cook and luthier

The cook conveniently put the money bag in the boy's hand back on his waist.

The cook said to the boy, "It's better not to do petty things." Then he continued to walk forward regardless of the onlookers.

At this time, the cook returned to his usual peaceful appearance, as if the momentary hotness just now was just an illusion of the person who saw it.Leading the horse, the cook walked past the restaurant where he used to stay, Yuefu Restaurant.The cook looked at the gate of the restaurant in a daze for a moment, feeling that it seemed a long time ago that he worked here. It turned out that he had been in Shangjing for so long that he could barely remember the time.

In fact, the cook first came to Shangjing because her husband often mentioned this city to her when he was alive, and her husband had lived here for a long time.Later, she asked her husband why he always mentioned this place. At this time, his eyes would be a little lonely, and then he would smile lightly and say, "Probably because it is so beautiful there."

The cook tied up the horse, locked the contents of the car, and walked into the Yuefu Restaurant, which he hadn't been to for a long time.The restaurant didn't change at all when she was there, people were still coming and going, business was booming, and even the waiter's attire didn't change at all.

The waiter boy served the cook a pot of bamboo leaf greens and a plate of stewed peanuts, "Sister, there are too many people, so I won't greet you." Turning around, he hurried away.

The cook remembered that he entered the Yuefu restaurant because of a dim sum, and later was summoned by the princess because of a dim sum. The magnolia yam her husband taught her attracted so many people.The cook didn't sit for a long time, and the ingredients in the carriage had to be brought back to the palace as soon as possible.The cook left a piece of silver and left.People who used to work together every day are doing well, and the cook thinks this is the best.

The cook returned to the palace, but was stunned when he stepped into his courtyard.The luthier sat quietly in the yard where the kitchen was, with his head down, wondering what he was thinking.At this time, the sky had begun to darken, and the kitchen of the palace was about to get busy at this time.The cook stayed for a while and then went straight into the house without speaking to the luthier.When the cook walked past the luthier, the luthier raised his head and looked at the cook's back thoughtfully.

Today, the princess took the luthier to the concert at the Yuefu Inn. During the meeting, the luthier found that the snacks made by the cook seemed to bring back memories of the princess’s past. When the princess summoned the cook before, the luthier also saw this expression on the princess’s face.During this period, not only the princess, but even her temperament teacher, the famous guqin master in Shangjing, seemed to be moved by the cook's dim sum.

The luthier vaguely felt that the cook's coming to the palace was not just because of his culinary skills on the surface, it was as simple as that.For the luthier, the cook is almost the only one who sees the sadness she has been hiding under the smile through the sound of the piano, and warms her heart with unique carvings on those nights.The luthier looked at the busy cook in the courtyard. This person has been in the palace for a long time, but he still keeps a distance from everyone, but at the same time, he always puts leftovers in the kitchen to cook. Delicious dim sum, and a variety of dim sum almost catered for everyone's taste in the kitchen.

A cook who silently and accurately records the preferences of everyone around him and silently takes care of him should be a gentle person to the luthier, but the cook always looks indifferent, as if he is separated from everyone, making people see well.

The luthier just kept looking at the cook, and the busy cook felt the luthier's probing eyes, but the cook never looked in the direction of the luthier, but other people in the kitchen spoke to the luthier from time to time.

Finally, the work in the kitchen was over, and the cook walked up to the luthier, "It's time for dinner, why don't you go to the front yard?"

The cook saw that the luthier had no intention of leaving. Although he always felt that this was someone else's business and he shouldn't ask more questions, he couldn't hold back.The cook vaguely felt that this person would not be just a passer-by on his hasty journey like the people he met in other places before.