Chapter 1
Huang Fugui is a very talkative person, perhaps because he has a lot of words in the host manual, or perhaps because the script gave him the character of a peddler in his early years. Huang Fugui is very good at imitating and learning, and from his words and deeds alone you can't tell that he is an ancient person.
Before he even reached the store door, Huang Fugui had already figured out the situation of the script-killing store, and Jiang Qi started to address Huang Fugui as Old Huang.
Huang Fugui originally wanted to give the 330 yuan he earned from selling his hair to Jiang Qi, but Jiang Qi told him to keep it for himself so that he could buy whatever he wanted to eat.
"By the way, now that you have been summoned to me, what about your original world?" Jiang Qi asked curiously.
Huang Fugui is different from Old John. In the script, Old John is set to be the protagonist's father who has passed away many years ago. Jiang Qi summons Old John, and in a sense, Old John is reborn in a different world.
But Huang Fugui has a family, a business, a wife, children and grandchildren, so he must have more ties than old John who is alone.
"I don't know." Huang Fugui shook his head. "Although I know I have a wife, son and grandson, and I remember what they look like, but now I can't even remember their names. I still love them, but I don't miss them that much. My intuition tells me that I will have the answer to all this when I reach 3 stars."
3 stars again.
"Don't worry, I will try my best to find a way to help you upgrade to 3 stars as soon as possible." Jiang Qi promised.
The two of them pushed open the door and entered the store one after the other.
Liu Lan was sitting at the front desk eating instant noodles with Sichuan peppercorn and beef flavor, and the spicy aroma was so strong that Huang Fugui couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.
"Jiang Qi, this is..." Liu Lan felt that this scene was familiar.
"This is my new DM, his last name is Huang Fugui. Old Huang, this is our store's part-time worker, Liu Lan, a college student."
Huang Fugui smiled and nodded at Liu Lan.
"The place I just told you about is upstairs, in the first room opposite the stairs. You can go up and take a look now." Jiang Qi said to Huang Fugui.
"Okay, boss." Huang Fugui nodded obediently and went upstairs by himself without anyone leading the way.
Liu Lan:?
After Huang Fugui went upstairs, Liu Lan asked in a low voice: "Jiang Qi, is the new DM you hired a little too old? The DMs I know are all in their twenties."
"Old Huang used to be in the county drama troupe. Didn't that troupe disband at the beginning of this year? Old Huang worked in the troupe for his whole life and didn't know what kind of job he could find. He happened to see the recruitment information I posted online yesterday and called to ask. His salary requirements are not high and he is very dedicated. He even wore ancient costume to apply for the job. I think he is a good person, so I let him try him out for a while." Jiang Qi said the prepared speech.
This argument convinced Liu Lan. Although she felt something was a little strange, she also thought Jiang Qi's idea was fine.
"Oh, by the way, the other part-time worker in the store I told you about before will be back this Sunday. She sent me a message at noon today telling me that she will come to work next Monday. I'll send you her WeChat." Liu Lan remembered the business.
"Okay, what's her name?"
"Her name is Qin Can. She is my high school classmate who studies dance. She lives downstairs from my house. I recommended her to work part-time in the store with me."
Jiang Qi was immediately moved. He did not expect Liu Lan to be so dedicated. It was not enough for him to work for the capitalist himself, he also introduced his classmates to work for the capitalist together.
"My cousin is bringing his classmates to play with me on Saturday. I've agreed with him that each of them will get a 20 yuan discount. They will probably go to the store to choose a copy. Can you take any copy we have at the store?"
"Of course." Liu Lan, an excellent worker, is confident in his professional level.
Jiang Qi went on to say, "I bought a new one that just arrived today. I'll give it to Lao Huang. He's quite suitable for that book."
Liu Lan had no objection, but was a little curious: "New exclusive? What type? A mystery book?"
Jiang Qi thought for a moment: "Team building book, 6-30 people, and we can still have noodles at the end."
Liu Lan:?
From Liu Lan's expression, Jiang Qi could tell that she felt she had been cheated into buying a terrible book.
Jiang Qi knew that facts speak louder than words. He couldn't explain whether this book was bad or not. He could only say, "At least the part about eating noodles was good. The publisher also sent 30 sets of bowls and chopsticks, pots and induction cookers as props. Lao Huang said he is particularly good at cooking noodles. Wait until he finishes reading the book and ask him to cook you a bowl of noodles and you will know."
Liu Lan: ? ?
As he was speaking, Jiang Qi suddenly realized that there was no food in the store.
Jiang Qi hurried upstairs and asked Huang Fugui loudly: "Old Huang, do you want to knead and stretch the vegetable noodles before cooking, or should I buy ready-made noodles for you?"
"Stretch it now."
Jiang Qi went downstairs to buy flour, eggs, vegetables, seasonings and a chopping board for Huang Fugui.
Liu Lan: ???
Liu Lan looked around and realized that she could only share her complicated feelings with Old John, so she said to Old John who was sitting on the sofa reading a book: "Teacher John, do you feel that Jiang Qi has been deceived?"
Although Jiang Qi didn't say a word to Old John, the feeling between the characters on the cards made Old John very sure that Huang Fugui was the same as himself.
Old John turned a page of the book and said slowly, "No, it's quite normal."
Liu Lan: ?????
When Jiang Qi entered the store carrying a shopping bag containing a small bag of vegetables, two 2kg bags of flour, three dozen eggs, a bag of salt, a large basin for kneading dough and a large chopping board, Liu Lan became even more certain that Jiang Qi had been cheated by an unscrupulous publisher.
When Jiang Qi started to wash the dishes, the pot, the induction cooker and the chopping board, and looked for the socket to figure out where Huang Fugui would knead, stretch and cook the noodles, Liu Lan had already started thinking about whether he should step in and call Jiang Bing to alert the real boss that the acting boss was suspected of being cheated.
Liu Lan’s imagination ended when Huang Fugui finished reading the book and went downstairs.
Huang Fugui spent more than three hours reading the script. When he went downstairs, customers had already started to come to the noodle shop next door for dinner. Reading the script itself was not difficult for him. He had said all the words himself and did not even need to memorize them. If he forgot the words, he could improvise them.
What is difficult is the team-building games inside.
Rolling dice, guessing the song, grabbing chairs, who is the undercover, finger-guessing, and the simplified version of the role-playing game are easy to understand. But Huang Fugui spent three hours watching Werewolf and Texas Hold'em and still didn't understand them, so he took out his notebook and went to Jiang Qi to ask what was going on.
When Huang Fugui came down, Jiang Qi was putting away the dishes.
Looking at the food on the table, Huang Fugui ran to the door, stuck his head out and looked at the sun in the sky, and suddenly said, "It's time for dinner, right?"
Without Jiang Qi saying anything, Huang Fugui walked to the flour bag and volunteered: "Then I'll make a few bowls of vegetable noodles for everyone."
After saying that, Huang Fugui went to the sink to wash his hands, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to knead the dough.
Huang Fugui is indeed an old hand at making vegetable noodles for his son for twenty years. He kneads the noodles as skillfully as the ramen chef in the noodle shop next door. He easily makes the noodles, hands and bowl shiny. When he is stretching the noodles, he even dazzles old John, who originally didn't care much about the outside world and was absorbed in reading.
How does the saying go? Compared to Huang Fugui, the ramen chef next door seems more like an amateur.
Liu Lan was stunned.
"Is he really originally from the theatre troupe?"
Jiang Qi had seen 30 contestants cooking in the style of immortal cultivation not long ago, so he accepted Huang Fugui's way of making noodles in the human world and said calmly, "It's just a hobby."
Green vegetable noodles only need to be stretched six times, and the noodles should be neither thick nor thin. Huang Fugui put four bowls of noodles into the boiling pot, stirring with chopsticks from time to time, and finally put in eight small green vegetables, four eggs, and finally a little salt.
Soon, four bowls of vegetable noodles of equal size, covered with lush green vegetables and perfectly cooked soft-boiled eggs, were served.
It looks ordinary and smells ordinary, but it's hard to take your eyes off it.
Jiang Qi, like Liu Lan, stared at the vegetable noodles on the table in a listless manner, feeling like he had never eaten noodles in his life.
"Eat it while it's hot. I can't cook anything else. The only thing I've been able to cook over the years is vegetable noodles. Eat more. There's still some noodles over there, I'll cook more." Huang Fugui said with a smile and took the lead in serving the noodles.
Including Old John, the three of them picked up their bowls and started eating the noodles without saying a word.
Liu Lan bit into the soft-boiled egg, and the dark yellow egg liquid dripped down the chopsticks into the noodle bowl and stuck to the noodles and vegetables.
"Hmm!" Liu Lan made a sound as if he was eating delicious food.
Jiang Qi picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. The noodles were very chewy. It tasted like ordinary noodles, but he couldn't stop eating it.
Old John...
Old John still didn't know how to use chopsticks very well. He used two chopsticks as one and ate the noodles along the edge of the bowl.
I can't stop at all.
Jiang Qi discovered that the vegetable noodles made by Huang Fugui really had magical properties.
The ingredients are very simple, and the only seasoning is salt, so it doesn’t taste amazing.
The noodles taste like noodles, the eggs taste like eggs, and the vegetables taste like vegetables, but you just can’t stop eating them.
The noodles are hot, and when you eat them, your stomach and heart feel warm too.
It is a warm taste that makes people feel happier and happier as they eat more, and think of happy things.
The chef’s green vegetable noodles are indeed worthy of their reputation.
Just when everyone in the store was enjoying their meal, a customer suddenly came into the store.
It was the drunk girl who got drunk last night.
Today the drunk girl was very sober, probably because she was not drunk enough yesterday and did not black out, so she still retained her memory of being a drunk. When the drunk girl walked into the store, every part of her body, including her hair, told everyone that she was embarrassed and awkward.
"Hello, do you want to make a profit?" Liu Lan asked while holding the bowl after swallowing the noodles.
"Ah, no, I came here to play with my friends last night. I came here today to say that your noodles look delicious... Ah, no, I wanted to say sorry for causing you trouble last night. I remember I drank a bottle of your yogurt last night without paying, so I came here to pay." The drunk girl spoke incoherently, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself.
"It's okay, it's just a bottle of yogurt, you don't have to pay for it." Jiang Qi said with a smile and continued eating noodles.
The drunk girl wanted to leave, but she felt it would be inappropriate to just leave like that, so she had to talk about something else.
Watching Jiang Qi and the others eating noodles for more than ten seconds, the drunk girl knew what she was going to say.
"Excuse me, what was the name of the book I played last night?"
"'Mask Club' is an exclusive copy of our store." Liu Lan said, glancing at the pot and wanting to add some more noodles, but found that there was not a single noodle left, so he had to give up.
"Although I was drunk and can't remember some of the plots clearly, I remember that story was quite interesting and the performance was very good. The bad DM of yours acted very vividly. I was still thinking about that story when I woke up today." The drunk girl praised, "Do you have any other interesting stories? I want to ask my friends from yesterday to play another story. I'm sorry to have troubled them yesterday."
Liu Lan's eyes lit up, and she scanned the book shelf frantically, trying to pick out an interesting book suitable for the six girls.
Jiang Qi spoke first: "Yes, it's a new exclusive copy. It's produced by the same studio as the one you played last night. It's a team-building mechanism copy."
The drunk girl readily agreed: "Okay, let's set it for 7 o'clock tomorrow night. How much is the deposit?"
"60!" said Liu Lan.
The drunk girl paid the deposit and left with a sense of relief.
After watching the people leave, Jiang Qi asked in confusion: "There is such a thing as a deposit? How come I didn't know about it?"
"Because I haven't encountered anyone who needs to pay a deposit. During this period of time, I only drove two cars. One car came last night, and the other car was brought by Wanwan and others." Liu Lan explained. Seeing that Huang Fugui had also finished eating, he raised his hand and suggested, "Uncle Huang, can you cook me another bowl? I can still eat!"
This is called uncle.
"I want one too!" Jiang Qi seconded.
"Me too." Old John had finished his soup and used chopsticks to push the last noodle in the bowl into his mouth.
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