Feast of Rebirth

One, two, three... Hu Yan counted, eight people, that's right.The one who died was the leading master chef, who was now drinking beef soup with not much beef with one leg crossed. The murderer was a young apprentice who learned how to beat the gong. He was quiet and dipped his chopsticks in chili sauce to smear the steamed buns.

Hu Yan secretly pulled out the fur of the fox and blew.The fox fur fluttered towards the little apprentice and stuck to his head.In this way, he knows where the little apprentice goes.

He still remembered that the master had no money and was lustful, and in his last life he used tricks as an excuse to find a way to get money. In this life, he could hide as far as he could, and ordered Chi Nu to arrange them, and he stayed behind closed doors.

In the afternoon, Hu Yan boiled some corn paste and asked Chi Nu to send it to Yun Congfeng, asking Chi Nu to tell him to go to bed early, otherwise he would not be able to rest well, so he fell asleep first.

The group of Lunximen Jianghu entertainers got up earlier than the chickens, and the sky was still slightly bright. The seven apprentices were practicing their voices in the open space in front of the building, and they still sang in a chorus, their voices were so high that their ears hurt.

Hu Yan went to bed early and was woken up early in the morning, but he was not very sleepy.It was hard for the other guests in the inn, who were woken up when they were in the middle of their dreams, got up sleepily and opened the window and cursed. Hu Yan was lying on the bed listening, trembling with laughter.

The master is also a ruthless character, holding his waist and scolding them downstairs, and the dirty words he uttered are not the same, Hu Yan listens to them scolding each other.Some merchants couldn't take it anymore, so they threw down the money directly: "Please do me a favor, I'll give you money for your meals, stop singing!"

The master master had achieved his goal, and happily picked up the money: "Apprentices are closed today! Let's practice again tomorrow!"

Before he finished speaking, another handful of money was thrown down, and the sound was twice as loud as before: "Don't practice tomorrow! Don't practice the day after tomorrow!"

"Okay boss!"

The master returned from work and let the apprentices rest. Hu Yan knew that they were not finished, so he took advantage of the gap to take a nap for a while.After the rooster crowed, some merchants were about to leave, and the cooks employed by Rujia Inn usually came to work at this time to cook breakfast.

If the merchants who live in Home Inn want to have breakfast at the inn in the early morning, they all know to inform the cook, tell them what they want to eat, and let the cook give priority to it.There are only three masters in the inn, and they are in a hurry to catch up with the work. The master master and his party got up early, and they had nothing to do when they got the money. They ordered a bunch of steamed buns. He cursed loudly.

It's okay to curse, wait and wait, embrace and go to the back kitchen to make trouble, noisy, and after a while, they start throwing bowls and pots, and Chi Nu gets up sleepily: "What's going on outside?"

Hu Yan said: "Lie down, I'll go." After speaking, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed to get dressed, Shi Shiran walked to the door of the kitchen: "Who threw the bowl? It's making a lot of noise."

The master turned his head to look, and immediately put on a smiling face: "Is it Miss Yan?"

Hu Yan didn't bother to look at him: "You made trouble?"

The master argued himself: "This cook prefers to serve food to the rich first, obviously we ordered the food first!"

Hu Yan kicked the debris on the ground: "Those who get up early and leave eat first. This is the rule. No matter how much you make trouble, the rule can't be broken. It doesn't matter how many bowls you throw, as long as you can afford it. If you drop eight bowls, it's worth it." Thirty copper coins, bring the money!"

Hu Yan's tone was fierce, the master shrank his head and said with an apologetic smile, "Thirty yuan? Miss Yan, don't lie to me, these broken bowls are worth thirty yuan?"

"Don't live if you can't afford it! I heard that you have been charged a lot early in the morning, right? Why can't you afford thirty dollars?"

The master said, "Isn't it all silver, and I don't have copper coins on me..." He turned around and asked the apprentices to look for any change, and put together thirty coins and handed them to Hu Yan: "This is the head office, right?" ?”

Hu Yan leaned against the door frame and counted: "If you like to throw bowls and get angry, buy some bowls yourself, and don't throw my bowls, and I will have to buy them again."

"Yes, yes, yes." The master bent down and smiled apologetically, staring at Hu Yan's chest with cross-eyed eyes, Hu Yan kicked the money into his pocket, turned around and left: "I think the cook is slow, go down by yourself Just pay the money and don’t leave the water.”

"Okay, okay." The master said repeatedly.

After that, the master and his party stopped making troubles, Ansheng lived for two days, and on the fourth day, he started to practice his voice on time, and got another sum of money.

Hu Yan reckoned that the master's death was almost here, so he paid more attention to the young apprentice.The little apprentice followed the master's ass every day, doing whatever he was supposed to do, he was very well-behaved, and he couldn't see any flaws.

The days passed day by day, the master was fine, but the cook had an accident first.When a cook was cooking vegetables, the wooden handle of the pot suddenly broke into two pieces, and his arm got a pot of hot soup, causing several big blisters, which made a big man burst into tears on the spot.

A group of people panicked and healed the cook, using soy sauce and vinegar.Hu Yan came out and saw that this was a human elbow for a pig's elbow. He scolded everyone and only washed it with clean water until the cook stopped crying. Then he applied burn ointment and bandaged the wound.He was paid in advance and asked him to go back and recuperate.

As a result, the remaining two cooks were even more busy.When it was time for dinner, the master chef disliked the slowness of serving the food, and made a big fuss again, swearing at people unscrupulously, and everyone turned their ears away.

Hu Yan couldn't listen anymore, worried that he would ruin his business, so he had no choice but to come out and scold him, and scolded him honestly, and finally he was safe.

After two days of rebirth, the master was already dead at this time in the previous life, and the meat was stinky. In this life, the master is still alive and kicking, and he stared at the little apprentice for so long, but he couldn't see anything wrong with it. Reason for killing.

He was depressed and strange, suspecting that his memory had made a mistake, but he did not expect that the master had an accident that afternoon.

The cook whose arm was burned suddenly came to the door, took a big iron pot and went straight in front of the master, without saying a word, the first hit made the master's head full of blood, the second hit his head, and the third hit Brains burst out.

The guests in the hall were having tea leisurely, but the cook suddenly broke in and made an attack. The master's brains were flying everywhere, which scared everyone into a daze.As soon as Chi Nu came out, he couldn't figure out the situation at all, and Hu Yan was dumbfounded when he saw it: This is wrong!

How did he turn into a cook and kill the master chef?

The cook held the murder weapon and stood there blankly, motionless as if petrified.Hu Yan walked over and tentatively called: "Brother?" Before he could answer, he smelled alcohol.

Is this drunk?Hu Yan shouted again: "Brother?"

The cook threw down the spoon, walked into the back kitchen like a normal person, picked up the knife and cut the carrots, with his hand still steady, cutting quickly and evenly.After cutting it, put it in the pot, without putting any oil or lighting the fire, and happily stir-frying it in the pot, singing while frying, it makes people's hair stand on end.

There was a merchant who sent his servants to the nearest town to report the case, but the government servants rushed over, and the cook was still foolishly cooking.The two yamen servants skillfully overturned the cook and pressed him to the ground. The cook yelled, "It hurts! It hurts!"

The yamen servant doesn't care if he hurts or not, for felony homicide, let's put it on a chain.The cook's arm was still wrapped in gauze, and when the chain was put on, it pressed on the wound, and he went crazy again, rushing left and right.The two yamen servants almost couldn't hold him down, and they called the guests in the hall to help, but they held him down desperately, and the cook kicked his legs and burst into tears again, crying so miserably.

Hu Yan squeezed over: "Rang Rang, don't worry, two big brothers, let me see if it works?"

The yamen servant kicked the cook's calf and scolded: "Be honest!" Make way for him.Hu Yan squatted down, carefully unwrapped the gauze on the cook's arm, layer by layer, and couldn't help but gasped: the wound had suppurated, and the pus was sloshing under the skin, as if his arm was covered with rotting meat soup, and there was still an unknown smell. the stench.

The cook's arm is useless.

Hu Yan finally understood the cause and effect.It should be that the master smashed the pot last time and broke the pot. The cook didn't pay attention to continue using it. As a result, the wooden handle broke and burned his arm.The injury was getting worse, and his arm was visibly crippled, coupled with the fact that he was drinking, and in a fit of rage, he smashed someone to death with an iron pot.

Although it was reasonable from beginning to end, Hu Yan always had a subtle feeling.

The feeling of being played by fate.

The master's body was carried out by the apprentices, and several people secretly wiped their tears, including the young apprentice, which made Hu Yan even more confused.

The elder brother of the yamen servant walked up to him and said: "The murderer is someone hired by your family. The shopkeeper of the inn has to show up. When will he come back?"

"Tomorrow, he will come back tomorrow."

The yamen servant nodded: "Okay, when he comes back, tell him and ask him to come to the government to confess, otherwise it will be very troublesome."

Hu Yan smiled sweetly: "Of course, I will trouble you, brother."

The yamen servant dragged the cook away, Hu Yan watched them go, Yun Congfeng walked over: "The shopkeeper will be back tomorrow?"

He hummed, raised his eyes and smiled, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that this cook is pitiful, drunk and harmful."

"He should have known that the handle of the pot was broken, so he told me again. In the end he hurt himself, no wonder someone else got on his head." When the autumn wind picked up, Hu Yan sneezed, "It's cold outside, go in and rest, you've been sleeping lately OK?"

"Except for the few days when they got up early to practice their voices, they slept pretty well."

"Didn't I tell you to go to bed early?"

"You knew in advance?"

Hu Yan rolled his eyelids: "Aren't all artists like this who go around and extort money like this?"

Yun Congfeng nodded: "Miss Yan is well-informed, it's because Yun is superficial."

Almost showing his feet, Hu Yan managed to fool him and let out a long breath in the room.The next morning, he greeted Chi Nu, went out to restore his true self, pretended to be a traveler who had returned from a long journey, and stepped into the gate of Rujia Inn again.

Yun Congfeng got up early in the morning to reconcile the accounts, holding steamed buns in his left hand, and keeping accounts with his right. When he looked up and saw Hu Yan, he was startled, stood up and said, "Good job, the shopkeeper."

Hu Yan looked at him, and suddenly burst out laughing. This smile made others puzzled, but Yun Congfeng seemed to understand something, and his expression became weird.

Hu Yan threw the luggage on the table, looked up and said, "You and I will go to the Yamen for a walk."

Yun Congfeng nodded: "Okay."

The two went out, walked side by side, and didn't speak for a long time.

It was Yun Congfeng who spoke first: "Your Excellency is Hu Yan, Lord Yan?"

"Yes."

"Who is that banquet girl?"

"My □." Hu Yan blinked, he had already thought of this reason, "What she can see, I can see too."

Yun Congfeng: "So that's how it is. I'm Xia Yun Congfeng. A disciple of Kongchanzhai in Baopu Mountain."

Hu Yan smiled, and the familiar scene finally came. For some reason, his eyes were a little moist: "Why did you come?"

"My master was worried about me, so he asked Mother Fox for a handbook." He took off the jade hairpin on his head, which was hollow, unscrewed the head of Liuyun, and poured out a roll of thin brocade, with the unique breath of Mother Fox.

"Yan Qi: Take good care of the bearer."