Chapter 6 This is a restaurant, not a soup kitchen

Author: Ging Le

Chapter 6 This is a restaurant, not a soup kitchen

Aning walked to the well and took a basin of water to wash his hands and face. His fingers were slender and white, but the palms and the mouth of the tiger's mouth were covered with thick calluses. These were hands that were used to using weapons, and they were long swords.

A type of weapon with a long handle.

Jing Zhao locked the warehouse door, "Qing's husband and father..." he asked tentatively.

"Buried, both of them are buried in the back mountain."

Shang Shi Ji was at the foot of the mountain. Jing Zhao turned around subconsciously and saw a mountain of green pines and cypresses in the clear breeze and white clouds, but under almost every cypress tree there was a small bulging mound of soil.

He sighed very softly. I don't know how many people were buried on this mountain.

The so-called people's livelihood refers to the people who live a hard life on this land with blood and pain, with sorrow and whimpering. So Fan Zhongyan said: It is painful for the people to prosper, and it is painful for the people to die. It is pitiful that all these living beings have been lost in the long river of history, and there is no one.

Asking questions. Historians wrote lavishly about literati and politicians, either with eloquent praise or detailed records of their lives and deaths. However, they only spared every word for all living beings. Throughout history, during the four years of Emperor Qin's reign, the historians wrote

There are only three words scrawled thinly - World Epidemic.

Jing Zhao retracted his thoughts. It was difficult for him to survive now, so why did he have the right to complain? He shook his head and smiled at himself. He patted Aning on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Gu Jingzhao." Aning called him from behind.

"Ah?" Jing Zhao turned around blankly.

"Why don't you leave?" Aning said, his tone as calm as ever, "Everyone alive has left."

All the living people have left... It means that those who want to survive should also leave, and those who remain will only have a dead end.

Jing Zhao understood his voice-over, calmed his expression and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"You are not from Quan County, but you just stumbled into this famine-stricken place and encountered this plague." Jing Zhao said and felt sad: "You go, leave here and find a way to survive."

Aning's action of washing his face stopped momentarily. He looked up and saw that the towel that had not been wrung out was still dripping with water, and the water dropped into the clay basin, making a ticking sound.

"Gu Hei, do you think I wasted your food?" Jing Zhao couldn't avoid the young man's fiery gaze.

It's just... where did you start talking about this! When had he ever disliked him? Wasn't that what he started talking about?

Jing Zhao said: "Selfishly, of course I hope you can stay. But I also know that the current situation in Quan County is not optimistic. If there is no medicine, this place will soon become a village of the dead. But then again, the world is full of people.

, the epidemic is raging, where is it absolutely safe? If there is no medicine to cure the disease, you will not be able to escape death even if you leave Quan County."

"Oh." Aning thought for a moment, tilted his head and said, "So you think I'm wasting your food."

Jing Zhao: ...What a guy! It’s hard for people to not give you a kitchen knife with your understanding!

Jing Zhao smiled, with the attitude of coaxing a child: "No way, it's my honor that you are always willing to eat my cooking. I sincerely invite you to stay and give me more suggestions and opinions, so that I can become a good cook.

On the way to a higher level.”

He bent down and stretched out his hands in an inviting gesture, winking at the young man several times.

The corner of the young man's mouth moved inconspicuously, but his face was still cold and cold, "Gu Jingzhao, remember your promise to me, we will live together."

Jing Zhao laughed and nodded heavily in agreement.

Jing Zhao actually only confessed half of it to Aning. There was another more important reason why he didn't plan to leave. If he left now, he would have to bring the ingredients in the warehouse with him, but with so many ingredients swaying on the road, he would not leave Quan County.

Got robbed.

If you are being robbed, you might as well stay and run the restaurant, exchange the ingredients for good review coupons, and then use the good review coupons for medicinal materials, and you can solve the problem of the epidemic.

"Aning, I want to call all the people in Quan County who are still alive and have no food." Jing Zhao said. He calculated that it would be impossible for the six of them to exchange 500 praise coupons alone.

He has figured out how the system works. The more people eat the food he cooks and the more positive comments they give, the higher his supplies and health will be.

In a sense, the current environment of lack of food and clothing is beneficial to him.

"Gu Jingzhao, do you really think you can't finish all the ingredients?" Aning's frown was hiding something.

Jing Zhao narrowed his fox eyes slyly, smiled and nodded: "That's right."

Aning rolled his eyes fiercely, probably thinking he was crazy.

As Aning walked out, he thought: This person really can't withstand the ups and downs. Gu Jingzhao, who has been doing this for more than ten years, once he becomes enlightened, he wants to prove to everyone that he cares.

Jing Zhao is a cook! He is also an excellent cook.

Aning could understand his mentality. At worst, after eating all the ingredients, everyone would die together. But Gu Jingzhao finally proved himself, and the epitaph after his death could finally be written - the tomb of Gu Jingzhao, the best cook in Quan County

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Quan County is a village with 300 households, the third largest in Fujian and Yue. The terrain here is open, surrounded by Gaojing Mountain and Beiyou Mountain at the back, blocking the cold air from the north. The climate is mild and the land is fertile. There is a stream from

It flows between the two mountains, from Shangxi to Xiaxi, and then flows into the East China Sea from the mouth of Xiaxi.

There is a small hill in the middle of this stream. Although it is not big, it blocks the wind from the sea. This is why the village is divided into two halves. The area near the upper stream has a better climate and can grow more grain.

Big and full, Xiaxi is a bit worse.

Later, the number of people in the village gradually increased, and Shangxi gradually could no longer accommodate so many people, so they divided their families and drove away their relatives and foreigners to live in Xiaxi.

And because the clan in Zhaizi was named She's Anxi, the stream was named Anxi; people from Quanjun were also called Anxi people.

The original owner's surname was Gu, and he was an outsider. In the memory of the original owner inherited by Jing Zhao, he vaguely remembered that his family moved here to avoid a major war.

Our ancestors opened Shang Shiji in Xiaxi, which was the only restaurant in Xiaxi. But in the past few years after Jing Zhao took over, people in Xiaxi would rather walk a few miles to go to Shangxi to eat than set foot in

A half-step of Shangshu.

Therefore, Aning was knocking on the door of the first store, "Gu Jingzhao invites you to have dinner at Shang Shi Ji!"

"If I don't go, I won't go! If I'm poisoned to death by him, I'd rather starve to death!"

The second one: "Shang Shi Ji? Then Chef Gu started to harm people again?"

The third family: "My family is out of food. Go and tell him. They are from the neighbors. If he has extra food, he can share some with everyone. He really has no talent as a cook. Don't waste food."

Everyone had different opinions: "That's right, if Shang Shiji still has food, let him take it out and share it."

"They are all from the same village. How could he, Gu Jingzhao, hide his food secretly without saving his life?"

People around heard the noise and came out of their homes one after another. There was no harvest in the fields, and now there is a disease raging. Every family is having a hard time. Those who live on the remaining food at home, but there will always be a day when they run out of food.

, the only hope left for them is that the clan leader and the great witch can come up with a solution as soon as possible and pray to God to save them.

"Is there any medicine? Who has medicine to save my son? He is dying..."

"Gu Cook Ding is a cook, how can he have medicine? Besides, do you dare to take his medicine?"

"In my opinion, it's only right to let him take out all the food and share it with everyone."

Aning's face instantly turned cold. He slowly raised his head and glanced around the crowd. The chill in his eyes made the scene instantly quiet.

No one thought that this half-grown child could have such a deterrent effect, and the murderous aura he carried made people feel cold all over.

Aning said: "Shang Shi Ji does not distinguish between grains. If you want grain or not, you can eat. If you don't charge for food, you will be satisfied."
Chapter completed!