"Shopkeeper Ding, wait!"
"Young Master, I wonder if there is anything else you can do?"
Cook Ding walked halfway and turned back. He was confused and didn't know why the young man called him. Although he was nervous, his bean-sized eyes were narrowed, the corners of his mouth were grinning to both sides, and there was a constant smile on his face.
Jingzhou smiled and said: "There is one more thing I need to trouble Shopkeeper Ding. Shopkeeper Ding has been operating in Songhai City for many years and is very familiar with the situation in the city. I also need to trouble Shopkeeper Ding to help me find a place with a good location, good scenery and Feng Shui." In a first-class place, money is not an issue. Of course, after the work is completed, Shopkeeper Ding’s remuneration will naturally be indispensable.”
Cook Ding scratched the back of his head with his left hand, then patted his chest and said, "What's the matter? It turns out that I'm looking for a house. You must have found the right person. Who in Songhai City doesn't know that I, Fatty Ding, have the most friends? Fatty, I I have been cooking in this city for many years, and I have a very good understanding of the various situations in this city. I will find a satisfactory place for you!"
"That way I'll thank Chef Ding in advance." Jingzhou signaled, and the puppet behind him took out another piece of gold and placed it in front of Chef Ding.
"Oh, Master, you are too polite." Cook Ding said his words of refusal, but his hand fell on the piece of gold, and in the blink of an eye he kicked him in the waist.
"Hehe, according to me, Fatty, this plan is quite correct. Songhai City is one of the largest cities in the Seven Kingdoms. Not only is it extremely prosperous, but the scenery is also beautiful. This man, after arriving here, has no intention of leaving. Fatty I just lived here for decades~"
"Sir, why is this happening? Do we have to live in Songhai City in the future?" Da Siming looked at Cook Ding playfully. This fat man seemed to be greedy for money, but in fact he was thoughtful and meticulous in his work.
Jingzhou smiled and said, "Shopkeeper Ding is fine now, so I won't disturb you anymore."
"Hey, don't bother me. If you need anything, sir, just call me Fatty! Fatty, I like to help the most!" Pao Ding said, and reluctantly moved his legs away, but his ears moved. He moved, wanting Jingzhou and the two to say something.
This member of the Yin Yang family has always been extremely mysterious and has little contact with the world. How could he plan to buy a house in Songhai City for no reason?
As far as he knew, there were many members of hundreds of families hiding in Songhai City. If another Yin Yang family came, then Songhai City would not be as lively as usual.
Jing Zhou smiled and looked at Cook Ding's slightly tilted ears, and said to Da Siming: "Don't you think the place where you and I lived before was a little inappropriate?"
Da Siming asked doubtfully: "Isn't it appropriate?"
Jingzhou smiled again and said, "I forgot that you are different from me. I became a monk halfway, but you grew up in a Yin-Yang family since childhood and have adapted to every plant and tree of the Yin-Yang family."
"In these troubled times, there are not many places like Songhai City that are free from war and have beautiful scenery..."
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Confucianism
Xiaoshengxianzhuang
A tall building is built near the sea.
On the top floor, two people sat opposite each other, with a chess game in the middle.
The man with the long beard on the left was holding a white chess piece, staring at the chessboard and thinking undecidedly, when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps behind him.
"Meet the leader, Second Master."
"Oh, what's the matter?"
"The news came from my disciples that the group has arrived at Shanhai City and stayed at an inn."
Fu Nian hesitated and asked, "Junior brother, what do you think?"
Yan Lu said with a smile: "The other party sent a black swordsman to deliver the greeting card, which is not disrespectful and shows strength. However, since the other party is visiting as a national advisor of the Qin State, it must be more joy than sorrow."
Fu Nian nodded, "Junior brother also thinks that it is time for my Confucian family to be born at this time?"
Yan Lu said: "Senior brother, whether you are born or not is not up to you and me. Besides, it will only be a matter of time for the two disciples of my uncle's sect to be born sooner or later."
Fu Nian dropped another chess piece and said nothing.
He was still a little unhappy with Xun Kuang, his uncle. As the most senior Confucian, he was keen on Legalism.
Especially for his two apprentices, Fu Nian sometimes didn't know whether Han Fei and Li Si were Confucian disciples.
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The next day, as soon as Jingzhou and Da Siming came downstairs, they saw Fatty Ding preparing delicious food and placing it on the table.
"Sir, please try it. I've changed the flavors for you today, butter sesame rolls, assorted suede dishes, lotus thousand-layer cake..."
"Hahaha, it's delicious and delicious. Thank you so much, shopkeeper Ding."
I saw exquisite plates placed on the table, with delicate snacks stacked in a flower shape on the plates. There were also two cups of hot tea beside the plates.
Jingzhou first took a sip of tea, then picked up a piece of snack and put it in his mouth. By the way, he picked up another piece and brought it to Da Siming. He smiled and said, "You should try it too. This snack is much more delicious than the ones in Xianyang." ”
Chef Ding's cooking skills are so superb that even a person like Jing Zhou, who doesn't have much interest in food, wants to stay in this inn for a few more days and taste more of Chef Ding's dishes.
"My Healing Game"
Da Siming acted like a daughter, covering his face with his hands, raising his red lips, holding the pastry in his mouth, chewing it slowly, and it took a while to finish the pastry.
Although she is ruthless and murderous, she is still a girl, and it is inevitable that she will reveal her softer side in front of unsuspecting people.
Seeing another guest coming, Azhong immediately greeted him and said with a smile: "Objectively, our inn is no longer welcoming guests, so you should please come back."
"We're not welcoming guests anymore? What are you doing with the door open if you're not welcoming guests?" Zimu was sent to an inn, and he was already very angry. When he heard Azhong's words, how could he look good on him?
Azhong apologized: "I'm really sorry for being objective. Our store has been booked by that noble man." After saying that, he pointed towards the window.
"Hmph, so what! Go and call your shopkeeper, and tell him that the future... future... future Master Zimu of Confucian Little Sage Village has something important to do with him!"
He Zimu is going to do big things in the future, and it is extremely difficult for him to deign to come to a small place at this time. If he never sees the innkeeper again, wouldn't it be too much!
"Wait here objectively, I'm going to report to the shopkeeper right now." Hearing that the little fat man said that he was a Confucian, Azhong stopped refusing.
Confucianism has always advocated that "a gentleman cooks far away". There is no kitchen building in Little Sage Village. Daily meals and meals are provided by an inn. Confucianists can be said to be the biggest customers of their inn!
Seeing Azhong's cautious look, Zimu clasped his hands behind his back and nodded. A rare smile appeared on his face, and he said arrogantly: "You have some eyes. You know that I am not easy to mess with, Master Zimu, so I won't talk to you today." Just worry about it, otherwise...ah!..."
