Leisurely cultivating life

If it wasn't for her surname Ye, she might not even be able to open a restaurant.

In the morning, Ye Yiqing opened the door as usual.

At this time the sun has not yet risen, the season has entered the autumnal equinox, and it is early in the morning, even an old tree in front of the restaurant is covered with a layer of frost.

A gust of cold wind blew, Ye Yiqing shivered from the cold, and then was startled, because a Taoist priest fell asleep outside the restaurant door at some point.

Because the Taoist priest fell asleep on his side, Ye Yiqing clearly saw at least a dozen holes in the Taoist robe on the back, and the morning breeze blew from time to time, just looking at it, Ye Yiqing felt a chill down his back.

She is kind-hearted, and she hates such a scene the most.

After gathering the clothes on her body, Ye Yiqing walked to the front of the Taoist priest in a few steps, and saw the Taoist priest's face clearly.

Sloppy, this is the Taoist priest's first impression of Ye Yiqing, the road is shabby, and the beard is almost as long as her hair, so it is hard to tell how old she is.

Sighing inwardly, Ye Yiqing squatted down, stretched out her jade finger to his nose, to see if he was still alive.

If you are angry, do good deeds and see if you can save his life.

It's just that Ye Yiqing's jade fingers rested on the Taoist's nostrils for a long time, but he didn't vent his anger.

He sighed in his heart, the Taoist priest seemed to be dead.

Ye Yiqing, who believed in the Taoist priest's death, was already thinking about buying a coffin for the Taoist priest to bury him.

Suddenly, a sneeze startled her, and a gust of air flowed from her fingers.

Ye Yiqing looked at the Taoist priest who had opened his eyes in astonishment.

The Taoist priest was originally full of confusion, but after seeing Ye Yiqing, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said:

"lady!"

Ye Yiqing was a little happy to see the Taoist priest wake up, after all, she was not good at running the restaurant, and her business was bleak, so it would be good to save a fortune on the coffin fee.

But when she heard the Taoist priest call her 'madam', the good mood in her heart suddenly disappeared.

Her experience made her dislike hearing these two words the most, so the Taoist priest just handed over these two words in front of her.

It's just that she didn't know why, but she couldn't feel the slightest anger at this Taoist priest, as if he should have called him in the first place, without any sense of disobedience.

"Daoist, it's autumn, and the morning wind is cold, why don't you come in and drink some hot water to get rid of the cold."

Resisting the strangeness in her heart, Ye Yiqing invited the Taoist priest into the building.

The morning breeze in autumn is the most gloomy and cold. This Taoist priest's robe is so shabby, don't freeze your body.

Hearing Ye Yiqing's words, the Taoist looked around in confusion and said, "Ma'am, where is this?"

Once again wondering why he didn't dislike the name of the Taoist at all, Ye Yiqing said: "Master Daoist, you mistook the person, my name is Ye Yiqing, not your wife!"

When the Taoist heard this, he couldn't help frowning, as if he was remembering something, and finally looked up at her with tears streaming from his eyes.

Seeing the Taoist priest weeping, Ye Yiqing guessed that the Taoist priest's wife might look a lot like her.

In just an instant, Ye Yiqing constructed several tragic love stories in her mind, which were all told by the storytellers in the town, and she specially hired a storyteller for her family's restaurant who specialized in telling such stories.

But in the end, because of the poor business of the restaurant, she had no choice but to resign.

Ever since she killed five men in succession, people in the town looked at her like a god of plague. Although the origin of this priest was unknown, that look made her feel the long-lost warmth.

She was very happy, but inexplicably sad and sad emotions emerged in her heart.

Ye Yiqing tried not to cry, and said softly: "Master Dao, I am indeed not yours...Madam, what is your name, where did you come from? Where do you want to go?"

Hearing this, the Taoist priest frowned, his face was full of thoughts, and after a long time, he said slowly, "My name is...Zhou Fan...from...from..."

He worked hard for a long time, finally sighed, and said: "I forgot, where did I come from? It seems... There is a mountain, and there are you, juniors, and uncles on the mountain."

Listening to the Taoist's words, Ye Yiqing sighed slightly, wondering what the Taoist priest had experienced, he forgot everything.

Fortunately, I still remember the name.

"Zhou Fan!"

She silently recited the Taoist priest's name in her heart, and a faint indescribable feeling lingered in her heart.

It seems to contain countless emotions, which cannot be described in any words.

"Daozhang Zhou, you should come in with me first, it's very cold outside. I'll make you a bowl of ginger soup to warm you up."

Ye Yiqing thought that this Taoist priest might have stayed outside her restaurant all night. After being frozen for such a long time, he needed a bowl of ginger soup to warm his body and get rid of the cold.

Hearing this, Zhou Fan got up, and Ye Yiqing also got up, led Zhou Fan to a square table in the restaurant and sat down.

During these few steps, Ye Yiqing discovered something.

Judging from the appearance, Zhou Daochang's robes were worn out and he looked sloppy. He should have not washed his body for a long time.

But Ye Yiqing, who was walking beside Zhou Fan, observed closely that although his hair and beard were long, messy, and messy, they didn't feel greasy at all, and she didn't smell any peculiar smell.

Even vaguely, it seemed to smell a faint fragrance.

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Ye Yiqing was a little curious, but she didn't ask. After all, it would be embarrassing to ask.

Because of the poor management of the restaurant, she resigned from her previous clerk and chef.

Therefore, she is not only the proprietress, but also a chef and a buddy.

Skillfully wash the ginger and light a fire.

Ye Yiqing's eyes reflected fire, and Zhou Fan's "ma'am" sounded in his heart, and his thoughts gradually flew away.

It wasn't until a 'gurgle' sounded that she woke up from her reverie.

The ginger soup was served in a porcelain bowl, and as soon as Ye Yiqing put it on the table, Zhou Fan reached out to pick up the porcelain bowl.

Ye Yiqing stopped him and said, "Master Zhou, this ginger soup is too hot!"

Zhou Fan said, "It's not hot anymore!"

Ye Yiqing was slightly taken aback. Before she could think it through, Zhou Fan had already finished drinking in one gulp with his head raised from the porcelain bowl.

"Is that enough? I'll get you another bowl!"

Ye Yiqing asked with a blank expression, but she forgot to ask Zhou Fan why the boiling hot ginger soup that had just been cooked suddenly stopped being hot, and just went to the back kitchen to fill a bowl in a trance.