yu Sheng asked.
"I'm back." Aunt Qing said and handed the cypress pillow to Yu Sheng, "You want it."
"The city lord flew away?"
"Yeah." Aunt Qing nodded.
Yu Sheng was a little disappointed, and he was planning to use Aunt Qing's relationship to get close to the city lord.
He went upstairs and handed the cypress pillow to the ghost bird. After the ghost bird thanked him, he couldn't wait to hold the child to sleep.
For the rest of my life, I wanted to take out the infant child, but as soon as I started talking, I saw that the eyes of the ghost bird were weeping blood again.
"Yes, yes, just pretend I didn't say that." Yu Sheng hurriedly turned around and ran out, accidentally hitting his injured arm on the door.
When Yu Sheng went downstairs with his teeth bared and in pain, Aunt Qing asked Cao'er to help him take a look.
"It's no big deal." Caoer patted his arm after looking at it and said.
"Ouch." Yu Sheng shouted in pain, "It doesn't matter what you take."
"I'll teach you a lesson. Don't run around even if you're injured. If it becomes crooked, don't blame me for my poor medical skills." Cao'er said.
Having said that, Yu Sheng felt that Cao'er was seeking revenge for being belittled before dinner.
Ye Zigao was holding Arsenic in his arms, trying to get the dog to chase it. Hearing this, he said, "I'm not afraid of it if I have long arms. I'll just give it a discount."
"Go on, don't bring arsenic into the lobby." Yu Sheng said.
"Arsenic?" Chu Sheng, who was drinking, stopped and was relieved after learning that the suckling pig was named Arsenic.
Because of this injury, Aunt Qing was not allowed to run around for the rest of her life, so she took pens, ink, paper and inkstones and asked him to practice calligraphy in the attic.
It happened that a new book had arrived, and Aunt Qing was sitting next to it, drinking and reading, listening to the noisy "chirping" of the chicks on the eaves.
After a while, the black cat police chief brother also ran up, lying on the beauty's back, staring at the bird's nest on the eaves with greedy eyes.
Bai Gaoxing was guarding Yao Zhuo upstairs, and only the little old man and Ye Zigao were left in the lobby.
The Demonic Ghost has not recovered from being choked. Fortunately, she has died once and is not afraid of being choked to death again.
She had been staying in Bai Gu's room, and Yu Sheng decided to take her out to meet people at night. Ye Zigao was not in a hurry at this moment.
What's urgent now is to feed Arsene, "eat more." Ye Gao held the rain-soaked vegetables in his hand and put them to Arsene's mouth.
This green vegetable has the most spiritual power, and its leaves are believed to be very beneficial to arsenic.
Yu Sheng usually wouldn't let him feed the pigs with vegetables, but now that Yu Sheng was unable to get downstairs, Ye Zigao quietly went to the vegetable field and picked a large handful.
Arsene liked to eat these very much and ate them hummingly.
Maomao was also staying in the lobby. Next to him was a large jar of wine that Ye Zigao had brewed for him.
Ye Zigao was helpless. If he didn't beat him, Maomao would scream and complain to Yu Sheng.
It was getting late, and the little old man was sitting at the door of the inn, holding "Nine-Tailed Turtle" in his hands, reading in the skylight.
At this time, a carriage stopped in front of the inn, and a man stepped out of the carriage, and stepped into the inn with a servant holding an oil-paper umbrella to protect him from the rain.
"Come on, don't block the light." The little old man pushed the visitor away.
The visitor avoided the little old man's push and looked down, and saw a woman on the page of the little old man's book with her breasts half exposed and her face full of love.
"Is there anyone who entertains guests like this?" the visitor said displeasedly, and patted the place where the little old man touched him.
Ye Zi raised his head and saw that this man had a big head, a thick neck, was dressed in silk and satin, and had an arrogant look on his face.
"Little old man, what are you doing? Hurry and greet the guests." Ye Zigao said.
The little old man didn't even raise his head and asked, "Sir, would you rather go to the hotel or stay in the hotel?"
The visitor straightened his clothes, cleared his throat and said, "I don't live in a hotel, and I don't work in prison. I am..."
"Then why are you joining in the fun?" The little old man who was reading a book interrupted him rudely.
Ye Zigao didn't pay attention, he was stuffing vegetables into Arsene's mouth.
He was confident that with the spiritual fattening, the arsenic would far surpass the pig above him.
"I don't understand etiquette." The visitor said something and then said loudly: "I will return the 'ten swords' to one sword."
"Selling knives?" The little old man touched the picture with his hand, "Go and sell them. Our inn is not short of knives."
After Gui Yidao was interrupted by the little old man again, he felt a fire rising from his chest.
He tried his best to suppress it and said in a deep voice: "I am Gui Yida! Gui Yida."
"No, no, sell it nearby. Our shopkeeper has plenty of knives." The little old man waved his hand impatiently.
In a remote and remote area, it is natural that I have never heard of my own name.
Gui Yidao comforted himself and then said: "I am the chef of Xunweizhai, Gui Yidao."
"Xunweizhai?" The little old man raised his head suddenly, his eyes blazing with fire.
Seeing that he finally showed the proper reaction, Gui Yidao nodded proudly: "That's right, I'm going to Xunweizhai Gui Yidao."
But what followed was not a compliment. "On your shopkeeper Liu's birthday, can you really get a girl at half the price after writing a birthday poem?"
The little old man raised the book and pointed at a page in the book, "The man above said he had already tried it."
Gui Yidao was angry, "I don't know."
"I don't know, but you claim to be from Xunweizhai?" The little old man said disdainfully and continued to read with his head down.
Gui Yidao couldn't help it, "I am Xunweizhai Gui Yidao, and I'm here to be the chef of your inn."
"Gui Yi Dao?" Ye Zi raised his head, "Oh, it turns out he is the chef of Xunweizhai."
Gui Yidao breathed a sigh of relief, finally having a normal person to communicate with.
He cupped his hands and said, "Yes, I'm here to compete with the chef of your inn on my cooking skills."
"Oh, then you came at the wrong time." Ye Zigao said to the little old man, "Tell him."
After that, Ye Zigao went to the backyard, looked up at the attic in the rain, and saw that Yu Sheng had never leaned on the railing before raising his feet to dig vegetables again.
Just as he took a step forward, Ye Zigao was pulled back again. Looking back, he saw Maomao poking his head out from behind the curtain and biting his clothes.
"Okay, okay, I'll give you another jar." After Ye Zigao said that, Maomao let him go.
After Ye Zigao left, the little old man raised his head and said, "It's not the right time, it's just not the right time. Don't block my light. I can't see the key parts clearly."
Gui Yidao held back his anger and said, "Why isn't it the right time? I'm afraid you don't dare to compete, right?"
"What a joke, don't you dare to compete? With our shopkeeper's shamelessness,..." the little old man raised his head and said, "By the way, what are you comparing to?"
Unfortunately he didn't hear anything.
"Cooking skills." Gui Yidao wanted to take off the knife on the servant's back and cut the little old man into eight pieces.
"Oh, that's really incomparable." The little old man said, "Our shopkeeper's arm is injured."
"My arm is injured, how did it happen?" Gui Yidao said contemptuously, "Isn't it an excuse to avoid fighting?"
In Yangzhou city, in order to avoid being defeated by Gui Yidao and then washing his hands, many famous chefs made excuses when he came to discuss with him.
"If you don't believe me, I'll throw you away." The little old man didn't bother to explain and continued to look down at his book.
"This..." The little old man didn't bother to explain, which made the sarcastic Gui Yidao feel uncomfortable.
"Stretching your head is a sword, and shrinking your head is also a sword. Why don't you compete openly and openly to avoid ruining your reputation." Seeing this, the servant spoke up from behind.
"You two are so annoyed. If I give you an arm, how can you compete with others in cooking?" The little old man was very annoyed when his interest in reading was interrupted.
"The chef of Xunweizhai is here to take advantage of others' danger," the little old man said.