After dinner, Wen Nuan was not in a hurry to go back, but rode to the county seat. The large meat boxes made by the County Zhendong Restaurant were particularly delicious. In his previous life, Wen Nuan had always wanted to invite him to work as a cook in his restaurant, but it was a pity that it was too late.
step.
The cook was pushed and knocked to the ground by his unlucky son. The son took the money and gambled all night. The next day, he fell into a puddle and froze to death.
The cook was also knocked unconscious and died. If someone found out and sent him to the hospital in time, he could have been saved.
But sometimes people are so unlucky that no one notices.
When it was discovered later, the cook's body had already hardened.
Nuan Nuan didn't know when it happened. I happened to have time recently and wanted to meet the master and add something for the New Year.
Since it was already past dinner time, Nuan Nuan went directly to inquire about the home of the cook named He Houquan.
He worked as a chef at Zhendong Restaurant and had a good reputation in the county. He was also easy to inquire about, and Wen Nuan soon found his home.
Far away, I heard the sound of a quarrel coming from the alley. When I saw Wen Nuan coming in, the father and son looked at her at the same time.
"Who are you looking for?" He Houquan finally asked.
"I'm looking for you." Wen Nuan glanced at He Houquan's son indifferently, parked the car aside, "You guys continue to argue."
"You're crazy." He Houquan's son shouted angrily, and when He Houquan wasn't paying attention, he pushed him hard, snatched the money from his hand, and ran away.
"Ouch..." He Houquan fell backwards and hit his head on a raised stone on the ground, and blood flowed down instantly.
Nuan Nuan also didn't expect that he would be so lucky to meet He Houquan like this when he came here.
At that moment, he quickly took out the anti-hemorrhage medicine from the spiritual kitchen, sprinkled it on the wound, and covered it with a handkerchief. The pain made He Houquan wake up, took a look at Wen Nuan, "Girl, you saved me?"
"I'll take you to the hospital now." Nuan Nuan nodded, "The bleeding has been stopped temporarily."
She locked the car, helped He Houquan out, and locked the door for him. Fortunately, He Hou and his family lived in the last row of the old street in the county town, very close to the county central hospital, and they arrived at the hospital in a short time.
"Old He, are you..." As soon as he entered the hospital, he met a doctor, "Are you injured? Oh, it's quite serious. Come on, let me take a look."
I happened to know this person who was a surgeon.
"Tsk, tsk, your life is really long." The doctor shook his head while giving him stitches. "You can actually walk through such a big wound on your own?"
"That girl gave me some medicine." He Houquan pointed to the warmth that had just come back from washing his hands.
"You're so lucky." The doctor said, "It's a good thing that I met a good person. Otherwise, with your injury today, if I didn't scare you, maybe your fate would have been dealt with."
He stood there calmly, suppressing the strangeness in his heart.
Just when she was washing her hands, her hands were shaking.
I didn't expect that I would save someone.
He Houquan was also surprised. This girl must have come at the right time.
After bandaging the wound, Nuan Nuan went back with him because he still had to go to his house to pick up his bicycle.
"Tell me, why are you looking for me?" He glanced at Wen Nuan and didn't feel that there was anything in him that Wen Nuan needed.
After all, at first glance, Wen Nuan's clothes and that beautiful Xiaokun car are not something ordinary people can have.
"I've eaten the big meat boxes you made." Nuan Nuan said, "But the ones I always made when I went back didn't taste right. They weren't as delicious as the ones you made."
"So, you want my secret recipe?" He Houquan said.
"That's your secret recipe, how can I ask for it?" Wen Nuan smiled, as if someone asked her for her recipe for cooking, she would definitely not be willing to give it.
Taking someone's secret recipe is like taking someone's life.
"My man loves eating big meat boxes, but what I make is always wrong. I would like to ask you to give me some advice." Just when He Houquan was confused, Nuan Nuan said.
He Houquan's originally ugly face became relieved.
I'm not trying to steal his secret recipe, that's fine.
"I'm injured now, so I can't give you any advice," He Houquan said, "How about you come over in two days?"
"No," Nuan Nuan took out paper and pen from the sling bag, "I'll tell you the steps I did myself, and you can help me figure out what's wrong."
At first, He Houquan didn't believe that Wen Nuan was really here to ask for advice on cooking. After all, judging from her dress and speech, she didn't look like a cook at all.
But when she took the pen to speak and write down, He Houquan believed it. This girl just wanted to learn how to make his big meat box.
"Your man is really lucky." He Houquan said with emotion.
"Well," Wen Nuan smiled, "It's not all for him. What if I learn another craft and can use it to open a shop to make money in the future?"
He Houquan smiled.
He didn't take her words to heart.
Open your own store? How is it possible?
Moreover, who doesn’t want to serve an iron rice bowl in this era?
Seeing that she really didn't want to take the opportunity to blackmail him, and that she really wanted to ask for advice, He Houquan calmed down and carefully explained to Wen Nuan his cooking methods, as well as the control of heat and some tips.
At the end, I couldn't help but sigh, "It would be great if my worthless son could have one-tenth of what you have."
Wen Nuan smiled without making a sound, but who knew what He Houquan was thinking of the next second, and actually started crying. This shocked Wen Nuan.
"Is the wound painful?" she asked, "Why don't you take a rest and talk to me another day?"
"I also had a daughter back then," He Houquan said tiredly. "If I hadn't been a fool and kicked them out, now... maybe..."
Although she is not his biological daughter, she is still filial and obedient.
His wife died, but he still had a son. Later, he married a woman who had fled to live with them.
A daughter is born to a woman and her first husband.
It's a pity that he later made a fool of himself and misunderstood that the woman wanted to steal his secret recipe. The woman was also a tough woman and left with her daughter.
When I am alone these years, it is inevitable that I regret some of what I did in the past.
"Then you haven't thought about getting them back?" Wen Nuan asked.
He Houquan sighed and waved his hand. He had already left. Why call him back?
Nuan Nuan stood up and glanced at the door, "Your son hasn't come back yet, do you want to go look for him?"
"That bastard," He Houquan said angrily, "it would be better if he died outside."
"You didn't look for your daughter when she left, and now you regret it," Nuan Nuan said while packing up his notes. "Now that my son has not come back, you won't look for him either..."
He Houquan wanted to curse, but his head hurt.
"What could be wrong with him?" He couldn't help but mutter in the end, "I know, I'll go look for him later. If I go early, he won't be able to call me back."