Volume 18: The Third Master's Sword Chapter 429: Hiding Place
hide.
Where to hide is the problem.
Fortunately, Xiaoyun also knows how to use makeup to hide her identity. This kind of makeup is different from women's makeup, but is a means of disguise.
People who travel around the world know some disguise skills to some extent, and he knew a lady named Tu a long time ago who knew it more advancedly .
He originally had a human skin mask, but he had thrown it away at the Excalibur Villa.
However, he was confident that as long as he changed into Old Gong's clothes and bought some simple powder to apply on his face, most people who saw him would not be able to recognize him.
These people were not familiar with his face in the first place - because they had never looked at this lowly dung man straight in the eye.
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Welcome Inn.
There are round wooden tables on all four sides of the lobby , which are filled with a variety of cold dishes and drinks.
The inn is a very lively place, and it is also a place where one's whereabouts can be easily discovered, but Xiaoyun chose to come here.
"Have you heard? It seems that someone in the Liu Mansion tried to do something bad to the young lady. He was caught on the spot, but later escaped."
"Yes, yes, I know. It is said that the man is a dung collector."
“…”
"Is it Old Gong who collects manure in South City? He seems to be the one who always collects manure in that area."
"No, it was a new apprentice he brought in. Later, when people from the Liu Mansion came to the house, they found that Old Gong had died in the house!"
"Ah, dead in the house? Could it be that the apprentice killed him?"
"I don't know. Maybe he planned to escape and killed Old Gong and stole his belongings for travel expenses."
"This guy is too vicious... We must catch this evil villain, parade him through the streets, and behead him on the spot!"
The crowd gathered together and chatted about random things, using the rumors and anecdotes in the city as appetizers.
It would certainly be much more interesting to use the rumors about a "rich family" like the Liu Mansion as a side dish.
Xiaoyun straightened his body, smiled, and walked into the door with a righteous look. Immediately, a waiter came to greet him.
The waiter looked at this handsome, smiling young man with extraordinary temperament and did not intend to regard him as a dung collector or a molester, nor did he think that he was the "quiet Xiaoyun".
"Sir, what would you like to order?"
Xiao Yun said calmly, "I'm here to be a cook. Can you please ask your shopkeeper to come out?"
The waiter forced a smile, repeatedly looked at Xiaoyun, and finally said, "We don't lack cooks here, sir..."
Xiao Yun said, "We don't lack cooks, but we lack good cooks. Just ask your shopkeeper to come out."
He didn't need to call out, the shopkeeper had already walked over from the counter: "What's the matter?"
"Boss, this guy wants to be our cook."
The shopkeeper was very polite. He did not refuse directly, but just advised politely: "You are so young and strong. It would be a waste of talent to come to our shop. You should go somewhere else."
Xiao Yun just said, "Just let me cook a few dishes. If you don't like them, I can leave at any time. Anyway, you won't suffer any loss."
He rarely gave a long explanation.
"The guest is so young, what dishes can he cook?"
"Are all the chefs who can cook old and outdated?"
Seeing Xiaoyun's fearless and confident look, the shopkeeper hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, follow me to the kitchen."
The kitchen was filled with smoke and the fire was burning brightly. A chef in cloth clothes was busy cooking. Although it was a very cold winter, beads of sweat appeared on his head.
The shopkeeper said, "Old Huang, please stop for a moment and let this young man try the next dish."
The chef replied, "Next... The customer ordered a plate of 'broken gold rice'."
Broiled rice, also known as egg fried rice, is something that every family can make and many people love to eat. But the simpler something is, the harder it is to make it well.
Because everyone can do it, how to surpass others becomes a big problem.
The shopkeeper looked at Xiaoyun with a half-smile and said, "Little brother, you can always make a plate of broken gold rice well, right?"
Xiaoyun didn't say much, but walked straight to the iron pot and took over the work from the master.
The shopkeeper also felt relieved. Even if the young man in front of him broke the iron pot, a simple plate of broken gold rice would not taste bad, and it would not ruin his reputation.
"Little brother, I'm going to go outside to greet the guests first, you quickly..."
The shopkeeper had just said this when he couldn't continue.
Because he saw that Xiaoyun was indeed very fast.
It was so fast that it was dazzling and hard to keep up with. He could only see the back of Xiaoyun's hand and the blade in his hand dancing out phantoms, but it was difficult to follow his movements.
In just a few blinks of an eye, the green onions had been chopped and evenly placed on the chopping board, the eggs and cold rice were placed next to them, and the oil was put into the pot, burning with a slight sound.
The shopkeeper rubbed his eyes, somewhat unable to believe that all this was done by Xiaoyun. In his impression, even the master chef who had worked in the kitchen for seven or eight years would not be able to do it so skillfully and quickly.
“This…this…”
The shopkeeper looked at the chef, who was still calm. He wiped his hands on his clothes and said, "Being fast doesn't necessarily mean being good!"
Not long after, the iron pan was thrown, and the golden eggs mixed with rice grains fell into the plate. It didn't seem like cooking, but rather like performing acrobatics.
The rice and egg drop grains are distinct, and a warm white steam rises up, lingering around, with a fragrance that spreads for miles.
Just by looking at the appearance, one can feel a sense of "silver and gold flying in thousands of sands".
Cooking requires color, aroma and taste. This dish of broken gold rice, regardless of other aspects, has almost reached perfection in terms of color alone.
Xiaoyun took a deep breath of the aroma, then handed the plate over to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper also sniffed it lightly, his face changed, and he immediately brought it out and placed it in front of the customer.
When the guest smelled the fragrance, his expression showed a little pleasure. He picked up the chopsticks and started eating. When he saw the loose egg flowers and rice grains, he couldn't help but feel hungry.
The chef from the kitchen also followed out and said with a wry smile, "It may smell good, but it may not taste good!"
The guest had put the first bite of egg fried rice into his mouth. He chewed for a long time, then suddenly put down his chopsticks and stopped eating.
"snort!"
The master chef hummed a note through his nose, very loudly, as if he was afraid that others couldn't hear him.
Unexpectedly, the guest suddenly grabbed the chopsticks and put the broken gold rice into his mouth. While eating, he said, "It's so delicious. I have never eaten such delicious broken gold rice!"
When he finished speaking, people in the inn lobby looked at him sideways, some in surprise, some in confusion, and some in disdain.
But Xiaoyun said nothing and went back to the kitchen.
He knew that no one would stop him from going in this time.
And no one would be able to find him again - as a cook, he didn't need to show up in public. He cooked in the kitchen during the day and rested in the inn at night. Who could have guessed that this person was the "Dung Husband Xiaoyun" who was stirring up discussion in the city?
