43 Chapter 43 (Second Update) Amitabha, well done, well done!

Chapter 43 Amitabha, well done, well done!

Wang Sumo got off the hammock and saw Bai Cen holding Weiwu in his arms, sitting under a tree. One knee was slightly bent, and he leaned against the tree trunk, looking tired and asleep.

If you look closely, you can see fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

The work of serving dishes and washing dishes at noon alone shouldn't have exhausted a person like this.

Wang Sumo: "..."

Wang Sumo then recalled yesterday.

"Master, if the old master and Master He start fighting, I have two plans. First, let them chase me together; if they chase me, they won't be able to fight each other. Second, if they really want to fight and stop chasing me, I'll drive the Eight Treasures Pavilion away and prevent them from destroying it."

Judging from Bai Cen's appearance, could it be that while she was leisurely lying in the hammock asleep, he first took the old man and Master He on a trip, then hurriedly took over the Eight Treasures Pavilion, and then drove the Eight Treasures Pavilion on another trip?

Wang Sumo: (⊙o⊙)…

It seems that this is the only explanation.

Furthermore, the Eight Treasures Pavilion has indeed been moved.

She was sleeping so soundly...

Wang Sumo looked up and saw the old master watering the flowers and plants in the small garden on the first floor of Bazhenlou. Suddenly, she remembered Bai Cen, which the old master had planted in her dream. Wang Sumo went up to him and asked, "Were you stretching your muscles with Master He again just now?"

She asked the question tactfully.

At this point, the old man got angry. Without even putting down the watering can, he pointed the spout at Bai Cenchao, who was leaning against a tree and asleep a little distance away, and complained to Wang Sumo, "That kid, he runs so fast, I can't even catch up with him! I wonder if he's a rabbit in disguise!"

really……

She was right.

Bai Cen first led the old man and Master He on a breathless run around; then the two old men realized what was happening and ignored him, so he rode away in the Eight Treasures Pavilion to hide. Once the storm had passed, he sat under a tree to rest and fell asleep while holding 'Weiwu'.

It has to be said that such dedication was well worth the extra chicken leg she had given him earlier.

The man and the dog, looking at their appearances, it's hard to say who is more down on their luck than the other.

It's quite harmonious.

"Let him sleep for a while," Wang Sumo said gently.

The old man continued watering the plants while muttering to himself as before, but Wang Sumo could sense that there was more fulfillment and liveliness in his mutterings, because there was the ever-gentle Master He and Bai Cen, who was a pushover but could also solve problems.

A simple table was set up in the courtyard on the first floor, and Wang Sumo went to the carriage to fetch a brush and ink.

While grinding ink, I listened to the birds chirping along the forest path, feeling completely at ease.

"What are you writing, girl?" The old man came down from the second floor after watering the flowers.

The second floor of Bazhenlou also has a flower-growing space, just like the first floor. It's a separate plug-in plant that can be easily removed. The old man takes great care of his flowers and plants, looking after them better than anything else.

They need to be watered at this time every day, except for the two hottest months of the year when they are watered in the morning and evening.

“It’s a job posting,” Wang Sumo said truthfully.

Just as the ink was almost ready, Wang Su dipped the tip of his brush in ink and lightly dabbed a line in the corner of the paper. That was it.

Wang Sumo slowly wrote the words "Recruitment Announcement" in regular script.

"Do we need to hire more people?" To the old man, the fact that two people had suddenly arrived at Bazhenlou was already more than enough compared to the previous situation where only he and Wang Sumo were scrambling to keep up.

Wang Sumo, of course, understood what the old man meant. She dipped her brush in ink again and began to write, saying, "Grandpa, I'd like to hire a sous chef. Someone who can kill chickens and ducks, and also chop and prepare vegetables."

The old man was taken aback. "Bai Cen is quite capable too."

The old man's protectiveness towards Bai Cen was probably because he was afraid Wang Sumo would find him clumsy.

Wang Sumo smiled and said, "He's good at odd jobs and helping out, but chickens and ducks are more agile than him, so you can't count on him for things like chopping vegetables."

That's true...

The old man still insisted, "I'll take him with me."

Wang Sumo said gently, "Would that take too much of your energy? I'm looking for someone skilled at killing chickens, ducks, and fish, with good knife skills, who can make cold dishes, and also know how to chop and prepare vegetables, someone who can do a whole series of tasks in the kitchen. Let Xiaobai help you set up the table, wash dishes, serve food, and take orders. Maybe we can even grow our own vegetables in the future!"

The old man's eyelids drooped slightly. "No planting!"

The old man cherishes his flowers and plants very much!

Wang Sumo leaned closer and said sincerely, "Grandpa, just plant two clumps of spinach~"

Old man: →_→

Wang Sumo narrowed down the search area again, "Just place it next to those six ornamental crucian carp, and put two flowerpots in it. Cover it with some parchment paper, and see if it can be grown in the fall and winter?"

The old man was furious. "What, do you have to grow spinach?"

Wang Sumo nodded, "It has to be spinach..."

Wang Sumo leaned closer, "Grandpa, don't you want to see the show? Is it really true that eating spinach can restore your inner strength? If we have to wait until next year, it will be too late."

The old man had a big headache.

But nothing could stop Wang Sumo's desire to watch the excitement.

"Let him water it himself and watch over it himself." That means he's given in.

Wang Sumo smiled and lowered his head, continuing to write the "Job Posting"—"We are now recruiting a sous chef for Bazhenlou Restaurant. The job is to kill chickens, ducks, and fish every day, cut and prepare vegetables, and cook basic dishes. The requirements are to be skilled with a knife, have solid knife skills, be flexible and adaptable, and those with experience will be given priority."

Wang Sumo looked at it again and nodded in satisfaction.

"Grandpa, hang it up." Wang Sumo handed it to the old man, who took it but was not very happy to go upstairs. Hanging it upstairs would be conspicuous, and passersby would be able to see it.

After hanging up the dishes, the old man went to attend to other matters. Just then, Master He finished tidying up the dishes and chopsticks and came out. He looked up and saw the job posting for the sous chef.

“Master He.” Wang Sumo saw him stop and look at him.

Grandpa He chuckled, "So fast?"

Wang Sumo nodded, "With an extra sous chef to help out, the cooking and serving speed will be much faster. Perhaps we can cook an extra table at noon and in the evening without being too tired. I want to invite more people like Old Madam Lu and Deadly Dragon Tiger Blade."

Old Master He stroked his beard and nodded knowingly, "The more people, the more lively it is."

Wang Sumo then asked, "Old Master, besides the sous chef, is there anything else the Eight Treasures Restaurant is lacking?"

He had indeed thought about it, and truthfully replied, "Accountant."

Accounting office?

Wang Sumo smiled slightly; she had indeed thought about this before.

Neither she nor the old man wanted to manage the accounts; the mere thought of the ledgers gave them a headache.

I might as well just ignore everyone!

As long as there's enough money to go upstairs at Bazhenlou, she and the old man don't really care how much they charge, or rather, they don't want to care.

All she wanted to do was cook well and find the right seasonings.

The old man doesn't care about the accounts at all; all the money is kept in his possession, and he avoids it whenever he sees it.

Master He continued, "Girl, with an accountant, you can delegate many things to the accountant."

Master He's words had a hidden meaning.

Wang Sumo: (⊙o⊙)…

“A good accountant can steer the Eight Treasures Pavilion and also mitigate risks. There’s no need to rush to find an accountant; finding a good one is like finding a guiding light.” After Old Master He finished speaking, Wang Sumo seemed to have grasped a little bit of what he meant, yet he also seemed to understand only vaguely.

Master He asked, "Who's keeping the accounts at Bazhenlou now?"

Wang Sumo: "Nobody's doing it."

Master He: "..."

Master He coughed lightly, clenching his fist. "Few people, and the daily accounts are simple, it's alright."

But Master He still asked, "Is it enough?"

Master He had once managed the vast Qingyun Manor and knew that if the manor had difficulty with cash flow, it would face numerous challenges.

At this point, Wang Sumo added politely yet respectfully, "It was alright. I managed to steal some from Qingyun Manor before leaving..."

Old Master He almost burst out laughing.

Wang Sumo was right, He Huai'an gave a lot...

Wang Sumo sighed softly, "Then I'll write another job posting for an accountant and hang it up together. Old man, could you please give me your opinion?"

Master He nodded.

Once the second job posting was also uploaded, Wang Sumo clapped his hands and suddenly felt that maybe they could recruit people soon.

Previously, when recruiting guards and general laborers, the post was submitted on the first day, and Bai Cen arrived on the second day.

Maybe this time we won't even have to wait until the next day...

Wang Sumo looked up at the job posting again, smiled with satisfaction, and went back to the kitchen to prepare dinner in advance.

The rice steamer at Bazhenlou wasn't big enough, so the rice from lunchtime was only enough for lunchtime. Xiaobai and Grandpa He had already washed the rice, and Wang Sumo had washed the rice. The work of cooking rice for dinner would begin from there.

"Get up, you brat!"

I also heard the old man call out from afar.

Wang Sumo saw Bai Cen stretch and yawn through the kitchen window, indicating that he had woken up.

After waking up, I played with "Weiwu" for a while.

Weiwu is still young, but he walks too fast and slips when he tries to run.

He really is a little puppy.

It's also cute and fierce. When Bai Cen teases it, it tries to bite Bai Cen's trouser leg.

Bai Cen sighed, "They really are watchdogs!"

Weiwu, dissatisfied, continued to bark twice in a childish voice, but the barking sounded like a spoiled child.

Bai Cen carried it back to the carriage to prevent it from running away.

Once things get busy, no one will notice it.

It was already pitch black, and it became even more unbearable to see after dark.

"Play by yourself, be good. I'll come see you later after I finish work." Bai Cen patted Weiwu's head. Weiwu tilted its head and looked at him, as if trying to remember the meaning of each word, but it was too young, or the time they spent together was too short, so it couldn't remember.

Bai Cen turned and left. Wei Wu glanced at him twice, then tried to stand up by putting his two little paws on his head and wagging his tail.

But it was unsuccessful.

It was still too small, so it could only quietly curl up in the corner and let out two soft "woofs"...

After a brief period of "tranquility," Bazhenlou resumed its previous busy schedule.

Take the old man up to the second floor, turn over the "Closed" sign, hang it up, and open for business!

Master He set out teapots, teacups, plates, bowls, and chopsticks on each table in advance.

Bai Cen greeted the guests one by one and then led them to their respective seats in the Bazhenlou restaurant.

No matter how busy they are, Bazhenlou can only seat three tables at the moment. The customers who haven't been able to get a table are still disappointed, but they all know the rules of Bazhenlou. Or, someone next to them who also missed out tells them the rules of Bazhenlou: only three tables are available for each meal.

On the bright side, look up and you'll see that Bazhenlou has also hired a sous chef and an accountant, hasn't it?

This is fantastic news!

Those who travel the world have heard of Bazhenlou to some extent, and know that besides the head chef and the owner, there is only one old man at Bazhenlou; now that the sous chef and accountant are in place, Bazhenlou may double its price from three tables per meal.

No matter where the martial arts world is, Bazhenlou will always be there.

One day I'll get a turn.

All three tables were full, and everyone from the kitchen to the waiters was busy.

Ordering, cooking, serving—by the second round, Bai Cen and Grandpa He seemed to have already adapted to the rhythm of Bazhenlou and were enjoying themselves.

The old man was stern and unsmiling, but the old man was gentle and refined. Bai Cen was talkative and could ask about anything and say a few words about anything. Each diner had a few stories about the world, which Bai Cen told to Wang Sumo who was cooking. This satisfied Wang Sumo's curiosity, which she loved to watch but couldn't because she was in the kitchen.

They can even embellish the story, making it vivid and convincing.

Wang Sumo felt that he was more than capable of being a storyteller!

Finally, everyone finished their work and breathed a sigh of relief as they stretched.

Although it's still three tables per meal, Wang Sumo discussed it with the old man, and the number of tables didn't increase, but each table had one more meal. It's alright, with Bai Cen and Grandpa He helping out, they can manage.

"Hey, boss, do you want to go to the town up ahead?" Bai Cen asked from the side while washing the dishes.

As the last rays of the setting sun fell on the windowsill, Wang Sumo said softly, "It's so late already. It will take another hour or two to walk. This Bazhenlou is such a big place. Even if we pack it up, it's still difficult to walk at night."

Wang Sumo was used to playing it safe.

Bai Cen quietly volunteered, "My driving skills should be much more reliable than the old man's."

"How much is 'many'?" Wang Sumo asked.

"Far ahead."

Wang Sumo found it both amusing and exasperating, "So lacking in modesty?"

Xiao Bai said sincerely, "I've already been modest, really."

Wang Sumo was both amused and exasperated. "What exactly does your sect study?"

Bai Cen paused, then sighed, "I've learned so much, even in terms of speaking skills."

Wang Sumo burst out laughing.

Bai Cen smiled and said, "I've gone out to help."

With Bai Cen around, the Eight Treasures Pavilion seemed much more lively.

As soon as Bai Cen went out, the old man came in, muttering, "Smooth-tongued!"

Wang Sumo laughed, "No matter how I look at it, you clearly like the old man very much."

Master He also lifted the curtain and entered, adding, "Old Qu likes him very much; this guy is quite interesting."

As they were talking, Bai Cen's voice came from outside the Eight Treasures Restaurant, "Excuse me, gentlemen, the Eight Treasures Restaurant is closed for the day and will not be open for business."

My view was blocked, so I didn't know what was happening outside.

The signs advertising business have all been taken down, leaving only the recruitment sign. Anyone familiar with Bazhenlou should know its rules, so Bai Cen wouldn't have given such a special reminder.

It must be because I encountered someone who didn't want to reason with me.

Sure enough, "We haven't eaten yet, why are we stopping work?"

Inside and outside the Eight Treasures Pavilion, Bai Cen and Wang Sumo, along with Old Master He and Master He, were all stunned.

Judging from his deep, resonant voice, without any unnecessary embellishment, he must be a tough nut to crack...

Inside the kitchen, Wang Sumo, Old Master Qu, and Master He looked at each other in bewilderment.

Outside the Eight Treasures Restaurant, Bai Cen smiled gently and said politely, "I'm sorry, sirs, the Eight Treasures Restaurant only serves three tables per meal. We are closed for today, and the owner is not cooking anymore. Please come back earlier next time."

The other party replied, "I don't care if it's Eight Treasures Pavilion or Nine Treasures Pavilion."

Upon hearing this, Bai Cen's smile gradually faded.

Wang Sumo lifted the curtain, and from the side, she could see outside.

It was a middle-aged man in a purple robe, carrying an old monk on his back. The old monk seemed to have a problem with his legs.

As he put away his smile, Bai Cen looked at the two of them and felt increasingly that he had seen them somewhere before. Then, Bai Cen's brows relaxed slightly. He remembered the purple-robed man he had bumped into when he and his employer went to Lake Town to buy vegetables earlier that day.

"It's you?" Bai Cen asked in surprise.

The other person was also taken aback for a moment, but soon they must have recognized him as well.

It's no coincidence that we met.

On Zhao Tong's back, De Yuan put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Benefactor Zhao, why don't you just not eat? Why force someone?"

As soon as Deyuan finished speaking, Bai Cen was about to reply, "Master is right," but before he could open his mouth, he heard Zhao Tong's deep and practiced voice, "Bullshit!"

Deyuan had a headache. "Amitabha."

Zhao Tong said coldly, "Since it's not open for business, there's no need for the Eight Treasures Pavilion to exist anymore."

Because of Carp Town, he originally disliked things with the words "Eight Treasures Pavilion," "Eight Formations Pavilion," and "Eight Righteous Pavilion," thinking they were just another group of swindlers.

But for the old man in the kitchen, this was no small matter!

The old man was furious about the disruption and turned to leave. Luckily, Wang Sumo reacted quickly and grabbed the old man's sleeve. Otherwise, if the old man had rushed out, he could have easily cleaved the other man in two with his Cloud-Piercing Mountain-Splitting Hand.

Wang Sumo shook his head: "Grandpa!"

The old man was furious when Master He said gently, "Old Qu, calm down, I'll go."

Wang Sumo nodded, and Old Master He was naturally at ease, at least more at ease than if the old man had gone out and dismembered the person.

Lao Qu was furious, but with Lao He around, he was afraid that if Lao He went out, he would directly pierce through the clouds and shatter the mountains.

Outside the Eight Treasures Restaurant, Zhao Tongzheng stood with an icy expression, saying, "Let your boss come out and see if she'll even acknowledge me."

Bai Cen: "Our boss doesn't meet people casually."

Zhao Tong frowned, then suddenly asked, "Is she an ugly monster?"

Wang Sumo: "???"

Wang Sumo: "!!!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Girl, girl!" This time it was the old man's turn to be nervous. He grabbed her sleeve, otherwise Wang Sumo would have rushed out with the kitchen knife.

But Wang Sumo still went out, and in the end, Lao Qu followed him out.

And so, everyone left. Old Qu suddenly felt that it would have been better if he had just split the two of them apart with one palm!

Wang Sumo paused for a moment, then suddenly recognized the person as the one in purple whom she had bumped into that morning.

Having been in the wrong first, Wang Sumo's previous momentum suddenly vanished by half.

But the other party was unyielding, saying, "Either cook, or die."

The two old men: "..."

Then:"!!!"

[So arrogant, so incredibly arrogant! I just want to punch him!]

Bai Cen: [Keep being arrogant, just wait till you get a beating!]

Deyuan sighed softly, “Benefactor Zhao, we have traveled together all this way to extinguish the murderous intent in your heart. How can we let such a trivial matter cause us to give up our efforts and ruin everything with just one meal? Amitabha, Amitabha.”

"What, can't I even scare them?" Zhao Tong suddenly retorted.

them:? ? ?

Is that how you just say it?

When they can't hear?

Deyuan sighed, “Benefactor Zhao, it’s clear that none of them were frightened by you.”

"Shut up!" Zhao Tong snapped, then looked at the group opposite him. "Eat your food, or die..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man had already gathered his strength and struck with a palm.

The Cloud-Piercing Mountain-Splitting Hand?

De Yuan suddenly opened his eyes wide; this aura clearly indicated he was going to unfollow!

Although Zhao Tong hadn't expected it, it didn't stop him from drawing his sword directly from his waist.

Bai Cen froze. A fish-cleaning knife?

The great demon Zhao Tong?!

Wang Sumo was slightly surprised. The one with excellent knife skills?

Master He frowned. Why did he look so familiar?

In short, the old man has already clashed with Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong was carrying a person with mobility issues on his back, so it was impossible for Grandpa He to go up with Grandpa Qu.

Bai Cen also stepped back to the old manor lord's side, "Old manor lord, the person opposite is the Fish Slaughtering Knife, Zhao Tong, the great demon of the Rakshasa Alliance. He is a figure who only appeared after you retired from the martial world. You may not know him."

Old Master He frowned, "I think I know someone else."

another?

Bai Cen realized, "The monk on his back?"

Bai Cen looked at it carefully, but he didn't recognize it.

But after Old Master He reminded him, he looked closely and could indeed see that the old monk's eyes were darting around, acting furtively, as if he was deliberately avoiding something.

What else can be avoided?

Of course, we should marry the old man!

Or rather, there's also Master He of the Manor.

Bai Cen has always been intelligent.

Originally, the old man should have had the upper hand, after all, the other party had an immobile burden on his back, and the old man's martial arts were at their peak. If it weren't for the old monk's guidance on his back, which allowed him to advance, retreat, move forward, and dodge at the right time, Zhao Tong would not have been able to avoid the old man's Cloud Piercing Mountain Breaking Hand.

They worked together incredibly well!

But Deyuan also whispered a reminder, "You can't beat him. Retreat before he gets too angry."

Zhao Tong hadn't sparred with anyone in a long time, and he was enjoying himself immensely when he was still dissatisfied with De Yuan's guidance; how could he possibly be allowed to escape now?

Zhao Tong frowned, his eyes flashing, and he directly turned the fish-slaughtering knife to the side, unleashing a murderous aura.

This sudden attack immediately angered the old man. The Cloud Piercing Mountain Breaking Hand he had just used was only a superficial understanding. Now, overcome with anger, he no longer restrained himself and mobilized his power, causing fluctuations in the surrounding air.

"Oh no! This guy's gotten angry!" Deyuan exclaimed. "Get out of the way!"

Zhao Tong was pushed back by him, and he used the force of the push to get off his back, just in time to meet the old man's palm strike. The two palms met face to face!

In a flash, the surrounding air currents shook the ground, sending dirt flying and hitting people on their bodies and faces.

As Master He stood in front, Bai Cen reached out to block the stray fish from hitting Wang Sumo, and Bai Cen felt a pain in his back.

The old man's palm technique had already reached its peak, but the other party was actually able to withstand this palm strike!

Although the old man did not use this palm strike to its fullest extent, the terrifying strength required to withstand it is something that there are probably only a handful of people in the martial arts world today.

Deyuan clutched his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood. He lost his balance and was supported by Zhao Tong.

Although the old man stood up and didn't vomit blood, his hands were numb from the impact. He looked at the other party in surprise, then frowned and looked at Master He.

Old Master He also looked at him.

They both saw certainty in each other's eyes.

Deyuan was already in poor health, and after taking this blow, he spat out a mouthful of blood and became even more critically ill.

As Zhao Tong caught him, he glared angrily at the man's legs, which were clearly capable of standing up. "You old bald monk!"

Deyuan reached out to stop him.

Then he put his hands together again and said to Old Master Qu and Master He, "Amitabha, I never thought that I would meet two old friends here before I die. Well done! Well done!"

[Author's Note]

Finally made it! So sleepy, see you tomorrow! [clasped hands]