Ji Qingxin has been learning from his master since he was a child. His skills have not improved much, but he has become more and more like his name. He walks among flowers without touching his heart. Every time Master Yan saw him soliciting business on the street with such a dull face, he would get angry. Ever since he accepted this brat as his apprentice, his craftsmanship has been praised by everyone. He is also forced to eat without a trace of meat every day. What kind of bastard would be allergic to meat? I really don't know if I have accepted a disciple or a master!
Go away, Master Yan kicked Ji Qingxin who was standing upright. I knew you were soliciting customers, but I didn't know you thought you were the boss here!
Ji Qingxin obediently moved to the side. Ever since the proprietress of the restaurant on Xisan Street hired a husband, her old man had not been in a good mood. Sometimes he secretly wiped his tears and got drunk several times. What kind of thing is love that can be as tender as the tender bamboo shoots at Wenxianglou? , Or is it more fragrant than the scented tea from Zhang Yiyuan Tea House? Ji Qingxin can't understand that life is short, so why bother to tease the worldly mind!
However, Ji Qingxin, there is still a saying in this world about the impermanence of life and the reincarnation of cause and effect. Could it be that you have forgotten it?