Hao Xian was a little nervous. People of this era have already come into contact with the West, so they shouldn’t arrest him for being disguised and dressed in a strange way, right?

Before he could observe the surroundings, he was attracted by the shouts and scolds and walked towards a lively restaurant on the roadside.

"If you want to come to our Zhimiaolou to steal skills, you are still a little tender!" The fierce shopkeeper grabbed a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy's neck and threw him on the street, attracting passers-by to point fingers.

The boy got up, patted his clothes, and laughed indifferently: "Thank you, Shopkeeper Zhang for showing mercy. I will bring you some good tea when I come again in a few days!"

"Stop coming again! Your father has greeted you, throw it out when you see you!" Zhang Manager Zhang cursed and turned back to the restaurant.

An old servant squeezed out of the crowd, hurried towards the boy, wiped the dust from his clothes with his sleeves, and said distressedly: "Young Master Wen, you're looking for you, are you okay!"

"Oh, Uncle Fu, it's okay now, I'll have something to do when I get home later. Let's go back quickly. After being beaten and recuperate, I have to find a way to sneak into the kitchen of Zhimiaolou again. I haven't seen the fried ice core in their house yet." Young Master Wen said with an indifferent look on his face.

"Young man, why are you doing this? You know that the master will take out the monk's method again..." Uncle Fu said with a frown.

"If you help me hide it from my father and don't tell him that I'll sneak out to learn cooking again, wouldn't I not be able to go to the house?" Young Master Wen grinned and looked at the old servant.

Uncle Fu lowered his head and dared not speak.

Young Master Wen shook his head and chuckled, and walked away with great difficulty. The old servant followed him with difficulty.

Hao Xian also followed.

With such a lot of scenes, he is also called "Young Master Wen". This person is probably Zheng Xinwen, the key figure in the beginning of this mission.

While walking, Hao Xian tried hard to recall what he knew about Zheng Xinwen. Because the inheritance of the pot dumpling meat was swallowed, he could not find any information online, and could only rely on his own memory.

"The British Ambassador's carriage is here, get out of here!" someone shouted in front of him.

The bustling crowds on the streets were immediately divided into two sides to make way out, as if they were separated by Moses.

Zheng Xinwen and Uncle Fu both walked to the side of the road skillfully. Hao Xian was slowing down because he was thinking about things. When he raised his head, two tall horses had already rushed to him!

Hao Xian wanted to avoid it but it was too late. A thought flashed through his mind in despair: This Qing Dynasty is really terrible!

Then, the horse and the car rushed over.

But Hao Xian still stood there, unharmed, with little question marks on his head.

"I'm fine?" He raised his hands strangely and looked at his body.

A full set of outdoor survival equipment was worn firmly on his body, and his body was well protected.

However, the color is light and a little transparent.

It seems that he is transparent.

"I am...Soul Piercing?" Hao Xian said in surprise.

He quickly understood what happened. It turned out that what he had traveled through time was not a complete body, but a soul. However, the "Peng Zu Chu Sutra" may have made his soul look like it was maintaining the dress before travelling through time.

These tactical survival swords are all visible and unusable.

But thanks to this, the envoys of the great powers just now did not cause harm to him.

"Damn! Brother Chef, you have long said it was soul piercing. Isn't it in vain for so many equipment? And soul piercing should travel to ancient people, such as being a prodigal son of the Qing Dynasty, right? Why am I just a soul!" Hao Xianwangtian complained, but found that Zheng Xinwen had gone far away and hurriedly chased after him.

Back to Zheng Mansion all the way.

Zheng Xinwen entered the door and walked straight to the hall. He smiled the previous second, strode hard, and the next second he stepped into the threshold, he looked sad. He slid on the ground and shouted:

"Dad, I know I'm wrong!"

Hao Xian:???

Why are you so skillful?

It’s obvious that you accept it humbly and don’t change it after repeated instruction!

No one knows his son, but Zheng Xinwen's father Zheng Mingquan seemed to have not been fooled at all. He held a teacup in his hand and didn't even look at him. He said coldly: "Go to the family method."

"Yes, lord!" A servant ran out immediately and soon returned with a scarred wooden stick.

It seems that it hurts to hit someone. Hao Xian couldn't help but shrink his neck back.

Zheng Mingquan walked up to Zheng Xinwen with a wooden stick, looked down at him, and said in a majestic voice:

"New article, I will tell you the last one. Our Zheng family is the Manchu Zhenglan Banner, and it is a small and famous tea merchant family in the capital. It is impossible for you to do that kind of cheap career."

Diligent moves are synonymous with the old days of the chef. A chef who wants to serve others to eat and drink is a very hard job, so it is called "diligent". It is one of the "five son moves" (cooks, actors, halls, men, and old mothers) that were considered the most humble in the old society. Any family with a good family will never let their children learn to cook.

"This is the twelfth time you said 'I'll tell you again last'..." Zheng Xinwen muttered in a low voice.

"What did you say!" Zheng Mingquan said in a high voice.

"Nothing is nothing... You are right. I should inherit the tea business of my family for generations. What kind of cooking is it? It's hard and tiring. But I'm very curious about how the fried ice core in Zhimiaolou is made? I'm puzzled and I can't stand itchy and can't sleep at night. Only by going to take a look can I calm down and inherit the family business!" Zheng Xinwen explained sincerely.

"Hey... You have been following me from the age of six or seven. At that time, I shouldn't have let you go to the kitchen of the winery and teahouse to watch others cook. Why are you obsessed with this?" Zheng Mingquan sighed helplessly, then raised his face, raised the wooden stick in his hand, and waved it hard!

Hao Xian turned around and walked out of the lobby. He couldn't bear to see others be beaten.

Anyway, you can hear screams with your back to them.

He plans to take this skill to study what his "soul" can do.

Although I was walking subconsciously as I was a person, since it was a soul body, I should be able to float to the sky without being bound by gravity, right?

Thinking of this, his body really floated up!

However, it seems that because of not being proficient enough, I can't control myself floating up and down. It took a while to make the soul body float in the direction I want.

When he mastered the floating skills and fell back to the ground, the Zheng family's family rules were over. Zheng Xinwen was carried back to the room with a scream, fearing that others would not know that he had been beaten.

Zheng Mingquan gasped for a while while leaning on a wooden stick before speaking to the servant: "Prepare the car!"

I was in a hurry to go out after I beat my son? There were large boxes of small boxes behind the carriage, as if I wanted to give gifts?
Chapter completed!