attack stream of life

"We want millet porridge."

"Large portion or small portion?" Facing a row of scrawny guests, Qing Chuan was still smiling, very calm, with no difference in attitude.

They glanced at each other and discussed, "One large portion and eight small portions."

"OK, just a second."

A group of people found a corner to sit down, and then looked up and looked around. The other guests were still curious, and they occasionally glanced over inadvertently, but they were used to it.

Nine of them are members of an anorexic self-help group, and appeared here because of a strong recommendation from a team member.

To be honest, everyone is used to this kind of deliberate onlookers. Since I got anorexia, my body refuses food, and I feel nauseous and retching when I see it, so I lose weight every day. Psychotherapy, physical therapy and even chemical therapy are all tried, but the effect is minimal. .

Eating is no longer a kind of enjoyment, but a necessary torture for survival.

So once there is a food that they can eat, they will be crazy about Amway, and it is the same this time.I hope that the food here can make at least three or four of them eat it smoothly.

The tavern is now full of people, and if any guests come over, they can only eat around the long cabinet.

But Qing Chuan is still calm and unhurried, although his movements are fast, the knife is so fast that only the shadow of Xu Xu can be seen.The guests are very patient, it takes patience to eat and drink in this bistro, and the delicious food is worth the wait.

"The millet porridge is ready."

Nine bowls of millet porridge are placed on a wooden tray, accompanied by a total of eighteen side dishes of soy sauce, each of which is different, and each side dish is placed on top of the same size, dotted with bright red roe, white garlic, brown Shredded pork...just looking at it, I feel full of sincerity, as if I can immediately accept the sincerity from the chef.

A bowl of millet porridge and side dishes were placed in front of the nine people in the small corner.

"It smells very warm." A little girl who seemed to be the youngest lowered her head and sniffed. "I don't hate this smell. It's a very light scent that doesn't make people sick. I think I can accept this smell."

"Let me try it." The other person seemed to have made up his mind, he closed his eyes and spooned a spoonful of slightly hot millet porridge into his mouth.The others stared at him and watched him until the man's throat moved and he swallowed.

"How?" Someone asked him anxiously.

"Very good." said the man who took the first bite, his bloodshot eyes were shining like stars at this moment, "my stomach has never felt so good, it didn't send out a signal of rejection , I can eat this whole bowl.”

He really started to eat the leftover porridge in the bowl, the millet porridge had no taste at all, but after eating it, it was as if the harsh winter environment got a stove in his stomach, very warm, very warm, very happy, the happiness of eating.

Only when you have lost it, you will know how happy and rare it is to feel this kind of food slowly melting in the stomach and turning into heat flowing into the limbs and veins.

The dry taste buds were resurrected as if nourished by nectar. He seemed to be able to feel the beauty brought by sour, sweet, bitter, hot and salty again. He was so excited as if he had regained his sense of taste. It has been more than four years that he has never felt this way. A strong urge to eat.

The people in the corner quietly ate the porridge one bite at a time. After finishing the porridge, they began to eat vegetables bit by bit. Although they stopped talking, the happiness on their faces could be heard.

Before they packed up the dishes and left, they ran over specially to thank the busy Qing Chuan, "Thank you very much for making such delicious food, we will introduce more people here. The millet porridge is delicious, and the cooking skills of the little boss are superb." Great."

Qing Chuan accepted their thanks very calmly, although the deliciousness of the food was due to the high quality of its own ingredients on the one hand, and also to his skill and dedication on the other hand.

Millet porridge itself is very nutritious and easy to digest food, and the water he uses to cook the porridge is also special, it is soft spring water transported from deep mountains.

Millet porridge also has a little aroma of red dates, you may not smell it, but this little aroma can arouse appetite, and the nutrients of red dates are also well integrated into the bland and tasteless millet porridge, making it sweet aftertaste .

There are a lot of white-collar workers in the neighborhood, and the work pressure is heavy and the three meals are irregular, so the stomach is not good. When passing by at night, they will come in and drink a bowl of millet porridge. They use these few minutes of free time to soothe the tortured body and spirit, and then rub their faces. Continue to work overtime.

Although it is very cheap food, the degree of care is the same. The stomach is the most able to feel the sincerity of food, and the body knows what is good and what is not.Recently, there have been a group of regular customers who come to drink porridge. Simple ingredients, as long as you put your heart into it, you can make very delicious and nutritious food.

Every time he sees customers leaving the tavern with satisfaction and happiness, as a chef and store manager, he will also feel a little joy in his heart.

Food should be so simple.

From dinner to supper, there is about two hours of rest in between.

Qing Chuan hung a resting sign at the door, went upstairs to the small room by himself, twisted his neck and arms, and fell faceless on the bed.Even if it is a knife, you will still feel uncomfortable if you stand there for several hours.

"When you are doing business, you smile like a warm baby in winter, that gentle and amiable little male god. As soon as you close the door, you will show your original shape, and you will become a sloppy man in seconds."

"Who does not do business like this? Let customers enjoy the most considerate service. Keep smiling, treat troublesome customers calmly, be tolerant of picky customers, and take care of everyone's emotions as much as possible. This is the service industry. The most basic quality. Once I put on the uniform and stood there, I was the shop manager of this store, but now, I am Qingchuan."

"The me at work, and the me in peacetime, you should see them as two people."

Qingchuan always has a lot of great truths, and the system can't hold him back.

After all, he is not a mortal person. His body doesn't feel tired, but his heart is tired and the computer is running on overload.

Fortunately, this is just a small shop. If it is a big shop, how can he manage it by himself?On the other hand, he doesn't like strangers staying in his private space. In essence, Qingchuan is a very xenophobic person. He is always wary of strange things, and strangers are the same.

After lying down for 15 minutes, not much, not less, Qingchuan finished charging, jumped up from the bed, and looked at his face in the full-length mirror that was one person tall.

"The hair doesn't grow long, the nails don't grow long either, and it returns to its original shape after being injured for a second. If it's a human, it's obviously abnormal, but if it's a ghost, it has an entity. Could it be that I should be considered a kitchen knife now?"

Thinking that everyone else is a tall sword sword spirit, an antique object spirit, but he is a relatively ordinary kitchen knife...

Seems to understand why the original owner can't wait to leave.

"System, did the original owner leave after knowing the future development and not wanting to play?"

"Yes."

"How should it develop? How exactly?"

"You just thought of asking this question? I've waited for you for so long, but I've waited. The first thing other hosts do when traveling is to understand the plot, and you're only thinking about it now?"

The system really wanted to shake his host's shoulders to make him feel better. The original owner walked so neatly, and it was obvious that the future would be a mess. Why was he so big-hearted, and never once asked about the next development after accepting it.

The system wanted to wait for the day when the host couldn't help but ask, but it didn't expect to wait for hundreds of years.

How many hundreds of years can Tongsheng be?

"When did I say I should care about the plot? I'm asking about the future development of the original owner. Isn't the plot just about other people's lives? I even carefully persist in my own life. How can I care about other people's love and hatred? ? Is it not good-looking? Is the food not delicious? Or is life too boring?"

Oh, yes, he didn't mention the plot at all.The system's desire to confide was pressed into the throat, and it held back for hundreds of years, but it couldn't hold back anymore.

"If you don't ask me, I will tell you! You just know that this is a story about the human protagonist No. [-] and the demon protagonist No. [-] killing each other, fighting against another big boss, and then building a harmonious and happy life for humans and monsters. You know that the human protagonist Who? Who is the demon protagonist? Who is the big boss? How do they kill and love each other? How do they fight against an enemy together? How to build a harmonious life? How do humans react? How do demons react?..."

Seeing the system chattering endlessly, Qingchuan remained silent.

Qing Chuan: Did I usually pay too little attention to the system? What has this kid become?

"Come, come, sit down, let me tell you a story." The system was full of enthusiasm.

Turning into a knife that cannot move or speak, and has been held back for hundreds of years, not only Qingchuan will be suffocated, but the system will also be suffocated and perverted.

Qing Chuan refused, "But I just want to know the story of the original owner."

"I buy one get one free."

"I remembered that I have to prepare the ingredients for supper, so I'm leaving." Qing Chuan grabbed the chef's uniform and left. The system hurriedly caught up, saying while chasing.

"Aren't you going to make fried dumplings for supper? It's okay, I'll talk while you wrap it, so it won't waste time."

The system didn't allow him to refuse, so he started to talk blah blah blah.

Starting from the historical origin of the two protagonists, the ancestor of the human protagonist is the one who sealed the big demon, and the ancestor and the big demon are still close friends who have nothing to say.According to the whole plot, the two of them vaguely have some signs of surpassing friendship, but for the stability of human society, the ancestors of the protagonist still say that they should be sealed, which is quite hardcore.

So the first thing this big demon did when he went out was to settle accounts with the descendants of the protagonist. Unexpectedly, they signed a contract that they could not hurt each other due to this mistake.Then the protagonist is [-]% similar to his ancestor. Facing this face, the monster is really love-hate and hard to let go.

With such a background, the story begins...

Can these humans and monsters get better?Do you have any other hobbies besides dating?If it’s not good, you can change it. It’s a big deal that you’ve been obsessed with it for 1000 years because of a failed crush.

How many first loves have results?

While kneading the dough, Qing Chuan sighed in his heart, why he couldn't think about it, and wanted to ask about the follow-up development of the original owner of the system. This has changed people, and he is the one who is leaving.No one can give him advice on how to go, neither the plot nor the original owner.

At eleven o'clock, it was already closing time, but there was still a customer who was drinking in the store, probably because of unsatisfactory things in life or career, and he looked very depressed.

Everyone knows that this tavern does not welcome alcoholic guests. If you want to get drunk, you will consciously avoid this tavern, but you will still come here occasionally when you want to find someone to talk to. Qingchuan is really kind when he is working Very gentle, and talk less and do not spread rumors.

"It's really annoying."

The drinking guest let out a sigh of relief, "I have to work overtime every day, and I have missed my wife's birthday three times. Even if she didn't say anything, I feel guilty. My mother always wants us to divorce because we have no children. I don't care. I don't want to divorce, but I don't know how to face my mother."

As the guest spoke, Qing Chuan listened quietly while wiping his wine glass.

Many people complain to him not because they can get brilliant answers, but because they want to find a quiet listener.

"Maybe a mother's life is complete with children, and she doesn't have an old age of her own, so she pins all her hopes on her grandchildren. If only she could be like the old lady next door and be happy every day after dinner Going out to dance, you can find fun even on days off, it would be nice to travel with a group of people. I have already spent the first half of my life on my father and me, and I want to spend the rest of my time on my grandchildren. Isn't it too pitiful?"

He sighed and continued, "Maybe this is the reason why she doesn't like my wife. My wife is a person who leaves early and returns late to work like me. We share the housework, although there is no Children, but we always had fun together. My mother felt that a woman's life was worthless if she couldn't have children."

The man said to himself, he drank three glasses of spirits, and he was already a little drunk, "Even if I compromise, so what. If she is not satisfied with my wife, there is always a place to find dissatisfaction. At home There will be constant disputes, and I seem to be able to foresee it all. Maybe I shouldn't know too much, so I can be a good son who pleases my mother."

"My wife is already very unhappy, and all this has affected my life. I am going to apply for a tour group for my mother. Do you think it is useful?... I hope she can meet some reliable friends. Anyway, I will They won’t get divorced, and if things get to that point, they will probably choose to adopt a child.”

He made up his mind, and Qing Chuan was also happy for him, "A bowl of hangover tea, drink it. Hurry up and go home after drinking, I wanted to go to bed early."

"Thank you, I feel much more comfortable now. Does it matter if the car is parked at the door? I probably need to take a taxi back now."

"It doesn't matter, go back, pay attention to safety on the road."

He finally saw off the last guest and was about to close the door.

"Hello, may I have some hot water?" A skinny old man with a whitish blue headscarf around his head, carrying a bag of plastic bottles and garbage bags, is an old scavenger.

"I can buy it." She said as she took out a cloth pocket and carefully took out a coin.

The old man looked very disturbed and timid, and if it wasn't for the fact that his tavern was the only one open nearby, she probably wouldn't want to come near it.

"Come in. One dollar can buy a lot of things." Qing Chuan said with a smile, and there was a heart-warming power in his smile.

He carefully opened the tables on both sides, led her in, sat on the seat, then took the one dollar in her hand, and brought a bowl of millet porridge, two pieces of steamed lion's head decorated with many vegetables and gravy.All served piping hot, with a pleasant, delicious aroma.

"I only have one dollar." The old man became even more uneasy.

"It's only one yuan." The little boss continued to wipe his wine glass quietly.

"Too much."

"Not many, they are all leftovers, and they will be broken tomorrow."

The old man seemed to accept this explanation. She carefully put away the dry and cold steamed buns in her bosom.

I don't know if it's because my stomach is very eager for steaming food. After drinking a bowl of porridge, the old man felt that his whole body was warmed up. She devoutly ate every grain of millet left on the wall of the bowl.

Millet porridge is a little sweet, with a very fragrant taste of millet, and a little sweet and fragrant red dates.

The old man feels like he has returned to his childhood, when the conditions were poor and he couldn’t eat meat, and millet porridge was the best and most nourishing tonic. It was the warmest taste in memory.

The millet porridge she tried to make by herself has never tasted like the millet porridge made by her mother in her memory. After many years, she ate such warm millet porridge again.

"Is there red dates in the millet porridge?" She couldn't help asking.

Qingchuan nodded.

It turned out to be like this, my mother secretly added red dates, which was a very extravagant thing in memory, probably because she was afraid that the elders would be angry, so she deliberately made it so that people could not see it, and only when she ate it could she find some clues, so she always Can't make the taste of mother, her millet porridge is only millet.

There is also a plate of meatballs on the table, brown and round meatballs, tender green, light green and dark green vegetables, and reddish-brown gravy, even looking at it feels like a visual enjoyment.

The meat balls are smooth and soft, the cooked vegetables are very refreshing, and the gravy is rich and fragrant. The stomach that has been soothed by the millet porridge accepts these foods well.

Qingchuan didn't speak all the time, just doing his own thing quietly, the time was approaching eleven o'clock, the outside was getting darker and darker, but the room was getting warmer and warmer.

But he didn't show any intention of chasing people, and he was still wiping the glass slowly.This makes the old man feel good and has a feeling of being respected.

After eating well, the old man tidied up the bowls and chopsticks, and pushed the chair back to its original position.

"Except for the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, the tavern is open until 10:30 every day." Qing Chuan reminded her.

Although he didn't say anything else, the old man could feel the kindness very much. He was inviting her to come over every day to eat such a sumptuous one yuan dinner.Where is such a one-dollar supper?Although she doesn't eat out often, she knows the price of food more or less, even the price of food has increased.

"You are such a good person." The old man said, "I have been in this city for four years, and every day I want to go home and miss the people in my hometown. This place is different from my home, although everyone wears good clothes and lives well. But there is no smile on my face. I will go home tomorrow, and today is the last night. I didn’t expect to eat such delicious millet porridge and meatballs. You are so handsome and kind. Reported."

The wrinkles on the old man's face stretched out, and he left the tavern with a happy mood.

The grayish-blue city phantom left to her by this city seemed to open a small door in the corner, and a warm orange light shone through the door, and there was a very good-looking little chef inside. , can make delicious millet porridge, and has a particularly warm smile.