"Dong, dong, dong..."

Feng Qing heard the sound of cutting vegetables in the kitchen early in the morning. She secretly peeked through the door and saw the new waiter she hired yesterday wearing an apron and cutting vegetables in front of the chopping board.

Uh, this apron...

Feng Qing looked around the kitchen and realized that this apron was originally hung on the wall as a decoration and was almost never used by anyone. Today, it was worn for the first time.

The customer from yesterday... was quietly cutting a cabbage. His movements were unexpectedly skillful. Feng Qing herself made a living by taking out food, but her mother's cooking was still delicious.

Feng Qing, who had never eaten pork, had seen pigs running for so many years, so she could roughly guess that the customer in front of her had a high level of cooking skills.

"Did you cook often in the past?" Feng Qing said with some emotion. She thought to herself that it was no wonder that children from poor families grow up early.

"Not bad." The swordsman said.

He now felt that the whole world was very mysterious.

Who would have thought that a person would invite him to cook after seeing him, the world's number one swordsman.

And what was even more mysterious was that he actually agreed to it.

No one in the world knew that the chef used to cook alone. Even the people who hated him the most in the world might not know this. After all, the two words "the world's number one swordsman" and "the chef" seemed to have nothing to do with each other.

In their opinion, the world's number one swordsman should suddenly jump out from some corner, grow up like Sun Wukong, and avenge his blood feud seventeen years later. All of this sounds like a perfect script. No one has ever thought about how he survived and how cruel he was.

The swordsman has lived alone since he was very young. For people living alone, cooking is indeed a necessary skill. He put the kitchen knife aside, then turned around and opened the big iron pot at the back, and a burst of hot steam instantly came out.

"Taste."

Feng Qing was surprised by the aroma coming from the noodles. She couldn't wait to pick up the spoon and take a sip, and then... suddenly she felt that her life was perfect.

It is a luxury to eat at home without ordering takeout these days, and Feng Qing has become accustomed to eating takeout. The swordsman looked at Feng Qing's face, then turned around and took a few jars from the stove, "I don't recognize some of the things in here... This seems to be salt? This... should be pepper? And sugar, and this, this, what are these..."

Feng Qing glanced at the bottles and jars that the swordsman took out, which contained chicken essence, MSG... He even found the oyster sauce, vinaigrette, milk powder and cocoa powder that she had put in the corner. She

was startled when she saw it, and wondered why she had forgotten to hide these things.

She was a little embarrassed at first, but who would have thought that this guest would look at those modern glass bottles with labels on them with a particularly calm expression. That expression was extremely calm, as if Feng Qing, who was still crazy and embarrassed inside, was a mental patient.

Some rare spices... The swordsman thought. Yesterday he thought that cooking in the back kitchen was just a simple matter, but he didn't expect to find out that there was a different world here after he came.

These spices come from all over the Central Plains, and there are even some rare Western spices. From south to north, there is everything.

Some world-famous restaurants can't even find so many spices, and they actually appear in this small inn.

"Nothing, just leave it there." The swordsman heard the manager's tone.

The swordsman thought for a moment and said nothing. He took out an ordinary plate from the cabinet next to him and put the dishes on it.

Feng Qing ran back to the dining table happily. She was going to have a good home-cooked meal today. While waiting for the food, she casually swiped her wallet on Taobao and found that lychees were on sale today, so she bought two kilograms.

There was not much money left in her card. She had only saved tens of thousands of yuan in three years of thriftiness. If she couldn't make money in the future, she might not even be able to afford takeout... Feng Qing was melancholy. She sighed in frustration, but these tens of thousands of dollars couldn't buy anything special. After this extravagant experience, maybe she could consider using these tens of thousands of dollars to buy some electronic equipment or something to store?

Just as Feng Qing was thinking this, she suddenly heard her cell phone ring. She looked down and saw a message she had just received, [Your card with the last digit of xxxx, date of xx: xx Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, income (salary) 4871.3 yuan, balance 5743.98 yuan. [Industrial and Commercial Bank of China]]

Feng Qing, "..."

As soon as the new chef came in, he saw his boss staring at a small sign in a daze.

"It's time for dinner. "The swordsman shouted deliberately. He saw that the shopkeeper's hand seemed to tremble slightly, and then he put the brand back into his clothes as if nothing had happened, and invited him to come for dinner. The swordsman also pretended that he saw nothing, not wanting to expose the store manager's secret, but in his heart he couldn't help wondering what the brand was.

Feng Qing was shocked. Today was indeed the payday as usual, but she didn't expect that money would be deposited into the account today, and it seemed to be a few hours earlier than usual.

A bold guess began to emerge in her mind - even the salary has been paid, could it be that even the statutory holidays and annual leave agreed upon before...

"Store manager." The swordsman next to him suddenly said, "Someone should be here soon."

"Come if you want. "Feng Qing was feeling agitated at the moment, so she was in no mood to talk much. She thought that the big sign of her inn was still there, and it was normal to have guests coming. "When guests come, just treat them well."

The swordsman ate his meal quietly, then nodded silently, "Yeah."

Feng Qing was excited here for a long time, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, what's your name? "

The swordsman was stunned for a moment.

He did not expect the shopkeeper to suddenly ask such a question. His name was already known to everyone in the martial arts world, but the shopkeeper's sudden question must not be without reason.

The swordsman turned his head to look at the sunlight outside, and all the past events emerged in his mind one by one.

In fact, to be honest, he did not think that he could still survive.

The swordsman had thought about what he would do after he had avenged himself a long time ago. At that time, he had dreamed that he would have a small house, raise a kitten in it, work from sunrise to sunset every day, and live a boring and peaceful life.

Now, this day has really come quietly, and the swordsman suddenly felt that he was not as excited as he imagined, but also not as calm as he imagined.

If he retires from the martial arts world, then everything in the past is just a simple code name, which has no meaning to him. The him in the past has disappeared from this world now, and the one who survives is the him who has nothing to do with the past.

The swordsman closed his eyes slightly, and he vaguely understood what the shopkeeper meant. She should have seen that he was uneasy, so she reminded him like this, telling him that everything in the past is in the past, and now he should forget all those things.

Today is the eleventh, and the day he killed those people four days ago was the seventh.

"My name is Li Qi." He finally said, "Please just call me Li Qi."

This sentence attracted Feng Qing, who was originally daydreaming. She suddenly turned around and looked at the swordsman in a daze.

Swordsman... no, Li Qi lowered his head to eat after he finished speaking. His focused and gulping appearance made Feng Qing cry.

She wondered how much hardship this child had to endure at home. Even rice and cabbage stewed with tofu could make him so delicious.

And Li Qi... such a name that seems to be very careless, how careless are the parents of this family to their child? Maybe they have seven children, which is a serious over-birth, so they can't afford to eat.

Feng Qing ate the meal with maternal love (?). After the meal, she had secretly left the meat for Li Qi without noticing. Li Qi ate it without noticing.

"Where did you live before?"

"I grew up alone outside the Great Wall since I was a child." "

Do you know anyone?"

"No, they are all dead."

"How did you get here?"

"I was chased by someone and accidentally came here... They have been chasing me for three days and they will not let me go until they catch me."

A poor child whose parents and relatives have all died and who grew up alone, who may have left a large debt before his parents died and had to be chased by the creditors and finally had to run for his life, the more Feng Qing talked to Li Qi, the more he felt his heart beating with sympathy.

Nowadays, children from peasant families generally choose to stay at home and farm, and few people would leave their hometown and run to such a far place.

Feng Qing, who had read too many novels about the infighting uncles, subconsciously imagined a situation where her parents died and her uncles and aunts fought for the land and the house. The more she thought about it, the more upset she felt. Li Qi didn't notice at all. He lowered his head and cooked seriously.

... When Feng Qing came to her senses, she was stunned by the empty table.

Uh... Wait, what happened?

Feng Qing was wondering if she cooked too much rice, because she estimated that the pot of rice could last for two days. As a result, Li Qi ate all the rice in the pot, even drank up the soup, and there was nothing left...

Ah this...

Feng Qing thought to herself, okay, young man, you were born in the wrong era. If you were born in modern times and became a food broadcaster, you would definitely be a big hit.

Well, Feng Qing suddenly became full of fighting spirit. She thought, isn't it just money... Can't she, a modern person, get money?

The price of silver is only a few yuan per gram, and she has a bunch of glass bottles, glass flowers and so on used as props for the crew... Glass was a precious thing in ancient times. If it doesn't work, she will go to Taobao to buy a box of soap tomorrow.

After Li Qi finished his meal, he went to wash the dishes very consciously. Feng Qing suddenly heard a group of people slowly gathering on the tea stall opposite. An old man in a long gown and a white beard walked to the back. Her eyes suddenly lit up and she thought, could this be the legendary storyteller in the teahouse?

The storyteller is good... She just knows nothing about this world, and she just wants to hear which dynasty she has traveled to.

"You stay here first, I'll go see what's going on over there." Feng Qing turned around and said to Li Qi excitedly, "If there are guests coming, just go across and call me."

"You want me to stay in the lobby?"

"Yes." Feng Qing said, "There are only two of us in the store now. If I go out, you will definitely have to entertain the guests."

Li Qi wanted to say something, but then shut up again.

He thought the shopkeeper would let him stay in the back kitchen and try to minimize the impact. He let him stand in front so openly... Could it be that the shopkeeper is really not afraid?

But Li Qi thought about it... and finally nodded heavily.

He said, "Okay."

Few people know how determined Li Qi was when he said this.

It seems that this senior... really doesn't care. I don't know which sect this casual mentality comes from.

Li Qi thought about it and thought that it was unlikely that he was from the famous and upright sects... and the Demon Sect was probably not either. The number one demon sect in the Jianghu, "Yi Shan Jian", had also issued a hunt for him. Apart from "Yi Shan Jian", Li Qi couldn't think of any other sect that could have such a powerful predecessor.

Or... was it the unfamiliar demon sect in the Western Regions? Li Qi suddenly thought of it.

He thought of the pile of unknown spices in the kitchen just now, and suddenly he felt that he might have guessed the truth.

"By the way, store manager." Li Qi suddenly asked. Feng Qing, who was about to go out, came back and asked him, "What's the matter?"

"Are there any rules in our store?"

"Rules?" Feng Qing immediately felt that Li Qi was particularly sensible.

She thought for a moment and said, "There is only one most important rule, and you must follow it carefully."

"Okay." Li Qi replied.

"Don't touch anything in the store casually." Feng Qing said, "I don't like the store to be messy. Without my permission, you are not allowed to touch anything in the store."

Li Qi was slightly stunned.

Then he nodded sharply, "Understood!"