Water Reflects Peach Blossoms

There is a famous restaurant in Tianducheng.

The restaurant is run by a couple. The chef doesn't look very old, has long golden hair, and looks very youthful. He has been the chef king of Tiandu City for several years.

The female shopkeeper had a stunningly beautiful face. When she smiled, the whole world lost its color and everyone was captivated by her.

The most famous thing about this restaurant is its rules. The opening time in the morning is irregular, and it closes at 3 p.m. More importantly, it limits the number of guests and only accepts ten tables of guests per day.

Every morning, people line up before dawn, wanting to taste the chef’s cooking skills.

Today, when the door opened, there were still crowds of people waiting at the door.

Nanzhi handed the signs in his hand to the people in line. The people at the first ten tables took the signs and happily entered the store.

After handing out the signs, Nanzhi said, "Today's customers are full. Please go back if you are left."

"I came here from Qingcheng and lined up before dawn this morning! There's only one spot missing. Please be flexible and let me in!" A young man loudly requested Nanzhi.

Nanzhi paused as she turned back to look at him: "Rules are rules, they cannot be broken."

If it breaks, others will do the same in the future.

Besides, it was just a meal, not a life-saving elixir, so she felt there was no need to eat it here.

The man was furious. Coming from a wealthy family, he had never been treated so poorly before. He immediately rolled up his sleeves, ready to start a quarrel. "You are so beautiful! If I beg you... will you let me in?"

Nanzhi: "..."

For the sake of stuttering, one can really bend and stretch.

Nanzhi shook her head: "Even if you beg me..."

Before she could finish her words, a man rushed out of the house, his handsome face full of anxious panic. When he saw the man standing opposite Nanzhi, he immediately stood in front of Nanzhi, furious.

"You are the one yelling at my wife?!" Ying Lei stopped cooking and his handsome face was filled with anger.

He didn't even raise a single word to Nanzhi. How dare this brat! He wanted to be sliced into pieces by him!

When the people watching the excitement at the door of the store saw Yinglei rushing out, they all scattered like birds and beasts, fearing that they would be blacklisted and would never be able to come to the store to eat again.

"You yellow-haired guy, who are you?" The man looked at Ying Lei with disdain.

The man in front of him was wearing a black and yellow suit, his long golden hair was braided into a bun with yellow pompoms at the back of his head, and there was a decorative tail around his waist?

A handsome young man with youthful spirit, wearing an apron...

The man suddenly realized what was happening and pointed at Ying Lei in disbelief: "You...you can't be..."

"It's a yellow-haired one! It's a yellow-haired one! It's a yellow-haired one!"

"Speak loudly to Nanzhi! Speak loudly! Speak loudly!"

After kowtowed to the man six times, Ying Lei put his hands on his hips and looked down at the man squatting at the door of the store: "Do you know you are wrong?"

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong... I just want to eat the food you cook. Besides, I even praised your wife for her beauty." The man covered his head with his hands, looking pitiful.

"Do you really need to praise such an obvious fact?" Ying Lei said unhappily. "Besides, passersby are not blind! Or do you think I am blind?"

man:"……"

Unable to eat the food made by the chef, the man stood at the door, drooling with greed.

He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and noticed that this restaurant was very strange. The one who cooked the food was the God of Cooking, and the one who served the food was the God of Cooking. Compared with the God of Cooking who was busy as hell and wished he had two more arms, his wife was sitting behind the counter, playing with abacus beads leisurely.

The man finally understood why this restaurant only served ten tables of customers a day.

With so many guests, I’m afraid the chef will be exhausted.

Two hours later, the guests left, and the man saw the chef quickly put the plates and bowls away in the kitchen. Before putting them away, he brought a plate of lotus seed paste pastry to his wife. He could tell from the aroma that the pastry was different from those made in other shops!

After being hungry for a whole day, the man felt like his gluttony was eating his intestines.

After a while, the chef walked into the dining room, holding a rag, and wiped all the tables and chairs. He put the stools on the table and it seemed that the next step was to sweep the floor.

The man had an eye for work, so he immediately found a broom at the door of the store and rushed into the store to sweep the floor!

Nanzhi was stunned for a moment, and Yinglei was also stunned.

This is the first time they have met someone who is willing to humble himself and has a keen eye for work in all the time they have been running the shop.

"What are you doing?" asked Ying Lei, who was wearing an apron.

The man continued sweeping the floor: "I'll help you. I want to become your disciple."

Ying Lei refused: "I don't need your help, and I don't accept disciples."

He and Nanzhi don't want outsiders to disturb their world of two.

"No, you do." Leaning on the broom, the man said seriously, "I've just observed carefully. You do everything in the store by yourself. It's very tiring. You must sleep later than a dog and wake up earlier than a chicken. So you need an apprentice to share the burden."

Ying Lei stared at the man in front of him and thought he was weird: "I'm not alone, didn't you see my wife?"

"But she was just settling accounts," the man asked puzzled.

"What do you know?" Ying Lei crossed his arms, his face full of pride. "Accounting is a very profound subject. My wife not only knows how to do it, but she also makes clothes for me, embroiders purses... She also balances my monthly expenses and gives me pocket money!"

"More importantly, she cheers me up," he said, patting his chest. "I have endless energy every day!"

man:"……"

The God of Cooking... is also a love-brained person...

He subconsciously asked: "How much pocket money do you have every month?"

Ying Lei held up two fingers, his voice rising to the sky with pride: "Twenty cents!"

man:"……"

He felt that the God of Cooking was being cheated. With the money he earned every day, why did his wife only give him twenty cents in pocket money?

Just as he was about to remind the God of Cooking, the God of Cooking impatiently waved his hand and chased him away, like a sheep: "Go away, we still have to close the shop early and go home."

"If you don't leave now, I'll kick you."

The man had no choice but to return the broom to Yinglei.

Yinglei quickly swept the floor and mopped it.

Looking at the shiny floor, he nodded with satisfaction. Nanzhi had just finished settling the accounts, and the two were preparing to close the shop and return to Kunlun Mountain.

When closing the door, Nanzhi inevitably softened her heart when she saw the man squatting at the door with a lost look on his face.

She looked at the lotus seed paste cake on the plate that she had not touched, poked Yinglei in the waist, and pointed at the man at the door of the store.

A shadow fell in front of the man who was lamenting that he could not taste the chef's cooking today. He looked up and suddenly saw the chef standing in front of him holding a plate of snacks.

"Here. My wife asked me to give it to you." Ying Lei handed the Hibiscus Pastry to the man.

man:"……"

The man was almost crying with joy. He excitedly took the snacks and thanked Yinglei and Nanzhi in the store.

It turns out that persistence really pays off!

……

After closing the shop door, Yinglei took out the Shanhai Cunjing.

The golden divine power enveloped him and Nanzhi, and they arrived at Kunlun Mountain in an instant.

Kunlun Mountain is currently hiring craftsmen for repairs.

Yingzhao originally wanted to repair it with his own divine power, but he was old and his divine power was not as strong as before. Nanzhi then came up with the idea of opening a shop to make money to repair the mountain temple.

But I don’t know why the mountain temple is unusually quiet today.

"The craftsman got off work so early today?" Ying Lei felt strange. He was holding two jugs of wine in his arms, which was Ying Zhao's favorite drink.

The door of the mountain temple was opened, and Ying Zhao walked out. When he saw Ying Lei, his breath sank: "You dare to come back, brat?"

Ying Lei's right eyelid twitched, and he subconsciously wanted to run: "Grandpa...Grandpa?"

"Today, when the craftsmen were repairing the house, they found something you hid in the cracks in the wall." Ying Zhao pulled out a bamboo stick from his sleeve, angrily.

Ying Lei thought for a long time before he remembered, and hurriedly explained to Ying Zhao: "No, Grandpa! I just forgot they were in the cracks in the wall. I haven't moved them since we got married!"

Yinglei used to like reading picture books, but Yingzhao thought it was immoral and didn't allow him to read them.

After getting married to Nanzhi, Yinglei, to show his loyalty to Nanzhi, took out all the sketchbooks he had hidden under the bed and burned them all.

I didn't expect it, because I hadn't looked at it for a long time, I forgot about it in the crack of the wall.

Ying Zhao didn't believe it, and immediately raised the bamboo stick to hit his grandson.

Yinglei jumped up and down to dodge, while also protecting the wine in his arms.

Looking at this joyful scene, Nanzhi couldn't help laughing, and then whispered, "I'm pregnant."

The air was suddenly quiet for a moment.

Ying Zhao dropped the bamboo stick in his hand and murmured in disbelief, "I'm going to have a great-grandson?"

Ying Lei maintained a defensive and dodging posture. He blinked, then suddenly jumped up and gave Ying Zhao a big bear hug: "Grandpa! I'm going to be a father!!!"

Ying Lei hugged him for a moment and then let go. Before Ying Zhao could even raise his hands to hug him back, the grandson he was holding had already disappeared.

Running to Nanzhi, Yinglei nervously wiped the sweat from his palms and carefully held her in his arms.

Leaning on the warm and strong embrace, Nanzhi closed her eyes.

This is what a peaceful and peaceful life is like.