Time flies so fast, ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Taipingju had already returned to normal. When Xu Maoxiu and others were imprisoned, shopkeeper Wu managed to stay closed for only three days without attracting much attention.

At this time, there was an endless stream of cars and horses in front of the door, and the hall was full. People waiting were sitting or standing under the pergola in front of the door, eating free refreshments, or laughing and reading the words on the door plaque. No one knew that this short period of ten years was

In the past few days, what happened around this peaceful residence.

Xu Maoxiu looked away from the window with some relief, and looked a little worried when his eyes fell indoors.

A trembling hand held a pair of chopsticks and reached for the dishes on the plate, but soon there was a clatter, the chopsticks fell to the ground, and the hand wrapped in white cloth stayed stiffly in the air.

Sister-in-law Asong, who was sitting on her knees beside her, covered her face and choked with sobs.

"Come again." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Li Dashao responded and stretched out his hand again.

The sound of chopsticks hitting the ground sounded again and again. Shopkeeper Wu outside the door couldn't help but sigh. There were footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw Fan Jianglin walking quickly.

Fan Jianglin pointed inside and asked with his eyes. Shopkeeper Wu nodded and waved his hand.

The two took a few steps away.

"Have you said that?" Fan Jianglin asked.

Shopkeeper Wu shook his head.

"As soon as I got here, I asked Li Dashao. Sandong's family is also inside, and I haven't had time to tell him yet," he said.

When Li Dashao was mentioned, everyone looked a little sad and sighed in unison.

Although the hand is connected well, it cannot be grasped, let alone carrying the knife for cutting vegetables and cooking in the future.

If it were other people, they would be satisfied with the display of hands, but for Li Dashao, the display of hands was the same as not having any.

As the chopsticks clattered to the ground again, Li Dashao's hands also landed heavily, and he bowed his head.

A man's whimpering sounded in the room.

Xu Maoxiu couldn't bear to look any longer and turned his gaze to the window.

"Madam, madam, didn't you say it can be cured?"

Sister-in-law Ah Song cried, knelt down for a few steps, and leaned in front of Cheng Jiaoniang, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Sister-in-law A Song, what do you mean by this?" the maid said displeased.

"You don't mean what you say." Cheng Jiaoniang took over and said, "There's no need to rush."

The maid responded and took a step back without speaking.

"Although it is connected, I can't guarantee how it will recover." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "I can only raise it slowly."

What if I can't maintain it well? From the current point of view, even if I can grasp it in the future, it will be difficult to do fine knife work like before.

There was silence in the room, except for Mrs. Asong's sobs.

"Li Dashao, at what age did you start learning to cook?" Cheng Jiaoniang suddenly asked again.

The sobbing Li Dashao paused.

How old are you?

He was a little startled.

So hungry...

A skinny little child stood in the corner of the kitchen, eating with his fingers and staring at the people busy on the stove with wide eyes. The aroma was overflowing, and his saliva couldn't help but flow down.

If you learn to cook, you will have food to eat...

I want to learn to cook so that I won’t go hungry in my life…

But when I grew up, I realized that this was not the case.

"Those who are covered with silkworms are not silkworm farmers." Cheng Jiaoniang said. [Note 1]

The maid groaned.

"Madam, you said you can't compose poetry. This is really a good poem." She said.

"I didn't do it." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

"Who is that?" the maid asked.

Cheng Jiaoniang was silent for a moment.

"I don't know, I can't remember." She turned to the maid and said.

Why are you talking about poetry? Fan Jianglin and shopkeeper Wu looked at each other outside the door. Fortunately, the topic in the room quickly turned back.

"You started working as a cook when you were six years old." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "How many years did it take you to become a chef?"

Perhaps because he has lost his past, Li Dashao can easily recall the past.

"I'm stupid and didn't learn well." He said with a thick nasal voice, "I didn't learn how to cook until I was twenty-three, and it was only because of the appreciation of Mr. Dou..."

It hurts my heart to say this.

It was the Dou family who admired him at first, but now it was the Dou family who deposed him.

The Dou family succeeds and the Dou family fails, so to put it this way, in fact, everything he got was in vain.

"It took you seventeen years," Cheng Jiaoniang said, "to develop your current cooking skills. Do you think it took a long time?"

Li Dashao shook his head.

"You learned to cook with your right hand at that time, right?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.

Li Dashao was stunned for a moment, that was natural.

"Your right hand is not as good as before, but you still have your left hand." Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and said, "I will give you another seventeen years, how about you start over?"

Left hand? Start over?

Li Dashao looked at Cheng Jiaoniang blankly, and the others also looked at her.

"Shopkeeper Wu, brother." Cheng Jiaoniang didn't say anything more, but looked at the door and shouted.

Shopkeeper Wu and Fan Jianglin hurriedly came in.

"Third brother said you have something to discuss with me," Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Did the topic just change? While Li Dashao was in a daze, shopkeeper Wu and Xu Maoxiu looked at each other, and Xu Maoxiu nodded at him.

"Yes, Dou Qi has been looking for it several times." Shopkeeper Wu sat down and said, "The trustee came to me personally, and the bosses were kneeling and crying, insisting on giving the Immortal Residence to us."

"Taipingju is ours, and it's not an exaggeration to want to come back. Shenxianju is not ours, so how can we get it for no reason?" Cheng Jiaoniang said.

"He said that this thing was originally created based on Madam's passing fairy, and now it can be regarded as returning to its original owner." Shopkeeper Wu said with a smile, "Madam, he is scared out of his wits. He said he doesn't ask for anything else but his life.

live."

"It's really ridiculous, for no reason, who would kill him?" Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head and pondered for a moment.

It only kills people if they have a reason.

Everyone present said in their hearts.

"Of course it's not for free," shopkeeper Wu said, "it's for sale."

Xu Maoxiu smiled on the side.

"It's just a matter of time," he said.

With Liu Xiaoli's backer collapsed, Dou Qi thought this Immortal Residence could still be open?

Sooner or later, it will be sold at a low price, and now it is too disrespectful to send favors under the guise of apology.

"Since it's a business, let the shopkeeper make the decision." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Accepted? That means Dou Qiyi will be let go. Xu Maoxiu was a little surprised.

"Sister, isn't that Dou Qi cheap?" He frowned and said, "Everything was caused by him!"

Xu Bangchui and others were already ready to put Dou Qi in a sack into the river in the middle of the night.

"Recognizing mistakes can greatly improve things." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

This kind of words that make people feel gentle and safe no matter whether they are men or women, everyone in the room felt a little strange when they heard it at this moment.

This lady turns out to have such a bodhisattva-like heart, but she mostly acts like a Rakshasa.

Although he couldn't figure out why, Xu Maoxiu didn't ask again, but nodded.

"Okay, let's go with what my sister says," he said.

Shopkeeper Wu responded happily that in his opinion, the bigger the business, the better, not to mention that this was the compensation they deserved for suffering so much trouble.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at Li Dashao again, but Li Dashao still looked absent-minded.

"Look, I have another restaurant now." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "The Dou family's Zuifenglou can give you seventeen years, so can my two restaurants. It just depends on whether you dare to

."
To be continued...