After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

"It's not that exaggerated."

After the speech, Dong Chuanlin hurriedly sniffed his left shoulder and then sniffed the cuff of his clothes. His originally stretched brows became tighter and tighter. The smell...is really hard to describe.

"Okay, I admit it smells a little bad." Dong Chuanlin pulled Han Song forward with a droopy face, "You go to patrol quickly, I'll go back and wash up, and I'll go to your place to find you later."

Han Song stood still, "I'll go back with you."

"Ah?" Dong Chuanlin said, "Don't make trouble, hurry up! Let Uncle Fu know that he is going to scold you again."

The uncertain uncle is the most difficult to serve.

A few days ago, Han Song went back to the house to have dinner with Aunt Han and Dong Chuanlin, chatted for a while after the meal, and went back a quarter of an hour late.

As a result, Uncle Fu warned Dong Chuanlin with a cold face, telling him not to pester Han Song with his childish temper.

The name is to go for a walk, but in fact Dong Chuanlin, who wants to spend more time with Han Song in the name of a walk, blushes instantly, and the rebuttals he stumbles out have no deterrent effect on Uncle Fu.

He admitted that Han Song's late arrival had something to do with him, if he hadn't said that he had to walk slowly after dinner to facilitate digestion, maybe Han Song would have arrived earlier.

Dong Chuanlin's head was spinning very fast, when he was trying to think of better rebuttals.Han Song stretched out his long arms, hugged his shoulders, and nodded to Uncle Fu.

"It has nothing to do with him. I forgot the time. I promise there will be no next time."

Han Song's words were neither humble nor overbearing, sincere and powerful, and his tone was flat without fluctuations.

No matter how it sounds, it doesn't sound like an apology because I feel that I am wrong, but it seems that I am reluctant to say it after being oppressed, but there is no point in the words that makes people criticize.

The intimate shoulder-to-shoulder gesture of the two hurt Fu Hanzhang's eyes, and he became angry when he thought of his husband not coming home for a long time, and said coldly with a dark face and shaking his sleeves: "Hurry up and come in!"

It was rare to see Uncle Fu, who was not afraid of anything, deflated, and Dong Chuanlin was in high spirits.

Taking a peek at the big palm on his shoulder, Dong Chuanlin just raised his head to praise, Han Song put away his long arms and urged: "Go back and go to bed early."

Thin-skinned as Dong Chuanlin, after Uncle Fu warned him last time, he deliberately avoided Uncle Fu for several days.

It's impossible not to pester Han Song, and it's impossible not to take a walk after dinner!

Dong Chuanlin's avoidance of Uncle Fu is definitely not because he is afraid of him, but Han Song is working under him. If Uncle Fu takes all the anger of dissatisfaction and unlovedness on Han Song, it will be miserable.

Seeing Han Song still not moving, Dong Chuanlin became anxious, "Hurry up!"

"Uncle Fu is busy and doesn't have time to talk to me." Han Song raised his eyebrows and said, "Is this the letter you wrote to Uncle Yang?"

Dong Chuanlin reacted and said happily: "Uncle Yang is back? The efficiency is really fast!" It was Uncle Yang's temperament to rush back as soon as he received the letter.

"Yeah." Han Song dragged him to the residence, "The one who came back with the medicine cart shocked Uncle Fu."

Dong Chuanlin was secretly delighted, "Did Uncle Yang yell at Uncle Fu?" His steps were much lighter, and he no longer disliked the bad smell on his body.

Han Song was silent for a while, hesitantly said: "Almost."

The facts were similar to what Dong Chuanlin had guessed. Uncle Yang rushed to the study with his bag on his shoulders, stared at Uncle Fu and dragged him back to his room after finishing his business.

Han Song didn't expect that Uncle Yang, who was able to subdue Uncle Fu, a tough guy with strong bones, was actually a man who was quick and easy.

"Uncle Fu is famous for being strict with his husband, and you, a newcomer, don't know about it." Dong Chuanlin knew that it was Han Song who spoke gracefully, and the actual situation must be very exciting.

As he walked, he suddenly remembered and said, "There should be a reply this time, I'm going to check."

Since Han Song came to the pharmaceutical village, the cycle of the Dong family's reply letters has been lengthened, from once and back without delay to only receiving replies every two or three times.

Estimated the time, this time is the period of delivery of my sister-in-law Yu Shi, and it is normal that the family is too busy and has no time to reply.

It was impossible for Dong Chuanlin to walk around freely with his dirty clothes and smell of smoke all over his body.He asked Han Song to help get the letter, and ran back to wash up by himself.

After dinner, Han Song washed the dishes and put them away, wiped off the water and opened the door.

As soon as he came in, he saw Dong Chuanlin sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the letter, beaming with delight, his face full of joy.

"I have a little nephew!" Dong Chuanlin raised the letter, "Second sister is pregnant, and I will be an uncle soon!"

Seeing him so happy, Han Song couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"Come and sit." Dong Chuanlin patted the bed.

The single room is small and can't fit too many things. When two people chat in the room, they can only sit on the bed.Han Song moved the long bench in the small hall into the room several times, and Dong Chuanlin moved it back secretly.After going back and forth several times, Han Song didn't argue with him, and the two obediently sat by the bed together.

As soon as Han Song sat down, Dong Chuanlin hurriedly moved his butt over.

After stuffing the letter to him, Dong Chuanlin naturally leaned his head over, using his shoulder as a pillow.

Dong Chuanlin leaned comfortably, looked at the beam of the bed and sighed: "Time really waits for no one. In a blink of an eye, I am an uncle and an uncle again. I am so busy!"

Han Song laughed lightly.

"Let's ask for leave and go back when we're not busy for a while." Dong Chuanlin blinked his eyes, "Go back and see my little nephew! Play for two days by the way."

"Okay, let's go back together." Han Song said.

Dong Chuanlin was warm and happy, and leaned his head to kiss him fiercely on the face.

Only he can do things so naturally and generously when people don't pay attention. Han Song used the back of his hand to wipe the saliva marks, and there was a smile that couldn't be hidden at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't make trouble, sit down!"

Dong Chuanlin was not afraid of the bluffing anger. After kissing so many times, he never saw that he was really angry.

Humming a little tune, he thought happily, why the two of them went back to the village hand in hand like a newlywed couple returning to their natal home... The more he thought about it, the more beautiful he felt, and his smiling eyelids curved into an arc.

Before, Dong Chuanlin felt that the life of an apprentice was boring, and he could only revolve around medicinal materials every day.

Now that Han Song came over, Dong Chuanlin felt that the sky was a bit brighter, and the repeated apprenticeship life became more interesting.

Especially after a hard day's work, he can comfortably lie on Han Song's shoulder, chatting a few words and kissing him secretly.

This kind of life is as sweet as honey just thinking about it.

……

After studying in the stir-fry room, Dong Chuanlin and his team continued to rotate and learned various techniques such as frying with auxiliary materials, blanching, and simmering.

To understand the general content of the processing room, the apprentices have to be assigned again, one person learns the same technique with a master, and then changes the master after learning.

There are many and complicated frying techniques in the processing, and many finished medicinal materials are unique to Coix Cottage, which are high-quality products, which are equivalent to the signature dishes of restaurants.

Apprentices who have not been screened and subdivided are not qualified to learn unique crafting skills.

The master will secretly observe them during the practice with the master, and assign different positions according to each person's talent and learning level.

Generally speaking, the work in the processing room is much more cumbersome than that in the cutting room, and correspondingly, the treatment is better.

Everyone wanted to stay in the processing room, especially those who lost their names in the final competition in the cutting room.If the principal decides after discussion that you are not good at cutting and processing, then he will be assigned to be a medicine drying worker or a medicine picking worker.

Everyone wants to rely on their craftsmanship to make a living and be respected by others, so how can they give up easily.

Today is the end of the rotation of all apprentices, and the master Zeng has to arrange the masters who will lead the apprentices.

The 21 apprentices stood in two rows. Dong Chuanlin was the abrupt person in the line, standing alone.

The master's assignment list has already been arranged, and this time it is only an official notification.

The boy read down the list one by one, and Dong Chuanlin's brows became tighter the more he heard it.After turning over two pages, he was about to finish reading, but he forcibly didn't hear a single name of himself.

When Dong Chuanlin suspected that the chief had forgotten him, the chief stroked his white beard and said.

"Everyone will act according to the arrangement above. If there is anything you don't understand, you can come to me." The chief waved his hand with a smile, "Go to the master according to the arrangement."

When everyone left, Dong Chuanlin's eyes were wide open, and he didn't know where he should go.

When he moved his steps and wanted to ask, the chief suddenly waved to him, "Chuan Lin, come here." Immediately afterwards, he called Chen Suiyang to stop and talked together.

The chief handed the list to Chen Suiyang, "As before, you are responsible for all small matters, and everything is done as written!"

"That..." Dong Chuanlin couldn't help interjecting, "Boss, I want to ask, where should I go? It doesn't seem to have my name on it, have you... forgot?"

"Although I am old, my memory is not so bad." Chief Zeng stroked his beard and smiled, and he took out a piece of paper from his cuff, "Take it and have a look."

Dong Chuanlin nodded his thanks and took it with both hands. He wondered why his arrangement should be separated from others.

Seeing the content on the paper, Dong Chuanlin roughly understood.

His arrangement is completely different from that of others.The other apprentices spent ten days with each master, but he only had seven days.Other apprentices only need to rotate ten masters, but he has sixteen.

If you take a closer look, the six extra masters behind are all masters of unique cooking skills, and all of them are the aspirations of the apprentices.

Dong Chuanlin suddenly felt that this thin piece of paper was as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold, and he said uneasy: "Is this... is it a mistake? This is my first rotation, and I am not qualified to learn from a few masters."

Chen Suiyang, who was standing on the side, listened silently. He was very curious about the content on the paper, but he could only stand without squinting.

"Do you think I am qualified to make such an arrangement?" Manager Zeng looked at him with a smile, "This is what the shopkeeper asked, and I just followed through." He patted Dong Chuanlin on the shoulder, "Little brother, do it well."

After saying that, he smiled and said to Chen Suiyang: "You are the same, don't be jealous and slacken your practice because of this, your fate is in your own hands."

After sending off the principal, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Suiyang was curious about the content on the paper, but he didn't dare to ask clearly, so he could only make side-views.Dong Chuanlin knew that this matter could not be concealed, so he stuffed the paper into his hand.

After reading it carefully, Chen Suiyang was silent for a long time before he said: "The shopkeeper really loves you so much."

Dong Chuanlin nodded heavily, unable to refute.

Indeed, this arrangement took him by surprise.

Others need to learn through rotations, and then pass fierce competitions, and finally stand out to learn unique skills, but he is lucky, and all arrangements are made as soon as he comes up.

Even Chen Suiyang, who has never been jealous of others, sighed like this, and Dong Chuanlin could guess a bit of the scene after everyone knew about it.

As he expected, two days later, after everyone knew about it, all the apprentices looked at him with a lot of things in their eyes.

There is inquiry, curiosity, jealousy, envy, and more unwillingness.

Rumors about his background and connections became more and more evil, and there were also rumors that he was the son of a wealthy family.

Across a screen, Dong Chuanlin was amused to hear it. Does the son of a rich family still need to learn the craft so hard?It is not enough to directly inherit the family business.

Before the master could refute, some people couldn't hold back.

"You don't even look at how poor he is. He looks like he came from a rich family. He is Ye Xianglang from a rich family."

The tone was sarcasm, and every word was stinging, facing the dissatisfaction in the hearts of the apprentices, several people burst into laughter, and no one thought there was anything wrong.

As soon as he heard the voice, Dong Chuanlin guessed who the person who spoke ill of him was everywhere.

Lu Zhiming's malice towards him was too obvious, and he had no intention of hiding it.

Dong Chuanlin planned to give him some stimulation one day, so that he would not let his tongue out.

After work, he went to Han Song's residence.

Han Song handed him a letter from the Dong family.

Dong Chuanlin opened the letter wondering why he replied so quickly this time.

After Han Song gave him the letter, he went to the kitchen to serve the dishes.Holding the delicious braised pork, he guessed in his heart Dong Chuanlin's delighted reaction.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Dong Chuanlin's trembling hand holding the letter, with anger and distress in his brows.

Seeing this, Han Song quickly put down the braised pork and snatched the letter from his hand.After a quick glance, his gentle face became depressed.

He held Dong Chuanlin's trembling hand tightly, put his arms around Dong Chuanlin's thin shoulders, and said in a deep voice.

"Don't be afraid, pack your things, I will accompany you home tomorrow."