“Chef,” the man’s face turned ugly, “don’t forget, the restaurant’s current signature dishes were bought by the owner at a high price.”
Wuweilou's business was not as good as before, and the departure of the head chef at this time was a fatal blow.
"Don't worry," the chef said with a smirk, "I know these rules. Once I leave Wuweilou, I'll keep the recipes to myself and never use them again or mention them to anyone else."
“You should think this through,” the visitor tried to persuade. “Even without you as the chef, Wuweilou still has its recipes and remains Wuweilou. But you are the opposite. Without the recipes, it’s impossible for you to be as successful as you are now.”
“I know all that, but I just don’t want to continue. What you say won’t change anything. If I hadn’t yet failed to teach my apprentice, I would have left long ago.”
"You are simply... ungrateful and stubborn!"
After saying that, the man turned and left.
He appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was getting anxious.
With no money in the account and the head chef about to leave, Wuweilou is doomed!
In this kind of situation, it's best to report it to the master as soon as possible; otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences if something goes wrong.
"Since you don't want to stay in this restaurant," the young man in the black robe said with a smile, "how about you work for me?"
"No, I want to stay with those old buddies."
"Why not give it a try? If you follow me, your life and your status will undergo a complete transformation."
"No matter what you say, it's no use. I haven't accomplished much in my life, I just trust these old brothers."
"Don't be ungrateful. My master thinks highly of you. Ordinary people don't have this opportunity."
Qi Yong was speechless. His master had been rejected time and time again by a cook.
This person must have jumped out of a latrine.
"I don't care about any kind of opportunity. Even if the emperor were here, I would still say the same thing: I'm going to stick with those old brothers for the rest of my life."
"put……"
“It’s nothing,” Xuanpao waved his hand, wiped his mouth lightly, and then stood up. “You’re quite good. I’ll remember you. We’ll meet again.”
"Qi Yong, check out."
"Yes, Master."
After stepping outside, Qi Yong asked, "Why was Master so tolerant of the cook from earlier?"
Upon hearing this, the young man in the black robe stood quietly with his hands behind his back. "Why? Because there are far too few people like this."
Silly, stupid, and stubborn, simple as a blank sheet of paper, just like my former self...!
He had been changed by the world and had become a lonely man, so he couldn't bear to tarnish this innocence any further.
Upon hearing this, Qi Yong understood.
Having grown up serving his master, he understood that beneath the master's strong exterior lay a soft spot that no one else could touch.
This is probably the tragedy of emperors!
“Master,” Qi Yong turned his eyes and casually changed the subject, “the remnants of the former crown prince are no match for us. The siege five years ago already severely weakened them. There’s no need for you to make a special trip here.”
This also delayed the royal sacrificial rites.
Qi Yong could already imagine the mountain of impeachment memorials piled up in the Imperial Study.
However, for some reason, after leaving the palace in mid-March, the master had no intention of returning.
To say that they were searching for the remnants of the former crown prince was not entirely true; most of the journey was unrelated to that.
Aside from this reason, Qi Yong couldn't guess what other reason could make his master disregard state affairs and leave for more than half a month.
“Five years have passed, and these people are still causing trouble outside. It’s like a thorn in my side,” the young man in black robes said, his face darkening. “I cannot tolerate them.”
Calming himself, the young man exhaled, "No matter what, this time we must... nip it in the bud!"
In the past, he certainly wouldn't have cared about a remnant of the former crown prince, but not now.
He can't afford to gamble!
Upon hearing this, Qi Yong asked in surprise, "Master intends to use himself as bait?"
“Hmm,” the young man nodded slightly, “Five years ago, we stirred up the snake but failed to eliminate it completely. Those people are already on guard. Now, only I can act as bait to lure them out of their hole.”
“But Qingfeng Temple has already been taken down,” Qi Yong said, puzzled. “Even the most stupid of these remnants would know that things are hopeless and they must have already retreated.”
The government's insistence on enforcing martial law is not stupid; it's suicidal.
Qi Yong knew these people quite well; they were stubborn but afraid of death, especially after the purge five years ago, they had retreated into their shells and dared not peek out easily.
He didn't think these people would dare to take any action now that the authorities had already found clues.
“Precisely because everyone thinks this way,” the young man in the black robe smiled nonchalantly, “they will definitely take some action.”
He was 90% certain that these people would arrogantly attempt to assassinate him.
"Master, what shall we do next?"
"It doesn't really matter, just treat it as a trip, do whatever you want."
The arrival of the master and servant did not attract anyone's attention, nor did it disturb the peace of Huangjiakou.
However, the Huang family was thrown into turmoil because of one person.
"Young lady, who are you looking for?" Madam Xie stared intently at the newcomer, a hint of doubt in her eyes. "Have you come to the wrong place?"
Why would such an elegant young lady from a wealthy family come to their house?
"Is this Lady Jiang's house?"
Meiyu tried her best to lower her voice, but her words still carried a subtle, alluring quality.
Hearing this made Xie feel a little envious, and her attitude towards Meiyu softened considerably.
“My sister is looking for my mother?” She looked back and, seeing only the two of them, lowered her guard. “My mother is in her room. Come with me to the main hall first.”
Although she didn't show anything on the surface, Xie breathed a sigh of relief.
If we had arrived a quarter earlier, there wouldn't even be a place to receive guests. Fortunately, Doctor Gu had just left.
"Thank you for your help, sister."
“You’re welcome, it’s nothing,” Xie waved her hand. “Your voice is so pleasant, you must not be a bad person.”
Even if they are bad people, we are not afraid. They are just two weak women with so many people in their family. They can't do anything.
After the incident at Qingfeng Temple, Xie became overly suspicious, and even though he knew there weren't many bad people, he couldn't help but assume the worst about strangers.
After hearing Jiang Nuan say that Qingfeng Temple might come back for revenge, she kept it in mind and became wary of strangers whenever she encountered them.
"Bad people?" Meiyu couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't worry, sister. My servant and I have a past relationship with Madam Jiang. We're not bad people."
“That’s right,” Qiu Qing said with a smile. “Our young lady was fortunate to have such an opportunity thanks to Madam Jiang’s help, so she came to express her gratitude.”
As she spoke, she handed over the box she was carrying, saying, "This is a gift for visiting your family; I hope you will accept it, sister."
Although the box was small, the contents inside were quite valuable.
A century-old ginseng root, two kilograms of pre-Qingming Longjing tea, and five sets of valuable jewelry.
They came with great sincerity, firstly to express their gratitude, and secondly because they had a favor to ask.
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