I was raised by the BOSS in the infinite copy

When Guiming was young, he felt that the adults were the ones he had seen since he was a child. The rolling hills stood in front of him and shone on his way forward.

He looked at them with admiration, and even couldn't help imitating them, hoping that he would grow into a hill in the future, stable and resolute.

When he got older, he began to grow taller, and the gap between him and adults continued to narrow, and he suddenly began to panic. This panic was unreasonable, and it seemed to happen suddenly. He was not yet mature, but the mountain ahead had already No longer tall and straight.

They are starting to age.

Things like time may not wait for you to be ready at all.

Guiming didn't hear that his master had this problem before, it should have been caused in the past few years. Although the restaurant is getting bigger and bigger, his body is also broken.

I went to the toilet twice in such a short period of time, there must be something wrong, but the master has always been brave and does not want to show weakness in front of him.

He couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart: "Master, he is so sick that he even went to the kitchen to cook for me..."

embolus:"……"

While talking, the waiter took them to their seats, because the guests had finished eating, and it was not time for meals at the moment, and there was no one in the restaurant. Guiming and the others had a large private room, which was separated by screens and covered with red cloth. But all the dishes on the round table were home-cooked dishes - braised pork in brown sauce, pork with potatoes, Chinese cabbage, lotus root soup, and a steamed fish.

They are all the things that Guiming never got tired of eating when he was a child.

The expression on the waiter's face was very stiff, but his hands couldn't help shaking, and he pulled out his seat after shaking for a long time. Seeing Guiming's sad expression, his voice trembled a little: "...Little boss, don't worry...cough... ..." He faked a cough: "Big boss..." He couldn't help turning his head and shrugging his shoulders.

Guiming only thought that he was sad for the master, and it was even worse for a while.

The waiter shook his shoulders for a long time before he had enough laughter and turned his head: "It's okay, the big boss may have eaten too much at night, little boss, you can eat boldly."

Gui Ming only treated himself as a waiter to comfort himself, and said firmly: "Well, Master will be fine..."

It's just that the expression on his face is not a look of belief at all, but a kind of Ah Q-style self-comfort.

The waiter almost couldn't bear it anymore, and hurriedly found an excuse to slip away.

Shuanzi told Guiming not to think so much, and just eat, because food is innocent, he said: "Mr. Xiao, your master definitely wants you to eat the food he cooks happily. The important thing is not the food, but your happiness." .”

Guiming quickly adjusted his mentality. He made up his mind while eating. During this time, he must urge Master to take good care of his body.

Then I couldn't help sighing in my heart: "Oh, if only I had a teacher's wife..." In this way, I can supervise the master, persuade him to rest more, and protect his body more, so that he will not take it seriously and suffer when the time comes It's me.

As he ate and ate, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was a good idea.

So the goal changed from urging Master to take care of his health to finding a wife for Master.

Shuanzi didn't know that Guiming was having a meal, and suddenly wanted to be a matchmaker. He was tentatively sticking his chopsticks into the dish, half hesitant and half expectant.

As a living corpse, except for the last time he ate the dishes made by Mr. Xiao and tasted a little cooked food, he dealt with blood food and raw meat at other times. To be honest, the taste is really mediocre, but no matter what it is Eating cooked food is like chewing firewood in your mouth, so you can only make do with it.

Shuanzi attacked with the mentality that even if it was firewood, he would chew it.

He needs a little courage.

Now that he was fully prepared, he stretched out his chopsticks and put them in his mouth——

Guiming: "I think it's good for Aunt Wang to be my mistress."

Shuanzi: "Pfft——"

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Like ordinary small supermarkets, small restaurants or small shops, some will hang a welcome device at the door, and when a customer comes in, they will shout - "Welcome!"

And this welcome device is not hung at the gate entrance of the entire restaurant. In fact, the gate entrance is just a decoration. It's locked and can never be opened.

The real escape route is at the exit of the back kitchen. Generally, restaurants have a back door in the back kitchen. When the sewage comes out, you go there. The exit is also the exit, and the welcome device is hung there.

When people with other copies come in, the welcome device will shout: "Welcome!"

But now this welcome device looks like a ghost: "Ding Dong——welcome light, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome..."

A large number of people from other copies broke into here.

When the last person entered here, the greeter finally yelled "Welcome!" in a complete voice, as if he was relieved, and the sound disappeared.

The head chef counted silently in his heart, and the welcome device rang eighteen times in total.

The small back kitchen is now full of living corpses and ghosts.

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Gui Ming couldn't help but said: "Why isn't my master coming back?" As if getting up to go and have a look, Shuan Zi stopped him: "I'll go."

He said, "I'm just going to go to the bathroom and ask for help."

Guiming said "oh", he turned his head to look at Liu Youren and Wang Daquan, and seeing their polite expressions: "Why don't you eat?"

Liu Youren stretched out his chopsticks with some difficulty, at this moment Guiming said: "Just now Shuanzi didn't eat much, I just mentioned Aunt Wang, he looks like he has no appetite at all..." He couldn't help it A little depressed: "Does he think that my master and Aunt Wang are not a good match?"

Liu Youren simply put down his chopsticks: "Mr. Xiao, it's not easy for others to interfere in this kind of matter."

Guiming sighed and didn't say anything more about it.

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Embolus went to the bathroom.

He looked around, then reached out to take the hair out of his pocket and put it on the sink.

Shuanzi said: "Let's go." After finishing speaking, he would withdraw his hand——

He paused, only to see that the hair was entangled with his fingers and couldn't come off. When he withdrew his hand, he also brought the hair back.

embolus:"……"

The hair twisted and squeezed and made a "chirp" sound.

Shuanzi sighed: "Don't worry, it's okay, you stay where you were, no one can hurt you, Mr. Xiao won't stay here for too long."

The hair began to "beep" in a low voice.

Shuanzi's scalp was numb from it, and he tried to get rid of the hair, but found that the hair was knotted on his own initiative, and he couldn't really deal with it. After all, he couldn't explain it to the chef, so he could only speak nicely. He said: "It's useless for you to follow me, you are a ghost in this copy, staying here will help you take shape."

The hair still continued to whisper softly.

Shuanzi spoke dryly, and there was nothing he could do about her, so he could only say, "Okay, okay, but don't make noise, don't move, and don't make noise, you're just a bunch of hair, hair can't groan Beep, do you hear me?"

The hair finally stopped "squealing", and he pulled it by himself and got into Shuanzi's pocket.

embolus:"……"

He sighed, rubbed the center of his brows, and turned around again. He didn't find the chef in the bathroom, so he walked towards the back kitchen.

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Aunt Huo looked at the group of ghosts on the opposite side. She shielded the little ghost from behind, blocking his sight, took a step forward, and said bluntly: "Hand over the people!"

The chef sneered: "Who is it?" The gas stove in the kitchen ignited silently, the cutting board made a clanging sound, and the range hood rang, making the quiet kitchen lively again.

Aunt Huo was a little nervous, and the black hair on her body couldn't help standing up. Fortunately, the villagers of Huo's Village stood together with her, and said to the chef, "I'm from Huo's Village!"

chef:"……"

The gas stove made a beep and turned off.

Aunt Huo gained a little bit of confidence, and opened her mouth to threaten: "I advise you not to be too ignorant, Mr. Xiao is a guest of our Huo's Village, if you hurt one of his fingers..."

Zhao Laosan shouted from the side: "We will crush your dungeon!"

"Correct!"

"Tamp down this instance of yours!"

"Hand over Mr. Little!"

As soon as Shuanzi entered the back kitchen, he saw such a lively scene, and immediately he was not in a hurry, leaning against the door with his arms crossed: "..." He looked like he was watching the excitement.

The gas stove was turned off, and the cutting board was silent. The head chef felt the playful eyes behind him, and immediately drove away all the ghosts standing behind him: "Let's go, don't stand around and watch the excitement."

The chef ghost made a face at him, then got back into the kitchen utensils.

The head chef stopped being fierce, and instead smiled at the villagers: "Cough...it's all a misunderstanding."

The villagers were a little puzzled, but when they saw Shuanzi at the door with sharp eyes, they subconsciously called out: "Shuanzi?!"

Shuanzi let out a "yo" with a bit of sarcasm: "Do you still remember me? I thought I wasn't from our village!?"

As soon as Aunt Huo saw Shuanzi, she immediately became angry. She even forgot about the head chef. Seeing Shuanzi's leisurely look, she knew that nothing happened to this guy. The problem was— - "Where is Mr. Little?!" She Xingshi asked.

Shuanzi: "Okay, I'm eating now."

Aunt Huo: "..."

A lot of her scolding words were blocked by this sentence, and she squeezed out a sentence for a long time: "Why don't you stay by his side!"

Shuanzi: "Mr. Xiao asked me to come out and find his master."

Aunt Huo frowned, blankly: "Master?"

Shuanzi turned his head in the direction of the head chef: "Here——his master."

Aunt Huo: "..."

Villager: "..."

This is a little embarrassing... As the saying goes, when the flood flooded the Dragon King Temple, one family did not know the other.

They made this laborious, broke the boat, and prepared to save Mr. Xiao from the fire, but they didn't know that Mr. Xiao came to visit his master.

Aunt Huo and the villagers looked at each other, and finally Aunt Huo smiled embarrassedly at the head chef: "... hug, sorry, we are too reckless."

The head chef is very tempered: "It's okay."

"Master, what's your name?"

"If your surname is Zhou, just call me Master Zhou."

"Master Zhou, hello Master Zhou, we are too flustered, suddenly you are so grown-up, and we can't find it all at once."

"Understandable, understandable."

In the harmonious atmosphere, Shuan Zi couldn't help interjecting while hugging his unshakable hair: "That...Master Zhou."

The head chef turned his head to look at Shuan Zi.

Shuanzi: "That hair of yours..."

"Hair?" A voice rang out.

He said he was going to look for someone, but he couldn't see anyone, so he couldn't sit still, so Gui Ming, who just went to find someone, walked to the door when he heard Shuanzi say something about "hair".

"What hair?" He walked in and took a look.

Good guy, isn't that a villager from Huo's Village? Aunt Huo is the one standing at the front!Standing behind Aunt Huo's hand is a kid, looking at him with aggrieved eyes.

Guiming immediately felt guilty, and just came out to commit a crime and ran into the sufferer. Before the crime was committed, he had to bear the burden of his heart. Said: "I still have something to do, I'll go first."

I just want to take a walk.

"Sir!"

"elder brother!"

"Little Mister!!"

The villagers swarmed over, and Aunt Huo hugged her directly: "You're scaring us to death!"

"That's right, why don't you say hello to us if you're leaving."

"Sir, you can't do this."

"We're all still reasonable people."

Then the kid said, "Brother, take me with you."

The villagers paused in a preaching tone, and then all looked at the kid.

Kid: "..."

Guiming finally found the highest point of morality, he said: "How can you do such a dangerous thing as a child!"

Then the villagers stopped looking at the little ghost, and looked at Guiming with subtle eyes.

Oh, so you still know the danger?

Thought you didn't know?

Seeing that his scalp was numb, Guiming couldn't help but want to find a helper. He said in a vain way: "...Isn't there an embolus to accompany me?"

It’s fine if he doesn’t talk about it, but when he talks about it, Aunt Huo gets angry: “What’s the use of his shabby hukou, I can’t even take care of you, but I can still take care of you!? I think he’s going to live to the end of his life for so many years.” It's gone in your stomach. Anyone with a little brain, who thinks about everything, will persuade you, unlike him, he ran away with you by himself. "

Guiming was so humiliated that he couldn't lift his head, and whispered: "... Shuanzi still persuaded me."

Aunt Huo didn't believe it at all: "If he persuaded you, why would he run away with you?"

Guiming finally came out to take the blame by himself: "Aunt Huo, I made my own decision." He said: "Shuanzi can't stop me."

Aunt Huo looked at Gui Ming and said nothing.

Guiming couldn't help feeling guilty when he was watched: "...I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, silly boy."

Aunt Huo said softly, she rubbed Gui Ming's head, let go of her embrace, not only didn't blame him, but smiled at him: "Dare to act, you are a man."

Guiming was a little irritated by the praise. He knew that he was not a man at all. He wanted to walk the road that his grandmother had walked, but he was unprepared. In the eyes of others, he did not stand up at all.He was doted on by everyone and grew up, but he couldn't help but fear that this love would not last long.

He felt ashamed for himself, and felt sorry for making Huo's Village worry about him, because he knew that Huo's Village came here in a mighty way from where he lived, not for anything else, just because he made them worry .

And the root cause of this worry is that he has not reassured people at all.

He feels that he is already very big, but in the eyes of others, he is still a child.

He should be unwilling, like any teenager, to yell and vent, to prove himself to do more stupid and stupid things, but he didn't, he just felt embarrassed, ashamed, blamed, and a lot of guilt.

Aunt Huo saw through his heart, so she didn't blame him.

He smiled at Aunt Huo, and Aunt Huo smiled back, probably because seeing that the child was safe and sound, no amount of anger was gone.

However, Aunt Huo's anger towards Guiming has dissipated, but it is not so easy to dissipate her anger towards Shuanzi. Her eyebrows are not eyebrows, and her eyes are not eyes: "Yo, are you still alive?"

Shuanzi: "..." What's the matter, when will he die?

Guiming also had no choice but to throw Shuanzi a self-seeking look, and threw Shuanzi away in a particularly disrespectful manner.

He hurriedly met the eyes of the master, suddenly understood, and leaned over: "Master, you had a stomachache earlier, didn't you really feel sick to your stomach?"

The master glanced at him and always felt that his eyes were strange: "What's wrong?"

Gui Ming: "I was scared to death, I thought you really had something wrong with your stomach!"

Master: "..." He couldn't help but sigh, "Ming Zi."

"What's the matter, Master?"

Master looked at him: "Master treats you pretty well, right?"

Gui Ming let out an "Ah", feeling embarrassed to be with Master at such an age, so he said, "It's okay."

"It's just okay... no wonder." The master snorted, blamed the unrestrained words, and dared to curse your master for illness?

Guiming was puzzled: "What's the matter, Master?" Then he pretended to be smart: "...Then, it's good?" His tone was still very uncertain.

Master: "..."

So that night, when the villagers were resting on the second floor of the restaurant, Guiming was memorizing the menu.

Before dawn the next day, Guiming was called up by his master again, and he started cutting vegetables with a knife. The master stood beside him and said, "You are not good at knife skills. It seems that you haven't used a knife for a long time. Let's cut potatoes first. Then start cutting tofu—there is a famous dish, do you know Wensi Tofu?"

Guiming's head was big, and he couldn't help crying immediately: "Ah!?"

"What are you, Wensi tofu, a classic dish! Cut the tofu as thin as a hair!"

"But Master, I like to eat big pieces!" Guiming vowed: "The big pieces are delicious, but the hairy tofu doesn't taste like tofu!"

Master was so blocked by this guy that he almost forgot what he was going to say next: "Did I ask you to eat it? I'm training your knife skills!"

After finishing speaking, I couldn't help but started to chant sutras.

Hearing this, Guiming wanted to live and die, so he cut half a pot of potatoes according to the master's long scriptures, and he really did it unexpectedly, cutting out thin slices like cicada wings, and finally the master took them to fry in a frying pan Yes, make potato chips for the kid to eat.

The little ghost was not very happy to come. Last night, the villagers didn’t eat much. Originally, Master Zhou wanted to arrange for them, but the villagers all refused. They asked if there was any raw food, and Master Zhou understood it very well. They arranged salmon as a seafood.

However, the villagers didn't take much notice of these, and only ate a little bit, until the little devil crunched and ate the potato chips.

The villagers couldn't help casting sideways glances.

The kid showed off, "Brother did it!"

I know that my brother made it, but the question is, how can you eat it! ?

Why can you eat it! !

The villagers stretched out their hands in the depressed mood that everyone is the same: "Let me have a taste?"

Kid: "..." A bowl of potato chips just disappeared.

Then the villagers rushed to Master Zhou's place in a swarm, oh my god, what kind of god is this, why can they eat the dishes made by them as living corpses!

At this moment, Master Zhou is still asking Guiming to cut tofu, probably because the success of potatoes has given Guiming a lot of confidence, he naively thought he could, and then...it was cold.

The master was beside him: "Light, it must be light, like stroking a woman's body, with emotion..."

Guiming couldn't listen anymore, he couldn't help but said: "Master, I haven't touched it before!"

Master let out an "oh" and said, "Me neither."

Gui Ming is speechless, so you still describe it so idiotically!Those who don’t know think you know it well! !

The master couldn't see Guiming's slander, so he tapped on the table: "I haven't seen pig running and eaten pork before, you are very tender, what do you know..." Then the topic went off track: "Students who go to school Is there anyone chasing you?"

Guiming said stiffly: "No."

The master just pouted, very puzzled: "Why?" Your kid is obviously very attractive to ghosts, why didn't you?

Although the master disapproves of Gui Ming talking to those ghost sisters and ghost sisters, but his apprentice is so handsome, no one likes it, isn't it unreasonable?

Guiming also didn't understand: "Why do I have to be liked by others, I'm not RMB."

The master said impatiently: "But you are like a coin."

Guiming: "???" What the hell?

The master suddenly started to cough violently, and Gui Ming didn't care about the question of how he looked like Mingbi for a while, as asking would hurt his feelings.

He saw that Master didn't have a fake cough, but coughed as if his lungs were about to come out, so he quickly put down the kitchen knife and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, Master?"

"Are you okay, don't worry, take a breath first!"

The master took a long breath and waved his hands: "It's okay, it's okay, I suddenly lost my breath and choked, it's okay, don't panic."

Then he coughed again.

Guiming didn't care about the previous things any more, just as the villagers came to look for him: "Master Zhou..." Then he looked at Guiming: "Is Mr. Xiao there too?"

Finally, he came closer: "This is cooking, what kind of cooking?"

Guiming said: "Wensi Tofu."

The villagers didn't understand this, so they asked again: "What Wensi tofu?"

Guiming explained: "It is to cut the tofu as thin as a hair."

Villager: "..." He doesn't quite understand, is this delicious?

Guiming looked at him expectantly, hoping that he could dispel the idea of ​​Master asking him to make Wensi tofu!

The villagers boasted dryly: "As expected of a little gentleman, making tofu is different from others, playing tricks."

Guiming turned his head in despair, the villagers also had something to ask Master Zhou, so he said: "Master Zhou, we have something to do and we want to find you."

Master Zhou was a little puzzled, but he followed the villagers out and told Guiming, "Be gentle!"

Guiming, who looks like Mingbi, said weakly: "Got it..."

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Once outside, several waiting villagers rushed forward.

"Master Zhou, Master Zhou!"

"Why can we eat the dishes you cook in the kitchen?"

"Yes, why?"