C62 His Heart Skipped a Beat

She seemed to want to get rid of Du Qi's hand, but she did not get rid of it. Qin Xin could only shout, "Don't think of the glib tone as funny. If you do this again, I will really ignore you!"

The two of them just turned from the corridor of the guest room to the lobby of an inn. Du Qi was just about to speak. Suddenly, he saw an inn assistant holding his swollen face with one hand and running to the side of the counter. Blood flowed out of his mouth. The other finger pointed outside the door and cried vaguely, "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? He hit me like this with one slap?"

At this moment, the guest in the guest room was preparing to go out for dinner. The pedestrians who hadn't found a place to stay were also looking for an inn to book a room. It was precisely the moment when there were many people coming and going. When the crowd heard the attendant's words, they saw the appearance of the attendant. All of them couldn't help but surround him.

When the innkeeper of the inn saw this, he couldn't help but ask in astonishment, "Feng Yang, what's wrong? Who is so ruthless?"

Feng Yang cried out in pain twice. Two more pieces of blood fell from his mouth. He still vaguely shouted: "Just now I was outside the door greeting guests when an old Taoist suddenly floated over. Yes, he floated over. He asked me if he knew that a person surnamed Zhang was called Dan King. I was helping a guest to pick up his luggage and did not answer him in time. He slapped me like this with a wave of his hand. If it wasn't for... "

As he spoke, he looked at the door and continued with lingering fear, "If I didn't run fast, I wouldn't know how that old Daoist would beat me up."

Before Feng Yang finished speaking, he suddenly heard a slightly aged voice saying coldly," Do you think you will be fine if you run fast? If it wasn't for me not bickering with you, it would be useless no matter how fast you run! "

As he spoke, everyone suddenly felt a chill run through their bodies. They suddenly realized that a thin old Daoist, who was a head taller than everyone present, was standing behind Feng Yang with an ashen face.

Feng Yang seemed to have sensed something. He turned his head and saw that the old Daoist, who had beaten him up, was standing behind him with a fierce look on his face. He couldn't help but scream as if he wanted to hide behind the shopkeeper. However, his legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

The old Daoist snorted coldly and turned a blind eye to the people in the hall. He stretched out his hand and grabbed towards Feng Xian. Seeing this, the shopkeeper was greatly alarmed. He hurriedly stepped forward and saluted. "Immortal Master, please calm your anger. Immortal Master, calm your anger! This kid doesn't know what's good for him and dares to offend Immortal Master. He deserves to die ten thousand times for his crimes, but Immortal Master, please consider him an old man. Since he's young, please be merciful and let him live. Immortal Master, if you need anything, just tell us. We will do our best!"

A trace of guilt flashed across the old Daoist's face and he gently put Feng Yang down. He said disdainfully, "Do you have the ability to do things for me? Humph! Today this Immortal Master is happy, so I'll let you off for the time being." With that, he floated away.

Qin Xin saw this and could not help but shout, "Look at his arrogant appearance, it is disgusting to death!"

That shopkeeper sighed and stopped him, "This little brother, don't speak nonsense. If it spreads to his ears or is reported to the authorities, it will be very troublesome."

One must know that the current emperor was obsessed with building the cauldron and refining pills, and begged for immortality. He prayed for immortality, and built a sacrificial altar every year to hold a prayer ceremony. He doted on Taoists. Tao Zhongwen, the Taoist who was most doted on by the emperor, was actually conferred the position of Young Master, Young Master, Junior Guardian, and Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Rites. Even the head assistant of the imperial court, Yan Hao, had never dared to offend Taoists so easily. From this, one could see that the Daoist had a lofty status and illustrious status in the imperial court. Many people with ill intentions took the opportunity to put on their Daoist robes and mingle in the city to deceive others. They often bluffed and attacked people, and no one dared to ask questions even if they killed people. That was why the old Daoist was so arrogant and overbearing. Feng Yang was scared to death after being beaten by the old Daoist and did not dare to argue. When the shopkeeper heard Qin Xin's words, he hurriedly stepped forward to stop her. It was because of good intentions.

Du Qi was worried that Qin Xin would not continue to cause trouble for everyone and was even more worried that she would expose her whereabouts. So he hurriedly pulled her out of the door and walked towards the restaurant. However, he had been thinking about the origins of the Daoist. But he did not know, so he could only let this matter go for the time being. He and Qin Xin searched for the "Jianbin Restaurant" that the shopkeeper had mentioned.

Early the next morning, the two of them paid the bill and went to the street to find a restaurant to fill their stomachs.

When the two of them arrived at a breakfast shop and were about to enter, a burly man with an imposing appearance like a cow rushed out like a whirlwind with a bag between his legs. He turned left and flew away, and a thin old man chased after him. He shouted the man's name, "Xiao Liang, Xiao Liang, stop! Come back here!"

But the man did not even turn his head and left without a word. The thin old man saw this and sat on the ground dejectedly, leaning against the door. He cursed fiercely. Du Qi and Qin Xin did not know what was going on. They were confused and were about to enter the shop. The old man said sharply, "We are not doing business today. We will not do business in the future. You can go to another place."

Only then did the two of them know that the old man was the owner of the breakfast shop. Seeing that he was covered in stains, they knew that he was also the head of the business. Qin Xin went forward and asked curiously, "Why are you not doing business in the future?"

The old man glanced at the two of them and seemed to be slightly startled. He grunted and said, "That prodigal has already left. How can I manage this big store by myself?" Then, he lowered his head and sighed. "If it's about the craftsmanship of making snacks, I, Lin, recognize that it's second in King Xing's Mansion. Who dares to acknowledge first place? I, Lin, am also not good at making fragrant buns, fruit cakes, and Thousand Layer Cake. Steamed buns and mantou are even easier to make. However, this prodigal doesn't know how to inherit the skills, and he keeps saying that he wants to explore the Jianghu. Hmph! Does he think that Jianghu is that easy to enter? Just wait and see. If he were to fall into disability or be chased back by his enemies in the future... I won't bother with him. At that time, I might as well hide in the countryside. He won't be able to find me even if he wants to. "

Looking at the old man's expression, Du Qi couldn't help but have a thought. Then he heard him say that steamed buns and buns were even easier to find. He suddenly thought of Sister Xiaoyue and her family's buns. He didn't know which family was better, but he thought about it. Squatting down, he said, "Wouldn't it be a pity to close the door of such a big store? If you hire us as your helpers and also as your disciple... Then Duke Lin, your ultimate skill will not be lost, and we don't have high expectations... Just give us a little salary every month. "

Lin was stunned. After looking at the two of them for a while, he seemed to be a little tempted, but still asked curiously, "Who are you?"

Du Qi said seriously, "We are siblings with different surnames. We were ordered by our parents to go to Jijiang Province to learn cooking. Since we met, it's the same if we learn from you."

Lin thought for a while and said, "I will give you two one tael of silver a month, okay?"

One tael of silver was a very small salary for a person, and two people giving only one tael of silver was too mean. No wonder Lin even forced his son to leave.