hide.

Where to hide is a question.

Fortunately, Xiaoyun also uses makeup to hide his identity. This kind of makeup is different from women's makeup, but is a method similar to disguise.

People who walk around the world know more or less disguised skills, but he knew an aunt named Tu a long time ago, so he became more advanced.

He originally had a human skin mask, but he had already thrown in the Divine Sword Villa.

However, he is confident that now, as long as he takes a piece of Lao Gong's clothes and buys some simple powder to apply on the surface, most people who have seen him will not recognize him.

These people were not familiar with his face - because they had never seen this humble man directly.

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Yuelai Inn.

There are round wooden tables on all sides of the lobby, and the tables are filled with various cold dishes and wine.

The inn was a very lively place and a place where you could easily find your whereabouts, but Xiaoyun came here.

"Have you heard that someone in the Liu Mansion attempted to behave badly to the young lady, and was arrested on the spot, but later fled."

"Yes, yes, I know, that man is said to be a manure collector."

“…”

"Is it Lao Gong, who collected manure in Nancheng? It seems that he has always been collecting manure in that area."

"No, it was a new apprentice he brought. Later, people from the Liu Mansion came to the door, but found that Lao Gong was dead in the house!"

"Ah, died in the house? Could it be that apprentice killed it?"

"I don't know this anymore. Maybe he was planning to abscond, kill Lao Gong, and steal his property as a means of confusion?"

"This kid is too vicious... You must catch this evil thief, parade in the streets, and behead him on the spot!"

Everyone gathered together, chatting around, and these people regarded the rumors and anecdotes in the city as a dish.

Of course, it is more interesting to use rumors of "rich families" like Liufu to make the current food and drinks.

Xiaoyun straightened her body, smiled, and walked into the door with a righteous attitude, and immediately a waiter came to greet him.

The waiter looked at this young man with beautiful eyebrows and extraordinary temperament and never wanted to treat him as a man who collected feces or molested the man, nor did he think that he was the "speaking Xiaoyun".

"Customer, what do you want to order?"

Xiaoyun said lightly: "I am here to be a chef. Can you ask your shopkeeper to come out?"

The waiter reluctantly smiled, looked at Xiaoyun's good opportunity over and over again, and finally said, "We don't lack cooks here, please... "

Xiaoyun said: "There is no shortage of cooks, but there is no good cook. Just ask your shopkeeper to come out."

There was no need for him to call, the shopkeeper had already walked over from the counter: "What's the matter?"

"Shopkeeper, this person wants to come here to be a chef."

The shopkeeper spoke very politely, and did not refuse directly, but just advised politely: "The customer is so young and powerful, and it's a pity to come to the shop. I'd better go somewhere else."

Xiaoyun only said, "You just let me cook a few dishes. If you think it's not good, it's not too late for me to leave, and you won't suffer any loss."

He rarely said a very long sentence to explain.

"What dishes can the guests cook so young?"

"Are all chefs who know how to cook are old-fashioned?"

The shopkeeper saw Xiaoyun's fearless and confident look, and hesitated for a moment, saying, "Okay, follow me to the kitchen."

The kitchen was smoky and the fire was booming. A master in a cloth clothes was stepping up cooking. In the cold winter, a little sweat came out of his head.

The shopkeeper said: "Old Huang, stop, what is the next dish? Let this guy try it."

The master replied: "The next dish...below is a plate of 'broken golden rice' for the customer."

Broken golden rice, that is, fried rice in eggs, can be made by every family and many people like to eat it. But the simpler the thing, the harder it is to make.

Because everyone can do it, how to surpass others has become a big problem.

The shopkeeper looked at Xiaoyun with a smile and said, "Little brother, you can always prepare a plate of crumbled gold rice, right?"

Xiaoyun didn't say much, but walked straight to the iron pot and took over the work from the master.

The shopkeeper also felt at ease. Even if the young man in front of him broke the iron pot, a simple plate of broken gold rice would not be too bad to eat, and would not let him smash his signature.

"Little brother, I'll go outside to greet guests first, hurry up..."

As soon as the shopkeeper said this, he couldn't continue to say the following words.

Because he saw Xiaoyun very quickly.

It was so fast that it was dazzling and dazzling that he could only see Xiaoyun's back of his hand and the blade in his hand dancing out, and it was difficult to chase his movements.

In just a few blinks, the chopped green onions were chopped and evenly placed on the cutting board. The eggs and cold rice were placed next to them, and the oil was also put into the pan, making a whisper.

The shopkeeper rubbed his eyes and couldn't believe that all this was done by Xiaoyun. In his impression, even the master who had been working in the kitchen for seven or eight years would not be so skillful and fast.

“This…this…this…”

The shopkeeper looked at the master. The master was still calm and wiped his hands on his clothes and said, "Doing fast does not necessarily mean doing well!"

Not long after, when the iron pot was swung, the yellow egg flowers mixed with rice grains fell into the plate together. It didn't seem like they were cooking, but were doing acrobatics.

The rice and egg flowers are clearly divided, and a hot white air swells upwards, lingering endlessly, and the fragrance lingers for ten miles.

Just looking at the external appearance, there is a wonderful meaning of "silver broken gold flying thousands of sand" rippling in it.

When cooking, it is important to have "color, fragrance, and taste". Regardless of the other side of this plate of crumbled gold rice, it has almost achieved the ultimate goal.

Xiaoyun took a deep breath of the fragrance, then handed the plate out and handed it to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper also smelled it gently, his face changed, and he immediately took it out and placed it in front of the guest.

The guest smelled the fragrance and his expression was slightly pleasant. He picked up the chopsticks and copied it. Seeing the loose egg flowers and rice grains, he couldn't help but feel his appetite.

The master of the kitchen also followed out and deliberately curled his lips, "It smells fragrant, but it may not be delicious!"

The guest had already put the first bite of fried rice into his mouth. He chewed it for a long time, suddenly put down his chopsticks and stopped eating.

"snort!"

The master hummed a sound from his nose, humming loudly, as if he was afraid that others would not hear it.

Unexpectedly, the guest grabbed the chopsticks again and sent the broken gold rice into his mouth with great force. While eating, he also said, "It's so delicious. I have never eaten such delicious broken gold rice!"

When he finished speaking, the people in the inn lobby looked at each other, some were surprised, some were confused, and some were disdainful.

But Xiaoyun didn't say a word and walked back to the kitchen.

He knew that no one would stop him in again this time.

And no one can find him anymore - as a chef, he doesn't need to show up at all. During the day, he cooks in the kitchen and rests in the inn at night. Who can guess that this person is the "die man Xiaoyun" who stirs up the discussions in the city?
Chapter completed!