After being dressed as cannon fodder, I feed tyrants by cooking skills

Chapter 75 What should I do, sister?

On the first day of the new restaurant's opening, everyone's faces were beaming.

Xu Shi didn't have any contacts here, and the people who came to join in the fun were just some fun.Jiang Yu took care of everything by herself, and hired a few musicians to play and sing, so that everyone could celebrate along with it.

As soon as the wooden black lacquered plaque was uncovered, four gilt big characters danced in dragons and phoenixes.Especially the last two strokes of the family character, one stroke and one stroke are like wings soaring into the sky.

It is said that writing is like a person, and to be able to write such vigorous characters, a person must be bold and unrestrained.

It's just...the word is not the same as what Jiang Yu had drawn on the paper in advance.

Making a plaque requires the joint efforts of literati and craftsmen.You have to find someone to write it first.Whatever the word is, what is made is what it is.Jiang Yu's last set of well-behaved words is unassuming, which is exactly the same as her personality.

The craftsman then copied the characters on the draft sample on the wooden board.Carving is the soul of plaque making. Every time the hammer is dropped, every time the knife is moved, the scale must be right, and the charm of the characters should be carved along the grain of the wooden board.

Polished, baked, painted, and gilded.Every process is the cohesion of the craftsman's painstaking efforts.

Maybe something went wrong and got mixed up halfway, and the original pattern became like this, but it's pretty good.

Perhaps only Qi Yan knew the reason for this, but he would not admit that he was the one who got up in the middle of the night to turn on the lamp and change the words without anyone noticing.

The Holy Majesty wrote it himself, it is a great honor, but it is still hung in the backcountry where even the birds don't want to shit.Think of it as repaying her for saving her life, but one yard counts for one yard, and those bad debts still have to be settled with her.

The young second cooks in the store lined up in two rows, and when they saw Jiang Yu coming in, they quickly bowed and said hello: "The shopkeeper." She was quite airy, just like the female boss who came in to inspect the store.

Qi Yan returned to his room, looking up and down everything in front of him.With blue bricks and black tiles, the appearance is not a bit better than the houses in the town.

There was damp in it, and there were spots on the walls.A simple wooden bed, a table and two stools, nothing more.

Not even a bed curtain.The window was also papered, and there was a big hole at the bottom. He watched a small insect fly in with its wings.

Squeeze it with one hand, and the body of Xiao Chong falls to the ground with the palm facing down.

A turquoise mark was left on the palm of his hand, and Qi Yan frowned in disgust.After rummaging around for a while, he took out a handkerchief.

The emerald green bamboo knots stand upright, and the stitches are rough.That's right, it was the handkerchief that Fang Jiangyu wiped away Song Huanyan's tears. Jiang Yu made it for him in the first place.I used it in an emergency before.

Heh, coauthored him as a beggar, stuffing someone's used things into his hands.

On the bullock cart, that scene is still in front of my eyes.Jiang Yu asked Qi Yan to close his eyes with a mysterious expression as if he had taken out some treasure, pretending to give him a surprise.

"Dangdang, are you happy?" Like a magic trick, he opened the handkerchief with both hands and suddenly appeared.When the wind blows, the pagoda flutters.

Oh what a surprise.It's just such a thing after a long time of trouble.

Qi Yan looked at her indifferently, as stable as Mount Tai, with no cracks on his face.

Jiang Yu was surprised, hadn't she been pestering her to find what she wanted before?Why is she not excited at all now, or because she is not good at craftsmanship, he doesn't like her at all?
Stretch out your finger to show the evidence: "Don't you like it? My sister made it for you at night with the lamp. Look, your hands have been pricked several times."

On the index finger and middle finger of the right hand, there are indeed a few small needle holes, which are scabbed, thanks to Qi Yan's sharp eyes, he can see them.

Oh, this woman is really ashamed to say that the three-legged cat's embroidery skills have ruined that piece of material.And the needle wound, if she waited a little longer...it would have healed.

Looking at her expectant eyes, he responded with a neutral tone: "Yeah." Vulgar and boring.

After all, I like it. Fortunately, her intentions were not in vain.The hand stretched forward two more points: "Take it."

It is common for the dirt road to be uneven and there are some small stones. It happened to encounter a bump, and Jiang Yu's hand, which was about to tuck the handkerchief into his lapel, landed on his chest.

There is no barrier of the placket, just a thin layer of veil.Her hand was a little cold, and she pressed it on his hot chest.The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and beside my ears was the light breeze of the bullock cart.

Boom, boom, boom.

Jiang Yu didn't know if what she felt was Qi Yan's heartbeat, or her own.

With a swish, he put the handkerchief into his arms, and retreated like a deserter.The short, fine hair on the sideburns half covered her slightly red ear tips.

Unable to escape Qi Yan's eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up a little.His good "sister" became more and more courageous, and dared to have intimate contact with him openly.

Playing hard to get?But he doesn't eat this set.

He has seen this kind of tricks a lot. He is in a high position, and women come in like a tide.There are many people who are worried about the future, such as fat, swallows and thin, exotic bearded girls.Compared with those, her beauty is really not that good.

Moths rush to the flame and kill themselves.I tried my best to climb up, but if I fell down, I would lose even my ashes.The final ending is either to live alone in the court, or to become an undead wandering the world at midnight.

Oh, by the way, there used to be one hanging on the city gate.That's really a good skin, there are ten thousand ways to torture people in the palace, unknowingly make people's internal organs rot into water, the first rot is some insignificant parts, and the last is the heart, hanging Take your last breath until your heart stops beating.

The pain was so great that even death became a luxury.

After dying, apply wax oil on the skin while it is fresh. It is so smooth that even dust does not fall on it. Use special tweezers to hold the candle and insert it from the mouth into the stomach. The navel is where the skin is thinnest. It can transmit light better and finally ignite.

He ordered people to twist her hair into a rope and tie it to the city wall.

For three days and three nights, the candles burned slowly until the skin festered and only bones remained.

Maybe every time night falls, she will guard in another way, looking down from the city wall at the people coming in and out... If his "sister" enters the capital, will the passers-by feel scared? .

When Qi Yan thought of this, he found it very interesting.The hot wind blew in through the hole, and he sat on the wooden bed and hammered the head of the bed.

The bed was shaking, the connection was not stable, and the bed leg broke with a squeak.

what!It is not as strong as the kang in the town.Qi Yan was so angry that he broke another bed leg with a click.

He was still holding the "corpse" in his hand, and he threw it casually into the corner.Turned around and went to another room.

"Sister, the wooden bed is broken." He looked at Jiang Yu's expression with playfulness, and leaned lazily against the door.

"It seems that I can't sleep in bed today, what should I do, sister?"

Um? ? ?Jiang Yu's eyes widened.

　That human skin lantern was made by me.Yanzi is not so cruel, there is a reason for it.

　　Yanzi is that kind, if people don't offend him, he won't offend others; if someone finds fault with him, he will die.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)