Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Zhong Yuemin sat in front of the window, looking at the gradually green scenery outside, thinking about what he should do in this season. The Qingming Festival is coming, and he remembered the proverb "Plant melons and beans around the Qingming Festival." He thought about his own space, it would be nice if he could plant something.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he thought of the raw materials needed for winemaking. Why not try to grow some here? In this way, after a period of time, he can harvest enough materials to make fine wine.

As he spoke, Zhong Yuemin flashed into the space.

"Oh, this land is really fertile." Zhong Yuemin exclaimed.

As he said this, he began to get busy. He first plowed the land, and then began to turn the soil. At first, he didn't think too much about it, nor did he think about how much land he could turn by himself?

After a while, Qingluan's voice came. "Host, what are you doing?"

Zhong Yuemin replied angrily, "What else can I do? I have to till the soil. If you don't have the raw materials for my wine recipe, don't I have to grow them myself?"

"Host, I'm really worried about your IQ. How long will it take you to finish it all by yourself, and how much can you grow? Besides, do you have that much time? Do you have time to take care of it?"

Zhong Yuemin was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then he threw the flat bottom in his hand aside and sat down on the ground. "Fuck, I forgot about this, what should I do? It's not realistic to rely on buying now, and everyone is still hungry!"

"Host, don't be discouraged. Don't you still have mine?"

"You? Can you do the work for me?"

"These are all small matters. As long as you prepare these things for me, you don't have to worry about these tasks."

Zhong Yuemin looked at the list in front of him and asked in confusion, "Qingluan, what do you want these things for?"

"I won't tell you this first, just tell me if it's okay, okay?"

"That's definitely no problem. Pick those tea leaves for me first! I'll go prepare the seeds." Without waiting for Qingluan to refuse, Zhong Yuemin flashed out of the space.

The afternoon sun shines through the leaves of the sycamore trees on the street corners, scattering mottled light on the stone pavement, adding a lazy atmosphere to this ancient city. Zhong Yuemin walked out of the school and was about to go to a small restaurant to enjoy a hearty lunch.

However, when he was about to cross a narrow alley, a figure suddenly flashed before his eyes, and an old man fell to the ground. Zhong Yuemin was stunned for a moment, and his steps stopped involuntarily. He looked around and found that no one else noticed this scene except himself.

When he stepped forward, he saw an old man in ragged clothes, curled up, with a face full of vicissitudes and fatigue. His breathing was weak, as if it would stop at any time. Zhong Yuemin was stunned for a moment, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart. He hurriedly walked forward, squatted down, and called the old man softly.

"Uncle, uncle, can you hear me?" He squatted down and gently shook the old man's arm. The old man turned his head slowly and weakly, and there was a faint light in his cloudy eyes. He opened his mouth, his voice was weak and trembling. "Hungry, young man, please be kind and give me something to eat! I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry..."

At this moment, Zhong Yuemin's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and a sharp pain spread throughout his body. He looked at the old man curled up and shivered, his eyes full of helplessness and pain. A nameless anger ignited in his heart, and he blurted out without thinking, "Uncle, wake up, I'll take you to eat something good!"

Perhaps Zhong Yuemin's words gave the old man strength. He slowly raised his head, with a glimmer of gratitude in his eyes. He tried to stand up, but his body shook involuntarily. Zhong Yuemin was quick to support the old man and use his shoulders to support his weight. The old man slowly stood up.

"Thank you, thank you..." The old man kept thanking him, and then lay on Zhong Yuemin's back.

Zhong Yuemin was stunned for a moment, wanting to say something but not being able to. He took a deep breath and walked towards a restaurant not far away with the old man on his back. His mood was extremely complicated, anger, helplessness, sadness...all kinds of emotions intertwined.

When Zhong Yuemin walked into the small restaurant, he heard the restaurant owner's voice, "Hey, you're here, brother. It's been a while since you've been here!"

The restaurant owner greeted him warmly, but Zhong Yuemin seemed a little absent-minded. He said anxiously, "Boss, hurry up, is there any hot water?"

The restaurant owner was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Zhong Yuemin to be so anxious. Then he noticed the old man on Zhong Yuemin's back and immediately understood. He nodded and said, "Yes, there is hot water. I will prepare it now."

Zhong Yuemin put the old man down on his back, but was pulled aside by the restaurant owner. The owner looked at the old man panting on the chair from a distance with a mysterious and cautious look on his face, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, how did you meet him?"

Zhong Yuemin found it a little funny, so he briefly recounted his encounter with the old man. He didn't say much, but the boss was stunned. He said with emotion: "Brother, you are a really kind person. There are not many people like you these days. However, I still advise you to leave him alone."

Zhong Yuemin smiled and said nothing more. He knew in his heart that this was just a trivial kindness, but for the old man, it might be a ray of sunshine in his life.

When he returned to the old man, he found that he had wiped his face clean. Except for his clothes being a little messy and worn, his spirits were much better than before. He felt sad when he saw the old man's pale face.

"Uncle, what would you like to eat?" Zhong Yuemin asked with concern.

The old man opened his eyes slightly and answered weakly, "Just a bowl of noodle soup and a bowl of white rice."

Zhong Yuemin was very moved after hearing this. He really wanted to eat enough! He didn't even want any vegetables. "Uncle, what vegetables do you want to eat? Don't worry, I have money."

Just as Zhong Yuemin fell into deep thought, the old man suddenly spoke. "Dish? What they cook is also called dish? Is that what people eat?" He blurted out this question in a sarcastic tone.

Zhong Yuemin was stunned. He hadn't figured it out yet. The old man was almost starving to death, so why was he still so arrogant? What did he mean? He had eaten here many times. Was he not a human?

At this time, the boss was reluctantly bringing a bowl of rice and a bowl of noodle soup and had just put them on the table. After hearing the old man's words, the shop owner suddenly became furious. He shouted loudly, "Go, go, get out of here!" His face was extremely ugly. If it wasn't for Zhong Yuemin's face, he would have driven him away directly.

"Humph, do you think I am willing to come? If it weren't for this young man carrying me, I wouldn't come in even if you carried a sedan chair with eight people to invite me."

The restaurant owner became even angrier and started to curse. "Get out! Get out! Seeing you is bad luck. How dare you live like this? If I were you, I would have killed myself long ago."

The old man was probably really hungry, no matter what the restaurant owner said. He did not refute, and enjoyed his meal alone in the corner. His eyes were full of intoxication, and the soup dripped on the white rice, but he didn't care. At this time, the restaurant owner came angrily, as if he wanted to drive the old man away.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin quickly pulled the restaurant owner aside and persuaded him, "Boss, calm down first. I'll let him go after he finishes eating. Do you know him like this?"

"Who doesn't know him around here?" the restaurant owner said disdainfully. "He used to be the chef at Dongxinglou, but later he cooked for the Japanese. He's a typical traitor and running dog."

These words were like needles, piercing the old man's ears mercilessly. He raised his head, a trace of indignation flashed in his eyes. "I just cooked a meal for the devils, how come I became a traitor? Besides, the government has rehabilitated me, why do you still say that to me?"

The restaurant owner mocked. "The government is generous in rehabilitating you. If you have any integrity, you shouldn't cook for the Japanese. If I were you, I would have drugged the Japanese's food and knocked them all out."

After hearing this, the old man was stunned, and his original arrogance immediately disappeared. He looked at the smug restaurant owner, and the frustration in his heart surged like waves, but he could only keep silent.

Zhong Yuemin saw this scene and thought to himself: In this war of words, everyone is a winner and everyone is a loser. The war of words is endless, but not everyone has the courage and backbone. The restaurant owner said it very nicely, but if it were him, who knows what would happen?

In this world, some people always like to flatter themselves, claiming to be all-knowing and all-powerful. They firmly believe that their views are the absolute truth and cannot be questioned. However, the truth is often not so. The beliefs of these people are actually just a flattery they tailor for themselves, which makes them lose themselves in the illusory sense of superiority.

Imagine if a person always thinks he is right, how will he view those who disagree with him? He will use all means, including specious arguments, distortion of facts, and even attacks and abuse, to prove that he is right. This behavior is not only disgusting, but also makes people doubt its authenticity.

There are also some people in this world who are always self-centered and their behavior and judgment standards are always confusing. They seem to have a unique set of moral values ​​that only apply to themselves, but have completely different standards for the behavior of others.

This is the so-called "double standard". You can do the same thing yourself, but you cannot tolerate it when others do it. You can discuss, criticize, and evaluate others, but others cannot do the same to you.

People with double standards often take their own behavior for granted, but are extremely demanding of others. They can express their opinions freely, but cannot accept other people's dissent; they can make decisions at will, but require others to follow their wishes. This double standard is not only confusing, but also infuriating.

However, people with double standards do not think there is anything wrong with their behavior. They firmly believe that their views and practices are correct, while others are wrong. This self-centered attitude prevents them from seeing their own problems and makes them unable to understand the feelings of others.

In fact, double standards are a form of self-deception. They prevent people from seeing their own mistakes and make them unable to accept criticism from others. This self-protection mechanism puts people in a vicious cycle that will only lead to more contradictions and conflicts.

Zhong Yuemin thought about this and shook his head. He paid the restaurant owner and said, "Boss, I'm leaving first. You can let him stay here for a while. It won't affect your business."

Although the old man was eating, his eyes were always on Zhong Yuemin. As soon as he walked out of the door, the old man followed him.

Zhong Yuemin scratched his head, thinking, I treated you to a meal out of kindness, what do you mean now? Are you trying to rely on me? "Uncle, you are full now, why are you still following me?"

"Young man, you are so kind. Thank you for treating me to dinner." The old man said gratefully.

Zhong Yuemin scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly, "Uncle, I didn't do anything, you don't have to thank me."

The old man smiled and shook his head. "Young man, I see that you have a bright forehead and a lucky face. You will definitely have a great future. Although I am old, I still have good eyesight and I can never make mistakes when judging people."

After hearing this, Zhong Yuemin's face immediately turned dark. Damn, why does this word sound so familiar? Does he have a face that is prone to being cheated? He can encounter it everywhere. Although he thought so, he still asked with some doubts. "Uncle, what do you want to do?"

The old man answered seriously, "Brother, I want to be your cook."

Zhong Yuemin was stunned. He looked himself up and down. Although his clothes were neat and tidy, they were not very particular. He really couldn't understand why this old man wanted to be his cook. From the outside, he didn't look like a rich man at all!

The old man seemed to see through his thoughts and explained, "Young man, I saw that when you paid just now, you took out a large handful of money. I don't want any wages, just buy a meal. I just like you and want to be your cook. If it were someone else, don't even think about it."

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but laugh and cry when he heard this. This old man really dared to think and speak, as if he was some great person. Cooking for himself, as if he had taken a great advantage.

But he still asked seriously, "Uncle, are you sure you want to be my cook? I'm a poor boy and I don't have much money."

The old man smiled. "Don't worry, young man. I'm not doing this for money. I just like you and want to be your cook. Just provide the meals."

Zhong Yuemin smiled and didn't make any comments. "Let's not talk about anything else. I can let you try it first. If you do well, everything will be fine. If not, don't blame me."

"Just go ahead, I will definitely satisfy you. I'm not flattering you, but after you eat the food I cook..."

When he returned to the rental yard, Zheng Tong saw the old man behind Zhong Yuemin and teased him, "Yuemin, it's fine if you just pick up rags, but now you're picking up people!"

Zhong Yuemin didn't react, but the old man didn't want to! "You little bastard, how can you talk like that?"

"Fuck you, old man..."

Zhong Yuemin was too lazy to care about them, so Zhou Xiaobai asked curiously, "Yuemin, what's going on?"

"Wife, do you know that when I was on the road, I happened to see this old man fainted from hunger. I kindly invited him to have a meal, and this guy stuck to me, saying that I was handsome and insisted on being my cook. If anyone else wanted to, forget it."

"Hehe...Brother-in-law, we believe the first sentence, but you added the second sentence yourself."

"That's impossible. I am someone who is loved by everyone and flowers bloom wherever I see them..."

"Brother-in-law, please stop talking. I'm going to vomit if you keep talking."

"Don't say that. It has nothing to do with me. Don't let your sister Xiaobai misunderstand."

The female classmate didn't react at first, but when she did, her face turned red. "Bah, bah, Sister Xiaobai, your brother-in-law is bullying me."

"Brother-in-law, why do you seem to be doing this on purpose? Is it because we often go to restaurants to eat and you are scared of eating there? Have you found a chef to cook for us in the future?"

"Am I that person? I just took the old man to that restaurant for dinner. I asked him what he wanted to eat. Do you know what he said? You don't know! He said, can their dishes be called dishes? They are not for human consumption."

Zheng Tong now met his match and did not gain the upper hand in the verbal battle between the two. Hearing Zhong Yuemin's words, he immediately called for help. "Everyone, this old guy obviously said that we are not human. Since he is so boastful, let him show us his skills. It just so happens that we haven't eaten yet."

Since he wanted to show off his cooking skills, the old man was not vague and asked for the ingredients directly. "Cinnamon, cloves, cardamom, pepper, star anise, onion, sesame oil, rock sugar, nothing can be missing."

The kitchen was filled with a rich aroma, and the flames on the stove were jumping, illuminating the whole kitchen with warmth. The old man was busy, his technique was skillful and quick, and his knife skills were adept, with every cut being just right. His eyes were focused and firm, as if in this small kitchen, he was the center of the world.

The kitchen was also full of people, some were lighting the fire, some were helping out. Zhou Xiaobai stood aside, staring at Old Gao's technique, his heart full of awe and envy.

"Master, you must teach me in the future. This is amazing." Zhou Xiaobai couldn't help but admire.

The old man smiled, his smile was calm and composed. "Knife skills are the basic skills of a chef. If you are patient and work hard, you can succeed. Also, my last name is Gao."

When all the delicacies were laid out on the table, Zheng Tong had already forgotten about Old Man Gao. The rich food in front of him was simply a temptation with all its colors, aromas and flavors. Just looking at it made him want to drool, not to mention the wafting aroma, which was simply irresistible.

Take the seemingly ordinary boiled meat for example, the thin slices of meat seem to tell its story, and the green coriander and crystal sauce are the best embellishments. In an instant, the whole room is filled with tempting aroma, as if telling you: This is the taste of life!