Su Le shook his head, then slowly closed the door, and drove a beautiful woman out of the door. It felt so good. Su Le found that he had made progress and could actually make up his mind to reject a beautiful woman. Does this mean that he began to mature?

Zhu Laoer slowly walked back from the courtyard.

Su Le said: "Actually, there is no need for you to avoid it."

Zhu Laoer said: "I avoid it to facilitate others to seduce you."

Su Le laughed: "Master, do you know what teacher ethics are?"

Zhu Laoer smiled wickedly and said, "Actually, this Song Xiaobai looks really good. If she really throws her arms to you, what will you do?"

Su Lechao looked at the Yundao and said, "Just for such a broken knife? She willingly threw herself into her arms?"

Zhu Laoer narrowed his eyes and looked as if he was pretending to be deep: "Women always need no reason to sacrifice themselves, maybe it's for money, maybe it's for fame, maybe it's because of the other party's appearance that touched her..." At this point, Zhu Laoer looked up and down at Su Le: "But you don't seem to have none of these."

Su Le walked to the table and picked up the Yunzhang Knife.

Zhu Laoer widened his eyes: "What are you doing? You are so angry that you want to kill me? Do you dare to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors?"

Su Le looked at the Yunzhankang: "A man is innocent and possesses a treasure. I suddenly realized that this Yunzhankang is not a good thing. Master, why don't you save it?"

Zhu Laoer shook his head like a rattle: "I will not receive any reward without merit, and I am not a descendant of the Miao family."

Su Le understood something from Zhu Laoer's words. He grinned and Zhu Laoer obviously gave a hint. Su Le said: "How about I hand over the Yunzhan Dao to Miao Qingyu?"

Zhu Lao Er didn't say he agreed or disagree. He seemed to be unrelated to him: "You won this knife back, and you can make your own decisions about how to deal with it."

From Zhu Laoer's words, Su Le realized that he must agree with his idea. Su Le's original intention of participating in the cooking competition was just to vent his anger for his master. He had no desire for Zhan Yundao, but instead thought that this thing might be a problem. In fact, if it weren't for the secret seasoning given to him by Miao Qingyu this time, it would be difficult for him to stand out from his fellow disciples.

Su Le made a decisive decision, and he decided to give the cloud-killing sword to Miao Qingyu.

Although Zhu Laoer did not express his opinion, he agreed with Su Le's decision in his heart. He accompanied Su Le to Tingyuxuan, not to meet Miao Qingyu, but to escort the Yunzhan Sword. He was not at ease with Su Le's ability. With Su Le's current ability, he could not protect the Yunzhan Sword at all.

Zhu Laoer and Su Le came outside Tingyuxuan, and he stopped and said, "You go in, I'm back."

Su Le said: "Master, since you have arrived, why don't you go in and sit? No matter how you are, you are also brothers and sisters, it's better to reminisce about the old relationship." Su Le was hinting at something very obscurely.

Zhu Laoer said, "I have something to do." After saying this, he turned around and ran to the distance as if he was running away.

Su Le shook his head helplessly and walked into Tingyuxuan with a suitcase containing the cloud-cutting knife.

Miao Qingyu had long seen the figure of their master and apprentice. Seeing Zhu Laoer's departure, her eyes chased Zhu Laoer's back through the floor-to-ceiling window. The two people who were originally familiar suddenly became unfamiliar. This strangeness lasted for twenty years. A city, separated by a water, but her feeling was like being separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. Zhu Laoer's figure became blurred in her vision. It was not that he had walked too far, but that she had already shed tears.

The knock on the door made Miao Qingyu return to reality. She took a breath. She took out a tissue to wipe the tears at the corners of her eyes, and then said softly: "Come in!"

Su Le walked in with the suitcase. He smiled and called Master Gu, then placed the suitcase containing the Shuyun Dao on Miao Qingyu's desk: "Mr. Master Gu, I have brought the Shuyun Dao. Master Gu, now the things from Master can return to the original owner."

Miao Qingyu glanced at him, then her eyes fell on the black suitcase. She opened the suitcase, took out the Yun-Slaying Knife from it, held the handle of the knife with one hand, and held the tip of the knife with the other, and said softly: "You won the knife back, it already belongs to you." She turned her wrist and handed the handle to Su Le.

Su Le shook his head and said, "Mr. Master, this is your family's thing. I discussed it with Master. In fact, this knife should be returned to you."

Miao Qingyu frowned slightly and said, "Do he really say that?"

In fact, Zhu Laoer said nothing, Su Le said: "You should know my master's donkey temper. Although he didn't say it, that's what he thought in his heart."

Seeing that Su Le had no intention of receiving the knife, Miao Qingyu put the Zhanyun Dao back into the suitcase and stared at Su Le's eyes. His sharp eyes seemed to have been seeing the depths of his heart. Su Le felt a little embarrassed under her gaze. This guy always smiled habitually when he was embarrassed.

Miao Qingyu said: "Do you think of the Yunzhang Knife as a hot potato?"

Su Le smiled and said, "I just think this knife is originally from your Miao family, so it should naturally return to the original owner."

Miao Qingyu said: "A man is innocent and possesses a treasure. You are worried that this sword of the cloud will cause you endless trouble in the future." She stood up and returned to the window. The vicissitudes of Zhu Laoer's back could no longer be found outside the window. Miao Qingyu sighed with a loss: "In fact, the sword of the cloud is not as magical as the rumors outside. Although it is exquisitely made, it is still just a kitchen knife. There is no secret in this kitchen knife."

Su Le said: "Didn't this Yunzhang Sword contain the Master's secret recipe?"

Miao Qingyu shook her head: "There is a recipe, but it's not in the sword sword, but..." She turned around and looked at Su Le and said: "The recipe has always been here." She pointed to her head.

Su Le widened his eyes. It turned out that Miao Qingyu had already known the mystery of Zhan Yundao: "Sister, but since you know that there is no recipe in Zhan Yundao, why don't you expose them? Why do you encourage me to participate in the competition?"

Miao Qingyu said: "The value of the Yunzhan Knife lies in its mystery. Everyone thinks that the recipe is hidden in the knife. My father handed the Yanxi Hall to my stepmother and gave the recipe to me, otherwise why would I make a secret seasoning for you to use. The reason why I encourage you to seize this Yunzhan Knife is because in everyone's eyes, the essence of the Yunzhan Knife is hidden in the Yunzhan Knife. When the Yunzhan Knife is there, the Yanxi Hall is still the Yanxi Hall of the past. If the Yunzhan Knife is gone, the Yanxi Hall will naturally no longer have the scenery of the past. This knife has actually become a symbol. Only I know that there is no secret to this knife, but I must keep this secret."

Miao Qingyu returned to the table and sat down, closed the suitcase: "As long as the sword sword is there, the Yanxi Hall will have a day of revival."

Su Le said: "Xin Yuejiang just gave me a letter of employment, and I was hired to be the chef of Yanxi Hall for an annual salary of 200,000 yuan."

Miao Qingyu looked at Su Le with interest and said, "Why don't you agree to them?"

Su Le said: "The key to being aware of oneself. Although I was lucky enough to win the cooking competition, I was still a wild chef who didn't even have a chef qualification certificate. I have the ability to be the chef of the Banquet Hall. They hired me, but this Yunzhan Knife."

Miao Qingyu said: "Your mind is pretty clear."

Su Le said: "They proposed to buy 500,000 yuan to buy this knife. I thought about it and don't keep such expensive things here, otherwise I might not sleep well every night."

Miao Qingyu was amused by his words and said softly: "Okay, I'll tell the truth to you. I'll help you put away this knife first."

Su Le said: "Thank you, Master!" Miao Qingyu finally agreed to take over the Yunzhang Sword, and Su Le felt relieved.

Miao Qingyu said: "What are your plans in the future?"

Su Le said: "My master just contracted the canteen of the welfare home. I am going to come and help him and learn more skills with him."

Miao Qingyu said: "I can see that he has taught you a lot, but it is not enough to just learn knife skills to become a first-class chef."

Su Le was slightly stunned, wondering what Miao Qingyu meant when she said this.

Miao Qingyu opened the drawer and took out an invitation letter: "Next month, there will be a Chinese-French chef exchange event at Qiantang Yunzhou Hotel. It lasts for a month, so you can go over and open your eyes."

Su Le was stunned and took the invitation letter. Seeing that there was indeed his name and photo on it, Miao Qingyu was indeed very powerful and had done this without knowing it. However, she had never solicited her own opinions in advance.

Miao Qingyu said: "Although your master has passed away for many years, he still has a considerable reputation in the cooking world. Many of his friends are masters in the food industry. I have won this quota through relationships. In this exchange event, many well-known masters from home and abroad will come to teach. Even Mr. Man Zaiyuan, the great master of the cooking world, will go to give lectures in person. This opportunity is rare. I originally wanted to go there myself, but if I have time, and I personally don't have much interest in cooking. I still want you to go there for me after thinking about it."

Su Le said: "But you haven't asked me what I mean yet. Do I want to go?"

Miao Qingyu said: "The opportunity is rare. Now it has been handed over to you. Do you want to go or not? Make your own decision."

Su Le bit her lip: "I have to discuss it with my master."

Miao Qingyu said: "Whatever you want to be a first-class chef, it is impossible to achieve your ideals when you always follow your master to help the chef. Although my senior brother's cooking skills are also great, his level is not as good as the master's level. His advantage lies in knife skills, but his flaws in fireworks are also obvious. This is the real reason why he did not become the chef chef at the Yanxi Hall back then." Miao Qingyu handed a piece of information to Su Le: "This is the latest chef assessment standard just passed by the my country Cooking Association. According to the latest specified standards, the chef's level will be divided into helping chefs, cooking, kitchen, kitchen, chef, chef, chef, master, master, master, and master."

Su Le had heard his master mention this before, but he didn't expect it to become a reality so soon. He looked at the standard: "Why is there no chef in it?"

Miao Qingyu couldn't help but smile: "There is no chef in this world, no literature or martial arts. The world of chefs is more complicated than any profession. It is rare to become a master of a school. If you want to convince everyone in the world, it is impossible. Peng Zu can only afford to be a chef in ancient times." She looked at Su Le and said: "Although you have not received formal training, you have extremely high talent and insight. It is a pity to have such talent but not use it. Su Le, as your junior, I still recommend that you think about this matter carefully. After all, you are still young. If you want to become a first-class chef, you must first expand your horizons."

Su Le collected all the graded materials and admission notices and said sincerely: "Mr. Master, you are so nice to me."

However, Miao Qingyu felt a little touched because of this sentence: "Sometimes, others may not appreciate it."

From Tingyuxuan out, Su Le saw the little beggar Zhuang Dafang standing across the street, and four beggars were following him. Since last night, Su Le has been worried about his safety. Seeing that Zhuang Dafang is fine, Su Le was very happy and waved his hand and ran towards Zhuang Dafang: "Dafang, I'm looking for you."

Zhuang Da looked around, and the four beggars retreated aside, and Su Le said, "Where have you been?"

Zhuang Dafang said, "I came to you to say goodbye to you."

Su Le was slightly stunned: "You are leaving?"

Zhuang Dafang nodded: "I have found my family, and I'm going to see them now." He handed Su Le a dirty blue cloth bag: "Leave a souvenir, and you'll see it when I leave!"

Su Le held the blue cloth bag, but remembered that he had no gifts for him. He took out his wallet, which contained a thousand yuan gift from his teacher's wife Qi Cuiting yesterday. Su Le took out all of them without hesitation and put them in Zhuang Dafang's hand with the red envelope: "Have it! Use it on the way."

Zhuang Dafang looked at Su Le, and for some reason his eyes turned red. He bit his lip and held back tears and did not fall: "I don't want it, you are not rich either."

Su Le smiled and said, "I have a salary. When you go back to see your family, you have to buy new clothes. Besides, how can you do if you don't have some travel expenses on the way? Brother, you know my phone number. No matter what happens in the future, remember to call me."

Zhuang Dafang's voice was crying: "If I get into trouble, will you come and help me?"

Su Le nodded and said, "Help! We are good brothers who share life and death, and I won't help you who you are!"

Zhuang Dafang could no longer hold back his tears and slid down his cheeks. Two white tears were exposed on his dirty little face. He quickly wiped away his tears and sniffed his nose: "Su Le, you bastard, deliberately sensational!"

Su Le smiled and said, "Brother, we are not sensational. So, no matter where we go, don't forget you, the poor brother!"

Zhuang Dafang couldn't help laughing when he heard him say this, revealing two cute tiger teeth: "Better than beggars, you can't catch up even if you beat them!" He raised his head and said, "Okay, I'm leaving, don't give it to me, I hate other people's mother-in-law the most."

Zhuang Dafang took a few steps, turned around and looked towards Su Le, but saw Su Le had turned around and walked into the endless crowd. For a moment, sadness came from his heart, two lines of tears rolled down. He raised his head and saw Miao Qingyu standing in front of the window, obviously seeing the scene just now clearly. Miao Qingyu seemed to sigh, then raised his right arm and slowly waved his hand...
Chapter completed!