I Just Want to Be a Salted Fish in Peace

　　The other party didn't seem to hear it, and was still eating the noodles.

　　"Master Liao Jie!" Lin Xian called out again.

　　Still no response.

　　At this moment, the boss came over with the dry fried beef and said, "You can't hear you so quietly!"

　　Then, the boss leaned into Liao Jie's ear and suddenly shouted, "Liao Jie!"

　　Liao Jie slowly raised his head, licked his ears, and said vaguely, "Why are you yelling so loudly?"

　　"This guy seems to know you!" The boss pointed at Lin Xian and said loudly.

　　Hearing this, Liao Jie looked at Lin Xian a few times and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

　　"Master Liao Jie, do you know Gao Jianxiang?" Lin Xian asked.

　　"Gao Jianxiang?"

　　Liao Jie frowned and said, "Maybe I know it, maybe I don't know it, I don't remember!"

　　"I came to Yangcheng this time to invite you to make a soup with yellow croaker, the price is up to you!" Lin Xian said sternly.

　　"I don't know how to make soup with yellow croaker, you've got the wrong person!"

　　Liao Jie ignored him and ate noodles while drinking.

　　He ate quickly, he finished a bowl of noodles in a few mouthfuls, wiped his mouth, stood up swayingly, and walked to the convenience store.

　　"What now?" Zhuang Tong asked.

　　Lin Xian smiled slightly and said, "Follow him!".

Chapter 129

　　The convenience store is not very big, it looks like 50 square meters, and there is a warehouse behind it for stockpiling.

　　Liao Jie was lying on the ground at the moment, holding a scanner gun in his hand, as if scanning the codes of the goods on the shelf.

　　Crouching down, Lin Xian said, "Master Liao Jie, I am sincere."

　　"Liangzi, you have mistaken the person." Liao Jie raised his head, drunken eyes~ hazy.

　　"Liao Jie, ancestral home in Zhejiang Province, former master chef of Jirui, suspected to be a descendant of the royal chef, participated in a cooking competition 20 years ago, and suddenly left in the middle, and has not been heard from since."

　　Lin Xian paused and said with a smile: "Master Liao Jie, I just want to taste the full version of yellow croaker in soup, how about 5-0?"

　　"I do not know what you're talking about!"

　　Liao Jie slammed his mouth, lowered his head and continued to scan the code, ignoring him.

　　Tang Ping on the side was stunned at the moment.

　　When he received this task, he thought that Lin Xian was looking for relatives.

　　As a result, it took a long time to find a relative.

　　Just to eat one dish, he hired a private detective at a huge cost to find a chef from 20 years ago.

　　Now for another 50, ask this chef to make a dish!

　　Counting the rewards for the detective company, it adds up to more than one million.

　　Spend more than one million just to eat one dish?

　　"hiss!"

　　Tang Ping only felt a little dizzy in his head.

　　He worked hard for a whole year, and only made a hundred thousand.

　　As a result, someone else's dish was more than his ten years' salary.

　　Rao Zhuang Tong, who was used to seeing him spending money, couldn't help but stunned at the moment.

　　This is so exaggerated!

　　Lin Xian persevered and said, "Aren't you satisfied with the price? It's okay, you can speak as soon as possible, and I will be satisfied as much as you can."

　　"Liangzi, it's useless, Liao Jie is dead!"

　　At this moment, a loud voice came from behind Lin Xian.

　　Turning his head, he saw an old man with gray hair standing there with one hand in front of him, as if he was shaking uncontrollably.

　　Tang Ping on the side reminded: "Mr. Lin, he is the owner of the convenience store and the owner of Jirui Building 20 years ago."

　　Lin Xian stood up and introduced, "Sir, my name is Lin Xian, I don't know what to call it?"

　　"I should be older than your father, just call me Uncle Zhong."

　　As the old man spoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and invited, "One?"

　　"Thank you!"

　　Lin Xian took the cigarette and said thanks.

　　He seldom smokes on his own initiative, and only occasionally takes a few puffs when invited by others.

　　After taking a breath, Zhong Bo smiled and said, "Come over and have a cup of tea and chat slowly!"

　　Lin Xian thought that Zhong Bo would make kung fu tea for them, but it turned out to be iced black tea.

　　Sitting on the high chair by the window, Zhong Bo asked, "How did you know about Liao Jie?"

　　"Does Zhong Bo know Gao Jianxiang?" Lin Xian smiled and briefly explained the matter of the magic capital.

　　"Gao Jianxiang, I have an impression. This young man seems to be working as a chef in the Northwest Building at the time."

　　Zhong Bo spit out a smoke ring and said with a complicated expression: "Liangzi, do you want to eat yellow croaker in soup?"

　　"That's right!"

　　Lin Xian nodded solemnly.

　　Hearing this, Uncle Zhong smiled bitterly: "A person like you who really knows how to gourmet food, no chef will refuse your request. It's a pity that you came late. You came ten years earlier, and I can still make a dish for you."

　　"Can't you do it now?" Lin Xian asked in confusion.

　　"Now?"

　　Zhong Bo pouted towards Liao Jienu and sneered, "Now one is stupid and the other is useless."

　　Looking at his trembling hands, Lin Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "Parkinson's syndrome?"

　　Uncle Zhong nodded and said, "Yes! You can't even hold a knife with these hands, how can you cook?"

　　"Is there anyone else who can make yellow croaker in soup?" Lin Xian frowned slightly.

　　In the description of the system task, it is to let him find Liao Jie and taste the authentic yellow croaker in soup. It does not necessarily have to be done by Master Liao Jie himself.

　　Zhong Bo proudly said: "At that time, 36 official dishes were prepared by four chefs together, each of whom had nine dishes. Yellow croaker in soup was one of the nine dishes created by my Niu Pai ancestor. How could such a recipe be easily taught? To outsiders!"

　　"Official cuisine? Isn't it a full banquet?" Lin Xian was stunned and wondered.

　　"whispering sound!"

　　Zhong Bo sneered and said, "It's not that I look down on the Manchus, but what do they know about food? The real Manchu and Han banquets are the official dishes cooked by the four chefs in Yangzhou back then. Qianlong went to Yangzhou. The Manchu-Han Banquet was held. And the 36 official dishes were the 36 top dishes in the Manchu-Han Banquet! As for the rest of the dishes, they were just added as extras, enough to get together and begging for auspiciousness.”

　　"I see!"

　　Gained knowledge!

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　　It turned out that the real Manchu and Han banquets turned out to be official dishes in Yangzhou.

　　Lin Xian didn't give up and continued to ask, "Then you don't have an apprentice?"

　　"Yes!" Uncle Zhong nodded.

　　Lin Xian's eyes lit up and hurriedly asked, "Where?"

　　Zhong Bonun pouted and said with a smile, "Why don't you lie down there!"

　　Oh, the relationship between the two of you is not only the relationship between the boss and the employee, but also the teacher and apprentice!

　　Lin Xian's originally raised hope was instantly dashed.

　　Looking at Liao Jie, Lin Xian couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Zhong, what happened back then that made Master Liao Jie like this?"

　　"Hey, he is also a pitiful person. On the day of the competition, his daughter was kidnapped by traffickers, and his wife chased after him, but she died in a car accident. This kind of blow was too big for him!" Zhong Bo sighed.

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　　"Then why did you sell the Jirui Building again?"

　　"Sell?"

　　Uncle Zhong shook his head and said, "It's not selling, it's losing to others!"

　　"Then why don't you continue to open a hotel?" Lin Xian felt a little weird.

　　"Liangzi, it's not only the hotel that lost, but also the signboard of Jirui Building!"

　　Zhong Bo patted his shoulder, stood up and sighed: "Go back, the real yellow croaker in soup, there will be no more in the future!"

　　After all, Zhong Bo slowly walked out of the convenience store, leaving the three of them with a lonely back.

　　As things stand, the second ring seems to be stuck.

　　Because of Parkinson's syndrome, Zhong Bo has difficulty lighting a cigarette, let alone cooking.

　　As for Master Liao Jie, because the blow was too great, he was almost abolished. Even if he can return to normal, it is difficult to say whether he will be able to cook.

　　"Let's go!"

　　After sitting for a while, Lin Xian stood up, took Zhuang Tong's little hand, and slowly walked out of the convenience store.

　　The situation outside the street made him stunned for a moment.

　　The originally lively night market had closed for some time, and there was not a single figure in the whole street, and the silence was a bit scary.