It didn't take much time for Yang Xiaolin to figure out the basic situation of Lu Er. Even the people Lu Er knew in the consulate, he also asked one to understand.

"Lu Er, if you don't go to the consulate tomorrow, will they send someone to look for you?"

Lu Er nodded busily: "Yes, the family of the French Minister Sherley likes to eat Chinese food very much, and I have to cook it at noon every day." ”

Yang Xiaolin nodded, with a strange smile on his face: "That's good, Biaozi, don't make a sound." ”

Before Lu Er could react, Biao Zi pounced, covered Na Lu Er's mouth with one hand, and pulled out the knife with the other hand and inserted it into Na Lu Er's chest.

Biao Zi's killing is really standard, that knife was stabbed directly in the heart, went in, and after coming out again, Lu Er's whole person had no reaction. And his methods of dealing with the aftermath after killing people are also very sophisticated, Yang Xiaolin watched him slowly cut off Lu Er's head with a knife.

These people around me have all seen dead people in Liaoxi, and they look very calm, if they are someone else, it is estimated that they will vomit when Biaozi cuts off his head.

The blood came out from time to time and splashed on Biaozi's face, but he didn't realize it.

The second pole also came up and stripped Lu Er naked, leaving nothing behind, and all the obvious marks on his body were dug up with a knife by the second pole. What Zuihou is left with is a headless corpse of Chitiao, which looks a little scary.

After dealing with it, Biaozi threw away the knife in his hand, then picked up a rag from the table at random, and wiped the blood on his face: "Okay, throw it into the river and soak it for a few days, and no one will recognize it when it comes up again." ”

Yang Xiaolin nodded, and found a few brothers to take advantage of the dark night to carry the headless corpse out, and the head had to be thrown far away, and it couldn't be thrown in the same place as the corpse. At this time, people were dying every day in Beijing, and several people were carrying a corpse at night, and no one would suspect it.

Yang Xiaolin said: "Biaozi, tomorrow I plan to wait in Lu Er's room, I will say that I am Lu Er's brother, they have one less cook, of course they have to hire another one." ”

Biao Zi looked at Yang Xiaolin: "Mr. Zong, will you be a cook?" ”

Yang Xiaolin glared at him, thinking that Yang Pian was a first-class family man back then, although his cooking level was a little worse than that of a cook, it should not be a problem to deal with the French. Besides, now that this opportunity is in front of him, he doesn't want to lose it.

"Why don't you go?"

"I'm going? The general said that it was almost the same as when I went to dinner. ”

Yang Xiaolin exhaled: "Then I can only go, you are here to take care of the brothers, remember that there is nothing you are not allowed to go out!" Every day, I have to send someone to the eastern suburbs to inquire about the situation, and if I have the opportunity, I will take you in. ”

Biaozi nodded: "Hey, I see." ”

It was already late at night, and when Yang Xiaolin knocked on the young grandmother's door again, he found that the young grandmother's eyes were actually a little evasive when she looked at him, probably because the gaffe in front of her just now made her a little embarrassed.

"Young grandma, I want to ask you for something."

"What's the matter?"

Women are fickle, this is not wrong at all, the young grandmother just now has become cold as frost again, but no matter how she changes, that trace of melancholy always seems to linger.

"I want to see if there are any recipes in Young Master Zhao's book, the kind that is stir-fried and cooked."

Lu Er really didn't lie, and at nine o'clock the next day, sure enough, someone came to Lu Er's room to look for him. This person is chubby, a little loop-legged, in his forties, Lu Er said that this person's name is Wu Daoliang, and he is the head of the French Consulate in charge of commanding all the Chinese miscellaneous servants.

He was able to sit in this position because he gave his daughter to a military attaché in the French consulate. …,

Wu Daoliang came to find Lu Er, and it was already noon, and the French minister was about to eat, but Lu Eryi disappeared in the morning. There are a lot of cooks outside, but the French don't dare to invite indiscriminately, so he can only come over to see what is going on with Lu Er.

"What about Lu Er?"

When Wu Daoliang entered the door, he looked around and pulled Yang Xiaolin out of the bed.

Yang Xiaolin looked like he had just woken up: "Are you looking for my brother?" Who are you? ”

Wu Daoliang frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, let me ask where are the two Lu now?" ”

Yang Xiaolin sat up from the bed and put on his clothes: "Yes, where is my brother?" I went out in the morning to buy breakfast, why haven't I come back yet? ”

"Lu Er, your brother? I heard that Lu Er has a brother, but,"

Yang Xiaolin didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and immediately explained to himself: "Oh, that year's Shandong disaster, my brother and I were separated, didn't you just find out his whereabouts, where is my brother?" ”

Wu Daoliang stared at Yang Xiaolin: "Why don't you have a Shandong accent at all?" ”

Yang Xiaolin looked at him: "You are Uncle Wu, right?" I was only twelve years old when my brother and I got separated, and after all these years, I was running all over the world, and I didn't know my own accent. ”

"How do you know me?"

"Yesterday my brother told me that you are very righteous and have helped him a lot."

Wu Daoliang smiled: "That kid really said that?" Even if he has a conscience, where is he now? ”

Yang Xiaolin smiled bitterly: "I really don't know, if Uncle Wu you sit here, I'll find it for you?" ”

How can Wu Daoliang be in this mood now? The consulate was waiting for the cook to light the fire, and the daughter of the French minister named him to eat Chinese food today, which really made him anxious: "This Lu Er!" It's really going to make a mess, let him leave that Englishman alone, he just won't listen! What if the Minister blamed him! ”

Yang Xiaolin took a step forward: "Uncle Wu, are you cooking vegetables?" Otherwise, I'll cook a meal for my brother. ”

Wu Daoliang looked at him: "You? Done? ”

Yang Xiaolin patted his chest: "My skills are much better than my brother!" ”

He was bragging, he didn't know anything about Lu Er's cooking, and he wasn't sure if the dishes he watched last night could be cooked with all the color, flavor, and flavor.

Wu Daoliang had no other choice now, and asked Yang Xiaolin a few questions about Lu Er, and found that he could be right, so he didn't suspect anything anymore: "Dead horses should be live horse doctors!" Walk. ”

Yang Xiaolin entered the French consulate in the eastern suburbs of Minxiang in this way, in fact, the chef cooks cooking is such a thing, it is difficult to find a chef with superb skills, and Lu Er's own skills are not good, so he only opened a small restaurant.

The French love to eat because they haven't eaten it.

Now that Yang Xiaolin has come, the old foundation of cooking vegetables in the past is still there, plus he held the recipe overnight to make up for it, and burned a few dishes that actually made the French Minister Shelley full of praise, saying that today's dishes were very good.

When Wu Daoliang heard this, he immediately said to Yang Xiaolin that he would stay here as a cook in the future, as for Lu Er, no one would care about him anymore.

This is the fate of dogs.