Chapter 1063: Who is this person

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He doesn’t have any relatives here either. The relatives are all in the village. Or, he said, cold sweat sweated out on his forehead. It wouldn’t be when he was cooking. Complained.
It's just that this doesn't seem right. If it's really because of the hair, then the manager should come to him. There is such a good attitude, and he has already sprinkled the blood of the scolding dog.
And he was still thinking in his mind, and the man had already reached the front hall.
Far away, he saw a man sitting there. The man asked for a pot of tea, drinking slowly. He was wearing a sweater and a pair of trousers underneath, as well as leather shoes on his feet. It shines very bright.
Liu Hao still can’t see the man’s appearance, but he can probably feel it. The man’s temperament is very good, just like the big bosses of the company he saw on TV. People are always the characters that these chefs need to look up to.
He walked tremblingly over, then stood in front of the man, dared not move, nor dared to speak. At this time, he saw that the man picked up the cup on the table, and there was a good tutor all over his body. , Movements are neat, free and easy, not muddy and watery, but it can make people feel a kind of elegant out.
Suddenly, the man turned and looked at him lightly.
"Liu Hao?"
He asked.
Liu Hao nodded his head, "That... I am, may I ask, are you looking for me?"
"Um..." The man put down the cup in his hand, his index finger also stroked the arms between his palms. His hands were very long, his hands were large, but his five fingers were distinct, and Liu Hao quickly changed his own With your hands behind you, there is a kind of self-satisfaction.
Since his hands came out, he has been soaking in cold water, all year round, plus physical work, don't think that the chef is wearing a white hat, and then frying a dish , Playing tricks and the like, that's juggling, not the cook, the cook comes in the water, goes in the fire, and deals with the fire.
I don't know how many meals are passed from his hands every day. From time to time, we have to shake a heavy pot. Without a good effort, we can't even lift the pot.
It's not that men cook better than women, and dishes can be better cooked.
Not because of other things, but because of physical strength.
"You are from Chenjia Village, over Nanshi?" the man asked again.
Liu Hao nodded again, "Yes, I am from Chenjia Village, Chenjia Village in Qiucheng, there is only one of us in the village," their village is above the mountainside, and the daily exchanges are It's inconvenient, especially when it hurts. It's simply that you can't go down the mountain. The people in the village have a very hard life. It can also be said that they are all self-sufficient.
And he was one of the few young people who left the village. When he came out to work in his early years, he just met a good teacher who taught him how to cook. He started as a chef, and now he is finally After digging out some heads, I can learn by myself, and after a few years, when I become the head chef, I can make more money.
Lu Yi looked at the Liu Hao wearing a chef's clothes lightly in front of him. This is Liu Hao. It is similar to the information he found. As for the Chenjia Village, it is actually a small village that is not well known, remote and poor. .
"Is the ID card with you?" Lu Yi or Lu Yi, he always does not judge anything with his own feelings, but facts.
How it is, what it is.
"Bring it," Liu Hao didn't know what was wrong with him. It might also be that Lu Yi's tone was too harsh, which made him feel like he was being checked for his hukou, and he consciously took out his ID card and put it on Lu In front of Yi.
Lu Yi took it and glanced roughly. The name of the place is correct, the name of the person is correct, and the appearance is also correct.
So this is Liu Hao, the one he was looking for.
He took another thing from his body and put it in front of Liu Hao, "Do you know her?"
Liu Hao took the thing on the table. It seemed to be a small card. It was wrong. It was another ID card. When he got it, it was clearly an ID card.
It's just that the person's name and photos on it are shrinking his pupils.
"Sir, this..."
He pointed to the ID card, and he felt like a ghost. This ID card is not...
"you recognize?"
Lu Yi leaned back on his studies, and then straightened the cup on the table, took a sip of the tea in the cup, the tea tasted slightly astringent, and the water soaked was a little under temperature. .
He started tasting tea with Mr. Lu. People in his life like tea, but they just like tea.
"Know," Liu Hao raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat on his face, which was like seeing a ghost.
"Sir, this is my sister Liu Hua. She passed away last year. Our village did not have a consumer account, so the ID card is still there, but there are no more people."
His big sister had some problems since she was a child. She was thinking about being able to live like this for a day, but no one thought about it. Last year, Liu Hua didn't finish that winter.
And now someone even came to find him with his big sister's ID card.
How is this different from seeing a ghost?
Lu Yi took out another thing and placed it in front of Liu Hao.
This is a bank card.
"There is a million on the card, you hold it first."
Lu Yi threw the card to Liu Hao, and Liu Hao's stunned hands held up the card, bank card, one million, for him, really for him?
He hadn't been able to respond for a long time, because it was a little, so horrible.
"Well, this gentleman, why should you give me this? We, don't you know?" This stuck in his hand is a bit hot, or very hot, and it's okay to give him a million to do, wouldn't be thinking Any attempt to deal with him, let him do those crimes, but he is a poor cook, nothing.
Lu Yi stood up, took his clothes and put them on, and then gave him a business card, "You can call me if you have anything. As for this card, your parents saved my wife. This is Xie Li."
"In your eyes, maybe a million, but here in me, he is not as good as my wife's hair."
Yes, one million is really not much. Don’t say one million, that is, ten million. It’s not too much. The life and value of Yan Huan, but sometimes too much is given, not for help, but for harm.