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Two days passed by in a blink of an eye.
Lin Chou stood in front of the gate of Jiushan Palace, the jade lion was still majestic and bright.
Behind him is the Mingguang Training Center where he once sacrificed his life.
The overall building of Jiushan Palace was gorgeous and solemn, with extraordinary momentum. Lin Chou looked out of place. His yellow washed cloth shirt, gray trousers, and messy hair looked like he had cut it out casually in front of the mirror. Even the attendant standing at the door
, are ten times more elegant than Lin Chou.
Lin Chou's clothes are still old antiques left over from her father's clothes. They are stiff and yellowish. You can't even rub them in the wash. If you rub them, there will be a rip.
I didn’t know how much hardship I had gone through that night when I was drunk with the clothes I brought from the wilderness. I couldn’t even wash them clean, so I had to find a random piece and put them on.
The system's crazy output of yellow characters is causing trouble,
"As a man who wants to become the future chef god, he should pay attention to his appearance and dress cleanly and neatly. Please ask the host to handle the external appearance as appropriate, including hair trimming, personal hygiene, clothing, etc. In addition, the host looks like garbage now.
The scavengers on the pile are very poor. It’s hard to understand the aesthetics of lower primates! Damn it!”
He is used to living a hard life, and it is incredible to say that Lin Chou, who is in his twenties, has never bought a piece of clothing. He only wears the clothes that his father had worn, remodeled them and continued to wear them.
The lack of daily necessities has made the entire Xiacheng District residents miserable. Lin Chou has grown up in this environment since he was a child, and he will not be able to turn around for a while.
The last time I bought some clothes, they were just for wearing when working in the kitchen.
“…”
Lin Chou felt that he was speechless more and more often, and if he continued like this, he would easily get sick.
"My clothes are nice and clean, and I look handsome."
After coughing and gathering his strength, Lin Chou said calmly to the waiter.
"I'm Lin Chou."
The waiter standing at the door was stunned for a while, then rushed in, "Manager Jingjing, Lin, Lin Chou is here, really here!"
"Why are you panicking! You don't have to come to work tomorrow!"
"Ahem," a middle-aged man hurriedly greeted him, "I am the lobby manager of Jiushan Palace, Xue Tong. May I ask you, are you Lin Chou, the Lin family restaurant outside the city?"
"yes."
Xue Tong clasped his fists in greeting and said, "Mr. Lin, I'm waiting for you!"
All the tables and chairs in the lobby of Jiushan Palace have been removed. Two curved dining tables are facing each other in the middle of the hall, and all kinds of kitchen utensils are available in an orderly manner.
"Mr. Lin, please wait a moment and drink a cup of hot tea. The distinguished guests from Jiushan Palace and the friends who came to the banquet have not arrived yet."
People were taking their seats at the tables and chairs around the hall. They were men, women, old and young. They were all dressed in extraordinary clothes and their aura was astonishing.
The skinny old man wearing a long black coat smiled and stood next to the main seat, "Dear friends, thank you for giving me the face of the Xue family. Please come today for no other reason than that my son was brutally murdered outside the city a few days ago. My old man
Xue is not dead yet! I, the Xue family, can't just swallow this breath!... Jiushan Palace has been a cook for generations, and the craftsmanship has been passed down from ancestors. It was already famous before the catastrophe, and the inheritance has not been cut off to this day. Since they are all chefs
, then we will fight like a chef and resolve this cause and effect."
Xue Zhen's eyes fell on Lin Chou, "What do you think, little friend Lin Chou?"
"good"
"Haha, okay!"
"good!"
Rather than giving Lin Chou and Xue Zhen time to prepare, it is more of a time for Xue Zhen to receive guests.
Xue Zhen walked from one table to another, chatting and laughing happily, looking like a worldly expert who is determined to win.
"Brother Lin." After being tapped on the shoulder, Lin Chou turned around and saw Huang Dashan's hairy face.
"Haha, look over there!"
Huang Dashan pointed and saw that on the tables at the back, Bai Qiongshou Team, Shen Feng and a pot of dazzling green were sitting at the same table.
Huang Dashan's team sat with Gao Xuan, as well as some familiar faces who often appeared in the tavern, obviously all here to support him.
"Brother Lin, don't worry. The Xue family can't cover up the sky with one hand in Mingguang. My brother is behind you and supports you!"
Lin Chou was a little moved and nodded to the people at the table over there with a smile.
Looking around, unknowingly, the huge hall of Jiushan Palace was full of people, chatting and laughing with each other, and their eyes frequently fell on Lin Chou.
There is curiosity, pity, appreciation, sympathy, and so on.
Lin Chou saw Leng Han and Wei Qingyu at the scene, sitting together with Wei Tianxing and Zhao Ziyu, surrounded by a large group of people. Wei Qingyu cast a charming look in the crowd and was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head. Zhao Ziyu clenched his fists to encourage him, but he didn't even notice.
At the Eight Immortals table in the first row, there was a young man in black sitting alone, raising his glass to Lin Chou from a distance, it was Sikong.
In the private room on the second floor, Mo Wenwen stamped her feet, "Auntie, why did you come to this wretched place? I don't want to see him... He actually left us alone... What a nuisance!"
Mo Hongniang smiled and said, "Silly boy, meeting such an innocent little man is as rare as seeing the sun through the clouds. You are still too young."
"Huh, Xingrong, plug your ears quickly. Our Xingrong is still young, so we can't listen to these 'vicissitudes of experience' sharing!"
Qin Xingrong said obediently and blocked her ears with her hands. "Mom, is this okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, Xingrong is good!"
...
At this time, an old man and a young man came out from behind.
The old man's beard and hair are pure white, and his long beard hangs down to his chest, showing a translucent white color.
The long gown has pure white sleeves and fluttering sleeves, making her look quite like an immortal.
The old man cupped his hands downward and said, "Who is Lin Chou, kid, who is plotting to harm my grandson! And dares to challenge the majesty of my Jiu Shan Palace? Cough cough cough."
Feeling relieved, he turned around and asked the young man behind him, "Fang grandson tomorrow, did the Fourth Grandpa remember the lines correctly?"
Xue Mingfang twitched the corners of his lips and said in a dumbfounded voice, "Grandpa, you'd better sit down first, or you'll cough again."
Xue Zhen said respectfully, "Fourth Master, why did you come out today?"
"Of course I will come!" the old man said loudly, "Avenging my grandson is a matter of course. Xue Zhen, you must do your best!"
The old man spoke with great momentum, and some people in the crowd raised their hands to signal.
"Who is this?" someone asked.
"The previous head of the Xue family and the master of the Jiushan Palace, Xue Guangyuan."
"That Xue Guangyuan who is not even at the first level, but lives for one hundred and thirty years?"
"Exactly."
Xue Zhen turned around and took care of everyone before returning to the stage.
"My Xue family has been passed down from one generation to the next. The art of medicated diet was already famous before the great catastrophe. Now, the art has reached its peak. Little friend Lin, you must think carefully!"
"I lose, let me do whatever you want!"
Wei Qingyu was anxious, "This idiot, is he stupid?"
Wei Tianxing still smiled, "It's okay, just wait and see what happens."