Farmer’s Wife Has Magic Skills

Chu Qingzhi smiled and said, "Eat quickly, you don't need to pay for the shopkeeper."

Xiao Zongchao felt that Chu Qingzhi was really capable. Not only did the chefs learn to cook from her, but the shopkeeper also treated her so well, "Don't you eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

Xiao Zongchao's mouth was full of saliva, "Then I ate it?"

"Let's eat."

Xiao Zongchao took the noodle bowl and went to the corner, and started eating big mouthfuls. He was used to hiding in secluded corners, but he was not used to being exposed to a wide environment.

The chefs gathered around the fish-flavored tofu and tasted the dishes one after another...

The chef joked, "Shopkeeper, why don't you recruit a girl who is such a good cook?"

Shopkeeper Qian glanced at the chef, "Hey! Is this girl I can dig if I want?"

Everyone laughed, "That's true."

Shopkeeper Qian chased them away, "Before Miss Chu leaves, hurry up and ask for some advice. What are you doing around me?!"

"That's right..." A group of chefs immediately surrounded Chu Qingzhi, and shopkeeper Qian secretly picked up the plates and left.

For the sake of the partners, Chu Qingzhi answered one of the chefs' questions.

Making spiritual food is much more difficult than making ordinary food. The chefs' questions are all small, and they are easily answered.

After a while, everyone loved and appreciated Chu Qingzhi.

"Miss Chu, thank you for solving my confusion for many years."

"Me too. This question has troubled me for a long time, and I have consulted many people, but everyone didn't understand what Qingzhi said well. I understood it immediately."

"Miss Chu's culinary skills are so high, let us admire."

"..."

Chu Qingzhi smiled modestly, "Everyone is overwhelmed."

Here, Xiao Zongchao finished eating the noodles, washed the dishes, and walked towards Chu Qingzhi restrainedly, "Girl, I, I'm done eating the noodles."

"Then let's go." Chu Qingzhi bid farewell to everyone, and took Xiao Zongchao away.

On the street, Chu Qingzhi asked, "Are you full?"

Xiao Zongchao lowered his head, embarrassed, "I'm full, thank you girl."

"If you really want to thank me, just make paper well."

Xiao Zongchao stood up straight, and assured him, "I will definitely."

...

After walking two streets, Chu Qingzhi ran into Chu Xujin.

Chu Xujin was walking in one direction with a large number of yamen servants, looking very anxious, but when he saw Chu Qingzhi, he stopped, "Fifth sister, why are you here?"

Chu Qingzhi said, "I'll go to Fuyuan Restaurant to teach people how to cook, how about you?"

Chu Xujin whispered, "A guy exposed the workshop where he worked. There is a problem with ink sales. I plan to go and have a look."

Chu Qingzhi vaguely reminded, "Third brother, the guy relies on the workshop for his food, why did he smash his own job?"

Hearing this, Chu Xujin calmed down. He was busy investigating the case of counterfeit banknotes these days, and his head was dizzy. When the guy first said that there was something wrong with the ink in the workshop, he took people out without thinking much. Thinking about it now, there are still many problems that have not been clarified.

"Fifth Sister, go get busy. I'll think about it before I act."

"Um."

Chu Qingzhi took Xiao Zongchao away.

Chu Xujin watched the two of them off. They went to Zhao's papermaking workshop to look for Zhang Qing's second uncle, but there was no such person. Now the assistant came to expose it, which was full of strangeness.

He stared back at the buddy for a while, and then took him to a remote corner for questioning.

Chu Xujin asked coldly, "Tell me, why do you want to say that there is a problem with the workshop you work in?"

"They deducted my wages once or twice. Then I found out that people who do the same job as me earn a dollar more than me every month. I can't be more angry..." The guy looked angry.

Chu Xujin pursed his lips, and said angrily, "So you're avenging yourself? In fact, there's nothing wrong with the workshop?"

"I don't dare." The clerk said quickly, "I left something in the workshop the night before yesterday, and I went back to pick it up. I didn't expect to see a motorcade waiting behind the workshop."

"I took a closer look and those people were moving the ink to the car."

"There are many kinds of ink. The one they carry is exactly the one used for bank notes. According to the habit of the bank, they generally don't come to pick up the ink at night. Not only that, but their ink is delivered by the workshop in person."

"I felt very strange, so I kept this matter in my heart. Now the workshop deducted my wages, and I asked them to argue, but they still let me go. I couldn't get angry, so I came to the Yamen."

Chu Xujin thought quietly. According to the staff, the way the workshop did it was indeed strange.

However, if there is a problem, it does not mean that it must be related to the counterfeit banknote case.

"Do you know where the convoy is sending the ink?"

The guy thought for a while, and then said, "To the east of the city."

East of the city?

After thinking for a while, Chu Xujin had an idea in his mind. He waved to the two yamen servants, and then walked to the side and whispered, "You two put on casual clothes and go to secretly monitor the ink workshop to see if there is anything unusual."

The yamen servant should be, and then left quickly.

Chu Xujin rushed to the east of the city with the remaining yamen servants.

There are poor people living in the east of the city, so it is suitable to use it for some illegal activities.

...

Fuyuan Restaurant.

As usual, Chu Qingzhi cooked a dish made of soybean paste for the restaurant, which received unanimous praise.

Just as Chu Qingzhi was leaving, there was a quarrel in the lobby of the restaurant...

Tao Zhenfeng deliberately knocked over the plate in Li Changjiang's hand, and then laughed, "Has the master who used to be so beautiful now come here to serve the plate?"

Li Changjiang didn't want to cause trouble, so he lowered his head and listened silently to Tao Zhenfeng's scolding.

As long as he doesn't retaliate, he still has to pay for the dish.

It's just a few words of scolding, nothing more.

Seeing Li Changjiang's quail-like appearance, Tao Zhenfeng was even more sarcastic, "Didn't you stand up straight before? Now you're also bent down? Don't bend your waist for five buckets of rice. You're almost lying on the ground to lick your motherfucker now. Where's your backbone?"

Li Changjiang held each other's hands tightly, his joints turned white, but he still looked calm, but he looked like a doormat.

Tao Zhenfeng sneered loudly on purpose, "Isn't it good to talk before? Why don't you talk now? You have bent your back for too long, can't you straighten up?"

Li Changjiang still stood there motionless, with a sense of stability that no matter what kind of storm you have, I will stand still.

Tao Zhenfeng was so angry that he got up and kicked the stool away. Your stool fell and hit Li Changjiang's scream.

"Hiss..." Li Changjiang's face was contorted in pain.

Shopkeeper Zhou hurriedly stepped forward to be a peacemaker, "Guest officer, our guy did something wrong, I apologize to you on his behalf, his foot is injured now, let him deal with it, is it okay?"

Tao Zhenfeng wouldn't let Li Changjiang go so easily, and said relentlessly, "It's just that I was hit by a chair, what's the big deal!"