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Writing in the Republic of China (40)

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    As expected, Ji Qi was full of praise for the chef Chunyan's craftsmanship, and the bowl of braised pork went straight into his stomach.  Le Jing felt that if he hadn't been watching from the sidelines, Ji Qi would have licked all the bowls.

    Since ancient times, Huaxia has always been on the wine table where it is easy to build relationships. Right now, Lejing can't drink, but in just one meal, (with the blessing of braised pork) the relationship between the two is getting closer and closer.  At the end of the meal, Ji Qi made a final decision and said: "We are so familiar, don't call me Mr. Director, it's too unfamiliar. My name is Ji'an, you can just call me Ji Ji'an."

    So Le Jing said: "I haven't reached the weak crown yet, and I don't have words. You can just call me by my name."

    "That's good, Jingran." Ji Qiyu said earnestly: "Since we both call each other by first name, I would like to ask you to do me a favor here."

    Le Jing said calmly: "You talk first." What's wrong with the script?  Or want to reduce royalties?

    If it is the former, discuss it carefully if you can, but he will never make concessions on some issues involving principles.  As for the latter, he doesn't care about the amount of money, as long as Ji Qi can spend all the money he saves on movies.

    "Your cook's craftsmanship is amazing! It's the first time I've eaten such delicious braised pork!" Ji Qi begged with a red face: "You call the cook out for a while, I want to discuss it with her  cooking."

    ? Le *habitually thinks too much *Scene: ?¡­

    Brother Ji, so your character set is a foodie?

    Le Jing broke his small thoughts, "You don't mean to ask the cook directly for the secret recipe of braised pork?"

    Ji Qi quickly said: "Of course it's not for nothing, I will spend money to buy it!"

    Le Jing said: "Her recipe for braised pork is a dowry brought by her mother as a dowry. It has been handed down through the family. I'm afraid she won't sell it to you easily."

    Ji Qi didn't give up, "Just call someone over and ask! What if!"

    "Let's say it first, I won't speak for you. This is Chunyan's prescription. Naturally, we must follow her opinion."

    "Hey, it's up to you to say. Naturally, other people's prescriptions are decided by others!"

    After Chunyan came over, after listening to Ji Qi's request, she frowned slightly, and looked at Le Jing with some confusion, Le Jing immediately said: "Don't worry about me, your prescription is naturally up to you."

    So Chunyan shook her head, and replied embarrassingly: "This recipe is a secret recipe handed down from my mother's family. It was only passed down within the family. Before my family was so poor that it was almost impossible to open the pot. My mother didn't even sell this recipe.  If I sell it now, my mother will not spare me."

    Although Ji Qi was a little disappointed, he was not an unreasonable person. He expressed his understanding on the spot, and at the same time joked: "Young lady's skill is enough to open a restaurant, but it's a pity to be a cook."

    Chunyan's face turned red immediately, and she said embarrassedly: "Sir, you are joking. How can my skills as a three-legged cat be enough to open a restaurant?"

    Le Jing answered: "I think what Ji An said is good. In my opinion, Chunyan's craftsmanship is already top-notch. If you open a shop, the business must be very good."

    Le Jing didn't lie.

    Influenced by the wave of globalization in later generations, Lejing's tongue can be said to have tasted delicacies from all over the world. In this age without seasoning, Chunyan can convince his tongue that has experienced many battles in later generations, because of her outstanding craftsmanship.  best proof.  In his opinion, the food made by some modern restaurants with a century-old name is not as delicious as Chunyan's!

    Chunyan was half-believed by their flattery, "Sir, are you telling the truth? Don't you frame me?"

    Although he knew that this would make him lose an excellent cook, Le Jing still said sincerely: "It's true, I have eaten in some foreign restaurants, and the steak they cook there is not as good as your braised pork  !"

    Ji Qi also chimed in: "That's right, just relying on Miss Chunyan's skills, the restaurant you opened will definitely be popular in the whole city of Beiping, and you will become a great female entrepreneur by then."

    Chunyan was dizzy from the flattery, her heart was beating like it was going to pop out of her throat.

    Le Jing hurriedly cooled the girl's feverish head: "If you want to open a restaurant, you must at least save enough capital."

    Chunyan immediately regained her composure, and laughed in her heart about the fact that she hadn't written anything about it, and she began to think about it.  Even if she really has that skill, it's useless without money.  No matter what, she had to continue to save money right now.

    Seeing her recovering her composure so quickly, Le Jing felt a flash of appreciation in her heart.

    So he said a few more words.Why don't you run away?  They're about to tear you down!  "

    The stone lion said: "The ancestor of this house is kind to me. I promised him to guard the door of his house for 300 years after his death to protect his descendants. The 300-year period has not yet come, and I cannot  Walk."

    Da Mao was in a hurry: "If you don't run away, you will die!" He thought for a while, and then said: "They must not know that you are a monster to do this, you tell them, they will definitely not tear you down  !"

    The stone lion was silent for a while, but said: "If I am alive, I will protect this family forever due to the agreement. Only when I die and this family loses my protection, will they suffer the retribution they deserve."

    So the stone lion told Da Mao a long, long story about the family's evil deeds.

    Some people rape/prostitute women, some abduct young children, some kill people like hemp, and some force their consciences into slavery All kinds of evil deeds can only be described as devoid of conscience and worse than beasts.

    Da Mao was indignant when he heard it, and couldn't help cursing: "It's really hard for such a person to live to this day!"

    The stone lion was silent for a while, and then said to Da Mao: "Go away, stay away from here, and come back in a week. The things buried under my feet will be given to you. You dig at night, so that no one will see you."

    Da Mao left.  When he came here again a week later, he found that the house had been turned into ruins.

    I heard from the neighbors that on the second day after Da Mao left, on the night when the workers removed the stone lion, a purple thunder slammed into the house, and the house soon caught fire.

    The fire continued to burn for three days and three nights, and burned all the carved beams and painted buildings, pavilions, towers and pavilions built from the people's fat and people's anoint.

    The neighbors said: "I told them a long time ago that tearing down the stone lions in the town house will bring disaster, but they just don't listen!"

    Da Mao cried very sadly, only he knew that this was not a disaster, but the karmic retribution of the heavenly cycle in exchange for the stone lion's death.

    Da Mao cried for a long time before he remembered what the stone lion had told him before he died.  He waited patiently until night, and then dug out a bag of yellow-orange copper coins from where the stone lion stood.

    Da Mao cried again.  The stone lion didn't know that these ancient coins from the Qing Dynasty could not be spent in the Republic of China.

    In this way, it is the first chapter of the novel.

    Le Jing put down the pen in his hand, rubbed his sore wrist, and the exhausted mountain roared and the tsunami hit him.

    The faint sound of cock crowing came from outside, and Le Jing suddenly realized that it was already three or four o'clock in the morning of the next day.  He wrote so excitedly that he forgot the time.

    The next day's morning class is at seven o'clock, and he can only sleep for two hours at most when he goes to bed.

    For the sake of his own health, Le Jing happily decided to take sick leave today.

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