New Times Inn

    Feng Qing still doesn't know anything at this moment.

    She was hiding in the room making all kinds of sullen laughter.

    Hey hey, let the shop open, hehehe, let the shop open...

    Li Qi didn't know what happened in the room.

    He is making dumplings in the kitchen.

    As an outsider, Li Qi has an obsession with dumplings, but he has never made dumplings. This is his first time.

    While making dumplings, he listened to Chu Chang drunkenly say next to him: "Oh, I didn't expect you to make dumplings."

    His eyes pointedly glanced at Chu Changzui, who was not as tall as the stove.

    "I, I will do a lot of things too!" Chu Changzui said angrily, "I can even touch the stove even on a stool!"

    Li Qi and Chu Changzui like to quarrel with each other the most. This may be their unique process of communicating emotions, but this time, Chu Changzui really felt that he was greatly offended .

    He said to Li Qi angrily, "It's just that you can cook amazingly! It's just that you can make dumplings! It's your first time making dumplings, isn't it? How about we make a bet? ?"

    "What bet?" Li Qi said.

    "We'll see if your dumplings are delicious! If the customer says it's not delicious, then I win, if the customer says it's delicious, then you win!"

    "Okay, what to bet?" Li Qiyi slapped the table and turned to ask Chu Changzui.

    "Just bet..." He suddenly looked at Chu Changzui, "You got some small things recently, right?"

    Chu Changzui was shocked.

    He looked calm on the surface, but in fact he asked in a turbulent heart, "How do you know?"

    As Li Qi said, Chu Changzui did get a little something recently.

    Some rare things in Miaojiang.

    A Gu needle.

    This is the sacred object of the Miaojiang Five Poison Religion. It was a gift that Chu Changzui once helped a Five Poison Religion member. It's just that Chu Changzui didn't know how Li Qi knew about it.

    But the words have already been said here, and Chu Changzui naturally cannot admit defeat.

    "Okay, then it's settled." Finally, Chu Changzui said.

    Feng Qing was smiling sinisterly upstairs. At this time, Anhuo Shaxi walked up to her, then blinked and told her, "The shopkeeper, I'm done!"

    "What?" Feng Qing jumped down when she was happy, "You got that guy out?"

    "Well!" Anhuo Sahi said happily.

    "Good job." Feng Qing stepped forward and touched Anhuo Shaxi's head, "I will reward you with a big drumstick tonight!"

    "Hehehe." An Huoshaxi laughed, and Feng Qing looked at her and laughed together.

    "Hey hey hey..."

    The whole inn echoed with the strange laughter of two people, which was like a ghost, terrifying.

    "What the **** is going on?" Zhang San was squatting at the door, very anxious.

    He looked at the man as if he was about to leave, and almost wanted to throw himself into the trebuchet, and his whole person was full of tears.

    No, it's not easy to have such an opportunity to meet. As a spy, every opportunity for Zhang San to meet his colleagues is very precious, so his expression now is heartbroken.

    However, just as he tried to climb the wall again...

    Zhang San suddenly noticed that two men seemed to have suddenly passed by on the table in the far left corner.

    The two men sat on the table, and then sat on the seat where Zhang San was supposed to go.

    Zhang San frowned.

    It's a little weird.

    As the bottom layer of the magic sect, Zhang San knows a lot of things that others don't.

    Because many people don't take him seriously, Zhang San can get a lot of news based on this method.

    For example, one of the two people sitting there always felt familiar.

    It seems to be the brother-in-law of a demon elder or something.

    The reason why Zhang San is so familiar with this person is that he was kicked out by this person once when he was eating in the house because he was not pleasing to the eye.

    This person doesn't usually appear in front of others, but Zhang San has a fresh memory of him because of the previous incident, so he recognized him at a glance.

    "That's not right." He frowned, "Why is this nasty guy here?"

    "Wait, if this person is the one who connected with me, then there is no reason for him to be here..."

    The next second, Zhang San stared at a few people at that table and started chatting.

    A group of them even ordered a pot of wine and chatted while drinking.

    Zhang San looked at him, and a terrible thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

    Wait, don’t you say…

    "The shopkeeper, you see that person is there." An Huoshaxi took Feng Qing to the window and looked down.

    "Why is he still standing there?" Feng Qing frowned, "It's been almost three hours, right?"

    "Yes." Anhuoshahi said innocently.

    Feng Qing suddenly felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.

    She coughed lightly, pretending not to care at all and asking, "That guy should have a place to go tonight, right?"

    "It shouldn't be there, the shopkeeper." An Huo Shaxi said happily, "He might freeze to death tonight!"

    An Huo Shahi thought that her obedient answer would make the shopkeeper happier, but after she finished speaking, the shopkeeper rushed out.

    "Hey, where are you going, the shopkeeper?" Anhuo Shaxi shouted towards the door, "Don't leave me alone! Take Anhuo Shaxi with you!"

    Feng Qing finally came downstairs. When she was about to reach Zhang San, she suddenly slowed down and felt a little uneasy.

    Her store finally kicked one out, and she hasn't arrived for a long time yet, and she actually wants to invite someone back, always feeling like she's madly slapping herself in the face.

    Feng Qing arrived in front of Zhang San, forcibly broke his anxious look into a casual one, and then pretended to pass by his eyes without caring. People can't see the slightest flaw.

    And Zhang San obviously noticed Feng Qing at this moment.

    He had a lost look on his face, and that expression made everyone who saw him feel the urge to comfort him.

    After Feng Qing saw Zhang San's expression again, her inner regret and guilt almost engulfed her.

    She is like orz in her heart.

    God, what did she do, how could she let a person show such an expression.

    You will never go to heaven after this.

    Feng Qing still wanted to move forward, and when he was about to turn back and think about countermeasures, he suddenly heard Zhang San's voice behind him.

    "The shopkeeper, please wait."

    What? Feng Qing was shocked.

    "I have something to say to you, I hope you will listen."

    Feng Qing's heart beats to one hundred and eight every minute.

    It's over, with his terrifying and serious tone, if he knelt down with a plop and begged Feng Qing to let him live in his inn, what should Feng Qing do?

    She's just a child, why put her through this?

    In the inn at this moment, Li Qi and Chu Changzui were aiming at a customer who had just ordered dumplings.

    "Is that the dumplings they ordered at that table?" Li Qi said slowly, "It's really tasteful."

    "Cut." Chu Changzui rolled his eyes, "It looks like he's still a disciple of the Diancang sect. The Diancang sect is really not as good as a generation."

    The two guests at that table were chatting while waiting for dumplings. One of the guests said, "Why did you suddenly remember to eat dumplings today?"

    "Hey, haven't I wandered outside for so long, and suddenly realized that the winter solstice is approaching." The man sighed, "I don't know if I will be able to relax on the winter solstice day, so I eat dumplings first. , so as not to eat that day."

    "It's not easy for anyone in Jianghu." His friend said with emotion.

    "That's not right." The customer who ate the dumplings sighed for a long time, but suddenly laughed.

    "However, I have eaten dumplings so many times, but none of them can compare to the **** mother made for me."

    "Your mother made it for you?" His friend thought for a while, then nodded his head of course, "That's natural, no matter how delicious the dumplings are, how can there be relatives? Is it delicious that your mother made?"

    "That's true." The guest nodded with a smile.

    "How can it be better than what my mother made?"

    …

    Feng Qing listened to what Zhang San said to him behind him with a deadly expression.

    "The shopkeeper! Your kindness, I will never forget it in my life! Your inn is the best inn in the world!"

    —In fact, at that time, Feng Qing should have asked the guest if there was something wrong with his brain.

    But unfortunately, she was so frightened that she forgot.

    That Zhang San almost knelt down to Feng Qing, but he was not begging to let him go back.

    He was simply praising Feng Qing's great kindness.

    After listening forcibly for five minutes, Feng Qing returned to the inn in despair, feeling that the magic sound just hovered in his ears.

    No.

    I have worked so hard, and the guys at the inn have also worked so hard.

    Why?

    And is that guy crazy? Obviously kicked him out, why is he so happy?

    Why? what is this?

    Feng Qing walked into the inn in despair.

    Her soul has flown into the air, and her tears are buried in her heart.

    She just wandered around aimlessly, and finally, turned into the kitchen.

    Then.

    Feng Qing happened to see a pot of dumpling meat filling on the case.

    She suddenly became wicked.

    It is useless to make the store look poor and stingy, and it is useless to make the guest feel that the inn has no humanity.

    What else can she do now?

    Feng Qing turned his head and suddenly saw the seasoning jar next to the chopping board.

    Row by row, neatly placed there.

    There are chicken essence, salt, sugar, pepper and so on.

    There is a way!

    Feng Qing flew over, grabbed a can of seasoning, and frantically sprinkled it into the minced meat.

    A murmur like a curse reverberated throughout the kitchen.

    "Let you eat, hehe, let you eat, hehe, let you not give us bad reviews, let you not give us bad reviews..."

    A whole jar of pepper powder was sprinkled into the meat by Feng Qing.

    While sprinkling and stirring, the jar of pepper finally disappeared into the meat filling.

    Let's taste the wrath of pepper! Feng Qing thought.

    —As we all know, pepper is very irritating and terrible, and it is a huge test for human lacrimal glands and nose.

    This feeling is right, Feng Qing laughed again.

    At that time, the guest who was stimulated by pepper will definitely give them a bad review, hehe.

    …

     Outside the inn, the news that Li Qi and Chu Changzui made a bet suddenly spread.

    The two of them thought about it for a while, and felt that Feng Xiruo's big mouth should have said it.

    This guy Feng Xiruo has nothing to do all day.

    Not only the guys in the inn were all gathered there, but many guests were secretly looking there.

    It seems that the whole inn looks at it, and the only person who knows nothing about this is the person at the table in the game.

    "Are the dumplings ready?" Chu Changzui asked.

    "Okay, it's just cooked." Anhuo Sahi said.

    "Where's that guy Li Qi?"

    "He said it doesn't make sense to see the result, so he didn't come."

    "Cut." Chu Chang said with dissatisfaction, "This guy likes to pretend at times like this."

    Feng Xiruo went to the kitchen to bring out the dumplings, and then placed them in front of the guests at the table with a look of excitement.

    The guest picked up the chopsticks, and everyone watched his every move.

    "Let's see how this guy makes dumplings." Chu Chang said intoxicated.

    "How?" One of the guests at the table watched his other partner take a bite of the dumpling.

    The companion was silent.

    "Why, I said he must have done something bad?" Chu Changzui said to the people beside him.

    "Is it bad?" The guest at the table smiled and said, "I know it may not be as delicious as your mother's cooking, but it shouldn't be too bad, if it is really good If it’s too bad, then we have to look for the cook and ask him exactly…”

     Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped.

    The entire inn fell silent.

    The room suddenly fell into a strange silence.

    Because everyone sees—