I Just Want To Be A Salted Fish Quietly

"Uncle Zhong, I found Master Liao Jie's daughter."

Lin Xian's words stunned Uncle Zhong, and he didn't even notice that the chopsticks in his hands fell to the ground.

After quite a while, he came back to his senses and said excitedly, "You're not kidding, are you?"

Lin Xian said seriously: "I'm not kidding, her daughter is ~ Liao Yingqi, right?"

"That's right, that's Liao Yingqi!" Uncle Zhong swallowed, and nodded in a hurry.

The relationship between him and Liao Jie is not just a master-student relationship.

After all, as the successor of the Manchu Banquet, it involves confidential recipes, but even his own daughter can't pass them on.

So they are master and apprentice, but they are more like father and son.

A teacher for a day, a father for life.

It's not just talking, the apprentice really has to fulfill the duties of a son. If the master does not have a son, the apprentice will be responsible for the care of the family until the end of life.

This is what the craftsmen of the older generation pay attention to!

In his heart, Liao Jie's daughter is equivalent to his granddaughter.

After Ji Ruilou lost, he also spent a lot of money over the years, specially hiring someone to find Liao Yingqi, but there was no result.

Uncle Zhong grabbed Lin Xian's hand and said excitedly, "Where is she now?"

"I have asked someone to bring her to Yangcheng, and she will arrive tomorrow at the latest."

Lin Xian paused, and continued: "Should I inform Master Zhou Jie of this matter first?"

"I want to tell him that Ying Qi can't let Ying Qi see him like this."

As Uncle Zhong said, he walked quickly towards the rear warehouse.

The warehouse of the convenience store is not big, only less than 20 square meters, and it is full of goods.

In the corner of the warehouse, there was a folding bed. Liao Jie was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. There were rows of empty wine bottles beside the bed.

"Jay, wake up!"

Uncle Zhong stepped forward and shook Liao Jie a few times.

However, he didn't intend to wake up at all. After smashing his mouth, he turned over and continued to sleep.

Seeing this, Uncle Zhong raised his hand and slapped him.

"Snapped!"

The slap was very hard and the sound was exceptionally loud.

Liao Jie was startled, sat up suddenly, covered his face, and looked at them blankly.

Uncle Zhong said angrily, "Still sleeping, get out of bed quickly, and hit the streets to death!"

Seeing his blank expression, Lin Xian said: "Master Liao Jie, I have found your daughter's whereabouts, and now she is rushing to Yangcheng."

daughter?

In an instant, Liao Jie's muddy eyes became extremely bright.

He jumped out of bed with a swish, came to Lin Xian, and said nervously, "Are you serious? Have you found Ying Qi?"

"That's right!"

Lin Xian smiled and nodded.

I was right in guessing, this guy is purely disheartened.

Now that she has found her daughter, she immediately returns to normal.

"How is Yingqi doing now? Has anyone bullied her?" Liao Jie was very emotional, trembling slightly all over his body.

Lin Xian said: "It's not bad, but it's not good either. I think it's better for you to wait for her to come and ask her in person."

Taking a deep breath, Liao Jie tried to calm down the emotions in his heart, and asked: "You spent so much effort to find me, even Ying Qi, what exactly do you want?"

"Master Liao Jie, as I said before, I just want to taste the real yellow croaker in soup!" Lin Xian said seriously.

Staring at Lin Xian for a while, Liao Jie nodded solemnly and said, "Okay, when I see Ying Qi, I'll make you a yellow croaker in soup!"

When Uncle Zhong saw this scene, he couldn't help but raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

In the past 20 years, Liao Jie has suffered a lot, so why not him.

Because of that game, Ji Ruilou lost, the signboard passed down from his ancestors was gone, and the only apprentice was also abolished. The Niu faction passed to him, not only did not carry forward, but the inheritance was about to be broken.

This is the most unacceptable thing for an old craftsman.

Now that the apprentice has regained his strength, the inheritance of the Niu school can also continue Zhong Bo's old age.

Nie Qingqing was in a daze the whole time, completely unaware of what happened.

She originally thought that this trip to Yangcheng should be for tourism, but now it seems that it is not.

Lin Xian looked Liao Jie up and down, and reminded: "Master Liao Jie, I suggest you take a bath first, then get a haircut, and finally change your clothes."

His current attire is really too sloppy.

It's no different than picking up junk...

"Yeah!"

Liao Jie also realized that if he went to see his daughter in this image, he might scare her.

He turned to look at Uncle Zhong, and said in embarrassment: "Master, can you give me some money!"

0…ask for flowers………

"You still know that I am your master?"

Uncle Zhong gave him a hard look, took out his wallet, and stuffed it into his hand without looking at it, urging, "Hurry up, don't save me money, buy a better set of clothes!"

After taking the wallet, Liao Jie ran out.

Looking at his back, Uncle Zhong said with emotion: "Little boy, thank you so much, I will remember this favor!"

"Small things!"

Lin Xian waved his hand, and then asked: "Uncle Zhong, was it because of that match that Ruibo lost to others?"

"That's right!" Uncle Zhong nodded.

"Can you elaborate? I am very interested in this matter."

The progress of this task is currently only 18%. Even if you eat the soup-filled yellow croaker made by Master Liao Jie, it is impossible to increase to 100% all at once.

This shows that there will be no follow-up tasks in the future.

Lin Xian felt that the next mission was very likely to be related to Ji Ruilou, so he asked this question.

"Come on, go out and say, treat you to tea!"

The three of them walked out of the convenience store, Uncle Zhong turned around and closed the shutter door, leading Lin Xian and Nie Qingqing to the opposite teahouse.

Finding a secluded place, Uncle Zhong ordered a pot of oolong tea, and said with a reminiscing look: "This matter has to start with the grievances between our Niu faction and Zhao faction."

Lin Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "Grudges?"

"I said before that the Man-Han Banquet is actually a Yangzhou official dish, created by four chefs. After several turmoil, the other two factions have been lost, and only our Niu faction and Zhao faction are left to keep warm."

Uncle Zhong took a sip of his tea and continued: "Back then, the descendants of the Zhao faction felt that the two factions should be merged. But my father disagreed, and in the end they broke up in a bad mood and went their separate ways."

"What does that have to do with the competition?" Lin Xian wondered.

"Twenty years ago, an overseas Chinese returned to the country and paid a lot of money for us to have a full banquet in Jiruilou. After learning about this, the descendants of the Zhao faction took this opportunity to challenge. The bet for the challenge is that both sides restaurants and signboards."

Lin Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "Can't you refuse?"

"I can't refuse!"

Uncle Zhong shook his head and said with a smile: "If you refuse, it is tantamount to admitting that you are a head shorter than the Zhao faction, and you will lose your spirit. The Niu faction can lose, but they have to lose!".