At the beginning of spring, everything revives.
The spring scenery in Hangzhou is pleasant.
Spring is also blooming outside Hangzhou.
A piece of crisp and tough green grass has grown on the official road, which is originally yellow sand and thick soil. There are wild flowers of various colors on both sides of the road. The fragrance of flowers is filled with bees and butterflies everywhere. Above the head, spring birds return to the forest, thin clouds are bright, and there is gentleness outside the clouds. The sky is blue and the air is fresh and pleasant.
On the official road, merchants and farmers came and went in an endless stream.
Horse-drawn carriages, carts, and caravans formed a line.
It was no less deserted than the city.
There was a breath of life all along the road, and Lin Wanjie was among them. He was wearing linen clothes and a bamboo hat. He had a strong body and a silly face. There was nothing special about him except that he was taller.
Lin Wanjie was enjoying the fireworks. If he didn't have something important to worry about, he would have stopped by and silently looked at the ancient humanities.
It's a pity that since time travel, there are many things involved, and I have already become a part of the ancient landscape.
Although he is a time traveler, there is actually nothing special about him. At least until now, Lin Wanjie has not shown much difference.
At this moment, anyone who saw Lin Wanjie would regard him as an ordinary person who was stupid and taller than ordinary people.
Lin Wanjie wanted this effect. He was worried that his unusually strong body would attract attention. Even if he successfully killed the imperial envoy this time, the court would definitely receive a piece of information when investigating in the future - one of the killers was particularly strong. A very tall black man.
Then it would be too easy for him to be found.
After leaving Hangzhou, Lin Wanjie had to keep a low profile as much as possible.
It only takes three hours to travel ten miles from the west city gate.
This is the first post house entering Hangzhou city, and many people choose to rest here.
Especially when it's late at night and unable to enter the city.
It was already dusk when Lin Wanjie stood in front of the post house.
This was the busiest time in the inn, with guests coming and going in an endless stream, and soon someone inside was heard shouting that there were no rooms.
Lin Wanjie was thinking, in what capacity did he live here?
First of all, it is not clear when the imperial envoy will arrive. If he stays in the hotel directly, he may stay for seven or eight days.
Once you stay there for too long, you will attract attention, and because you are tall, you will be noticed more easily.
After thinking about it for a while, Lin Wanjie decided to apply for a job as a cook.
There are benefits to being a cook.
First, you can hide in the back kitchen and avoid the attention of many people.
Secondly, you can learn about the guests who come and go every day by cooking. As long as the imperial envoy comes, you should be able to find out.
At least it's more hidden than staying in a hotel directly.
Thinking about it, Lin Wanjie entered the post house and reached the counter.
"Hey!" The shopkeeper took a breath when he saw Lin Wanjie. Such a big man is still rare, and then said with a smile, "I'm sorry, there are no rooms today."
"I'm not here to stay in the hotel." Lin Wanjie said in a silly tone.
"You're not here to stay in the hotel? Then why are you here?"
"Does the boss need a cook? I know how to cook. I don't need any wages. I just want the boss to take care of the food."
"Let's go, I'm not short of cooks here."
"Boss, give it a try. I'm a good cook. I'm the chef of Yangzhou City Restaurant."
Lin Wanjie made up a random name, which aroused the boss's curiosity.
The shopkeeper put down his abacus, held his chin and looked at Lin Wanjie carefully. He thought that this fool looked the same, and he looked very honest when he spoke. Besides, who doesn't want their food to be better when opening a restaurant? And if he is the chef of a big restaurant, the reputation of the post house will be better in the future.
More importantly...
The current cook in the inn is the daughter of the owner.
What father wants his daughter to be a little cook?
The status of cooks in ancient times was too low. Let alone men, even if women were chefs, they would be laughed at.
The shopkeeper's daughter is already past the age of marriage. The reason why she hasn't gotten married is because she has been the cook all year round.
As soon as a thought flashed across his mind, the shopkeeper had his thoughts changed.
"Ahem!" The shopkeeper coughed lightly and said seriously, "You said you are the chef of a big restaurant, but you are not just talking about it. You have to show your skills to see if you have real skills."
"Yeah." Lin Wan nodded.
The busiest time has passed now. The guests have all eaten and gone back to their houses to sleep.
The shopkeeper called out to the waiter, asking him to keep an eye on the waiter, and then waved to Lin Wanjie: "Follow me."
Lin Wanjie followed the shopkeeper to the backyard. It was a square yard with a kitchen, a woodshed, and a stable. There was a well, a millstone, and an old donkey in the yard. It was very simple.
The kitchen was full of fire, and someone was cooking in it.
After a while, the fire went out, and a little cook ran out carrying a plate of simple fried vegetables.
Because I was in a hurry to serve the food, I just glanced at Lin Wanjie and then passed by.
When the little cook returned to the courtyard, the plate of vegetables in her hand was gone.
This little cook is wearing a turban, an apron, and linen clothes with short sleeves. The only decoration may be the silver hairpin that stabilizes the turban. Her facial features are quite delicate, her eyes are lively and lively, and she is a bit arrogant. She should have been a little beauty...
Perhaps because she had seen too many beauties, this little cook looked very plain in front of Lin Wanjie.
Both of them were born into peasant families, so Lin Wanjie subconsciously compared her with Jian Niang.
Jian Niang was the most beautiful woman Lin Wanjie had ever seen. She was impeccable in both facial features and figure. She was even inferior to Yu Jiaoer, the eldest lady, and the eldest lady.
How is there any comparison between this little cook?
After just one glance, Lin Wanjie lost interest.
"Dad, there are no more dishes." The little cook said neatly, clapped her little hands, and then stared at Lin Wanjie, "Dad, who is this person?"
"I heard that he is the chef of Yangzhou Restaurant and is here to apply for a job as a cook."
"Applying for a job as a cook?" The little cook's eyes widened, and then she frowned, "Our family is not short of cooks."
"It's time for you to rest and resume your normal life as a girl."
The little cook frowned, her face full of dissatisfaction: "I said that I like to be a cook, and I don't like to go through the needlework. Besides, this person is stupid, how can he look like a cook at all?"
"That's why I let him give it a try." The shopkeeper said, "Daughter, you said it yourself, as long as dad can find a better cook than you, you will be willing to give up. If this person really has that level, you can make the cook Are you willing to give up your seat?"
"Hmph!" the little cook snorted arrogantly, obviously very confident in her cooking skills, "Dad, you can't just find a cook to fool your daughter. It's not easy to convince your daughter. And in From my daughter’s perspective, even the chef of a big restaurant may not be better than my daughter.”
Lin Wanjie smiled: "Then let's try it."
