Chapter 157: Teaching and Employee Benefits

Braised Whole Pig Head, with a ruddy hue and intact soy-colored glaze; when Qin Huai reached for his chopsticks, he didn't need to exert force to pick it up. It felt as though the slightest touch, a mere gentle nudge, would detach a piece of fatty yet not greasy pork head meat, stewed to perfect tenderness with a bouncy, gelatinous texture.

The meat was still coated in a layer of collagen-rich sauce.

The flavor was remarkably mellow and rich.

Very dominant.

This was a standard banquet masterpiece: salty with a hint of sweetness, heavy on oil and salt, packed with fat and energy, deep in color and intense in taste. Both visually and sensorially, it delivered the most primal joy of devouring meat in great mouthfuls.

It was nothing like the Crab Roe Lion's Head or the Deboned Stewed Silver Carp Head in style. If Qin Huai were an ordinary person who had never tasted the Three-Head Banquet, he would never believe these three dishes could appear on the same banquet menu.

But now, as he took a bite of steamed bun followed by a bite of meat, letting carbohydrates and fats fully merge into double the happiness, he felt this was exactly how it should be.

Deliciousness is the ultimate rule!

Qin Huai alternated between bites of steamed bun and pig head meat, unable to stop eating. Every few bites of meat, he would eat some stir-fried greens to cleanse his palate, avoiding excessive greasiness that might cause acid reflux and discomfort the next day.

Qin Luo had learned this lesson the hard way before.

When Qin Luo was in her first year of junior high, she developed an intense craving for braised pork knuckle, possibly because she had seen a protagonist in some TV drama eating a large knuckle. She kept clamoring to have it.

Qin Congwen made a deal with Qin Luo: if she improved her ranking by ten places in her final exams, he would take her to eat it. Unexpectedly, Qin Luo truly exploded with potential, improving her rank by eleven places, exceeding the target, and earning her pork knuckle.

Since Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong had no time, they asked Qin Huai to take Qin Luo. Unfortunately, they chose the wrong restaurant. The pork knuckle at the place Qin Luo selected was slightly too greasy. Qin Huai only ate two bites, while Qin Luo, facing a knuckle as big as her face, ate the entire thing in one sitting.

Then she grew sick of it, suffered acid reflux, vomited, had diarrhea, developed gastroenteritis, and spent the first day of her holiday in the hospital receiving an IV drip.

From that day on, Qin Luo never mentioned the words "pork knuckle" again.

That was probably the only time in Qin Luo's life she ever ate something to the point of ruining her health.

Having witnessed this cautionary tale, Qin Huai showed great restraint while eating the Braised Whole Pig Head. Unlike during the welcome banquet the night before, where he ate until the taste of food surged upward whenever he opened his mouth, today he ate only three steamed buns.

Qin Huai felt he had truly changed; he had seen more of the world and could now practice moderation even when facing such exquisite dishes.

The remaining Braised Whole Pig Head was not wasted. Since Zheng Zheng Zheng Siyuan couldn't finish it, Huang Huang Anyao stepped in. The young master was not picky; as long as there was food, he didn't mind joining midway to eat the leftovers.

Even the last bit of sauce in the plate was soaked up cleanly with a steamed bun and eaten by the young master.

When Huang Huang Huang Shengli arrived at the back kitchen, this was the pitiful sight he beheld: his own biological son practically licking the plate clean.

Huang Huang Huang Shengli:...

Was this fellow really his biological son?

Had they not swapped babies at birth back then?

He had never lacked food or drink all these years; how had he become so undignified now?

Huang Huang Huang Shengli expressed his incomprehension but could only accept it. After all, he only had this one son; there was no replacement available.

Huang Huang Huang Shengli flashed his signature master's smile and said gently, "Xiao Qin, how was today? Are you adapting well to the work?"

"I heard Gong Liang added you on WeChat at noon? If he harasses you on WeChat, just pretend you didn't see it and don't reply. But if he sends you a red envelope, accept it. If you have any problems, come to me anytime; Zheng Da and I will help you solve them."

Hearing Huang Huang Huang Shengli say this, Qin Huai knew he and Gong Liang were truly childhood friends.

Money can be accepted, but favors cannot be granted. There was no arguing with that; this was a genuine childhood friend.

"Today, we will learn how to stir-fry greens in a new way," Huang Huang Huang Shengli said, signaling with his eyes for the apprentices to clear several stove stations.

Soon, the stoves were cleared, and the greens were brought over, all prepped and ready.

"Today, you won't just watch me stir-fry; you'll watch others too. I recall you have a good relationship with Huang Jia, Dong Shi, and Dong Li. You should also be fairly familiar with Wang Jun. Let's add one more... Old Three. You must have spoken with Qi Tian. Just these few."

Qin Huai was not really familiar with Qi Tian, Huang Huang Huang Shengli's third apprentice. Qi Tian had learned his craft by apprenticing under a master. Coming from a family of chefs, he had practiced basic skills diligently since childhood, learning culinary arts from his elders, and later used connections to formally apprentice under Huang Huang Huang Shengli. Among all of Huang Huang Huang Shengli's disciples, his skill level was second only to Huang Jia.

With a cold expression and few words, Qin Huai had barely any interaction with him. During these past two days in the Huang Ji back kitchen, they had exchanged no more than five sentences.

Huang Huang Huang Shengli did not let Qin Huai cook; instead, he had Qin Huai stand aside and watch as each of the named individuals stir-fried the greens.

Huang Jia started first.

As Huang Huang Huang Shengli's eldest disciple in whom he placed great hopes, Huang Jia had inherited eighty percent of Huang Huang Huang Shengli's true teachings. If he could prepare top-tier dishes like Braised Whole Pig Head, which tested fire control to the utmost, then naturally he could handle basic training dishes like stir-fried greens.

Not to mention he had just stir-fried a plate of greens for Qin Huai as a staff meal at noon today.

Huang Jia's stir-fried greens were remarkably beautiful, just as splendid as the staff meal at noon.

His movements were beautiful, his control was beautiful, his wok-tossing was beautiful, his plating was beautiful, and the vegetables in the wok were beautiful.

If one had to nitpick any flaw, it would be that his greens might not be perfect.

But to achieve a perfect plate of stir-fried greens, one must control the heat and timing within a hair's breadth. Even Huang Huang Huang Shengli could not guarantee that every plate of greens he stir-fried would be perfect.

In a sense, there is no such thing as an absolutely perfect dish in this world; if you try, you can always find flaws. Because you never know when an incredibly talented chef might appear and create an even more perfect plate.

"Taste it," Huang Huang Huang Shengli told Qin Huai.

Qin Huai tasted it. Just like at noon, it was delicious.

Huang Jia stepped down, and Qi Tian took the stage.

Qi Tian stir-fried the greens with an expressionless face.

His movements while stir-frying were not as visually appealing as Huang Jia's, but they were cleaner and more decisive. Compared to Huang Jia, Qi Tian was a more pragmatic chef.

Many chefs like to learn a few flashy tricks; they don't necessarily need to use them, but they can employ them to show off when the opportunity arises.

But Qi Tian was clearly not that kind of chef. When demonstrating culinary skills, chefs usually make their movements more elegant without compromising the quality of the food in the wok. Qi Tian was the complete opposite; his movements were not elegant at all, giving the impression that he still had a hundred plates of greens to fry, so he needed to hurry up and get the work done.

Soon, Qi Tian's stir-fried greens were ready and plated.

They were equally beautiful, vibrant green stir-fried greens; judging by appearance alone, they even looked slightly more attractive than those stir-fried by Huang Jia.

While rushing to finish the work, Qi Tian even found time to arrange the plating slightly.

"Taste it," Huang Huang Huang Shengli said.

Qin Huai tasted it.

Delicious.

Delicious in a different way from Huang Jia's greens.

In terms of texture, Qi Tian's stir-fried greens were crisper. He controlled the degree of crispness very well; it was the kind of crispness that, if not handled properly, would result in a major failure of undercooked vegetables.

Qi Tian calmly stepped away, and Wang Jun began to stir-fry the greens.

As Huang Huang Huang Shengli's disciple with the poorest culinary skills, Wang Jun's stir-fried greens did not disappoint his reputation.

At his level, he truly could not serve as a stove chef at Huang Ji.

If the stir-fried greens by Huang Jia and Qi Tian each had their own merits but were both equally delicious and nearly flawless, Wang Jun's stir-fried greens had numerous flaws one could pick out.

The duration of high heat was not well controlled; the wok-tossing movements were not clean or decisive enough, resulting in uneven heating of the greens; the reduction of sauce before plating seemed slightly insufficient...

If one were to nitpick, this single plate of greens had at least ten or more flaws.

To put it in simple terms understandable to the general public, these stir-fried greens were not even as good as those cooked by Zheng Zheng Zheng Siyuan.

Although Zheng Zheng Zheng Siyuan was a pastry chef, his fire control skills were quite good, especially for basic fire-control dishes like stir-fried greens.

When Zheng Zheng Zheng Siyuan practiced cooking as a child, the amount of stir-fried greens he produced daily had to be counted by the basket.

This time, without waiting for Huang Huang Huang Shengli to speak, Qin Huai voluntarily tasted the dish.

Not quite up to standard.

If a plate of greens like this were served and charged at menu prices, customers might complain.

However, it was still much better than the ten-yuan stir-fried greens from the small eatery next to the Qin family breakfast shop. The fundamental quality of Huang Ji Restaurant was still evident.

Next was Dong Li.

Then came Dong Shi.

Qin Huai was surprised to discover that Dong Shi had actually not been bragging; regarding the skill of stir-frying greens, Dong Shi was indeed slightly better than Dong Li.

Although Dong Shi chattered endlessly all day, spoke wildly with little reliability, loved gossip, and preferred chatting with people during work hours, he truly possessed some skill.

You can slack off, but you cannot truly be incompetent.

Finally, Huang Huang Huang Shengli himself stir-fried a plate of greens for Qin Huai.

Placed alongside the greens stir-fried by Huang Jia and Qi Tian, this plate completely surpassed theirs in every aspect.

It was a plate of stir-fried greens so exquisite that even picky eaters worldwide, children who hated vegetables, would say to their mothers after eating it: "Mom, I want to eat stir-fried greens!"

Without comparison, there is no sense of inferiority.

Yesterday, Qin Huai knew Huang Huang Huang Shengli had excellent culinary skills and that his stir-fried greens were outstanding, but he had not perceived it as intuitively as he did today.

Excellent culinary skills truly allow one to do as one pleases.

Qin Huai began to understand somewhat why Gong Liang loved to latch on so eagerly, seizing every opportunity to wheedle a couple of good dishes to eat.

With a childhood friend possessing such culinary skills, even if one couldn't eat the Three-Head Banquet, eating three plates of stir-fried greens was perfectly acceptable.

"Do you know why I had each of them stir-fry a plate of greens for you?" Huang Huang Huang Shengli asked.

Qin Huai thought for a moment and replied, "Is it because each of them has their own style?"

Huang Huang Huang Shengli paused, thinking, I've prepared so thoroughly, how can you still say my lines?

Huang Huang Huang Shengli stopped asking and stated directly: "Huang Jia is my first disciple. He has practiced basic skills with me since childhood. His culinary arts, techniques, philosophy, and dishes were all taught by me hand-in-hand. He can be said to be the chef whose style most resembles mine."

"Qi Tian apprenticed under another master before coming to me; his style was formed before he became my disciple. Although he has studied under me for many years, you can clearly see that his cooking style is completely different from Huang Jia's."

"Wang Jun comes from an unorthodox background. He had many bad habits previously. I have taught him for many years and corrected quite a few, but he still retains some of those habits. These habits cause him to make small mistakes in areas where he shouldn't. Therefore, his culinary skills have not advanced significantly yet. However, since he can endure hardship, I believe that with a few more years of practice, his culinary skills will achieve a major breakthrough."

"You should be most familiar with Dong Shi and Dong Li. Little Nine has a lively personality, while Little Eight is steady. They are both still young and have not fully formed their own styles, so their personalities are clearly reflected in their cooking."

"In terms of talent, Little Nine is far superior to Little Eight. Therefore, even though he occasionally slacks off a little, his level is no worse than Little Eight's. He is a chef with his own ideas, capable of drawing inferences from one instance, and daring to question authority. Even if I teach him something he deems unsuitable, he will secretly modify it. You can see it just from his wok-tossing; he has too many of his own ideas."

"Little Eight, on the other hand, is more methodical. He learns whatever is taught and does exactly as instructed. This is good, but actually, it is also not good. In this regard, he is very similar to Huang Jia. The reason Huang Jia still cannot take over my position is precisely because of this."

"When learning cooking, a chef should not have too many personal ideas, but neither should they have none. The master leads you to the door, but cultivation depends on the individual. During the learning stage, the master lays the foundation for the apprentice and teaches the apprentice how to cook. But eventually, there comes a day when the master can teach no more. At that point, if you still expect others to teach you, it will be very difficult to become a true master."

"Huang Jia has only learned eighty percent of my level. The remaining twenty percent cannot be learned; he must realize it himself. Actually, I am the same. I only learned sixty or seventy percent of my master's level, and despite so many years, I still haven't realized the rest."

"Both Zheng Da and Zheng Zheng Zheng Siyuan have told me that you are a chef very skilled at imitation. That fellow Zheng Da even worried unnecessarily, fearing that if you blindly imitate like this, you won't be able to form your own style, and when you truly wish to make a name for yourself in the future, you will encounter significant obstacles and suffer greatly."

"Initially, I shared this concern, but after watching you learn for an entire day yesterday, I no longer have this worry."

Qin Huai looked at Huang Huang Huang Shengli.

"I feel that you are not completely imitating."

Qin Huai:?

Qin Huai wondered if Huang Huang Huang Shengli was viewing him through some inexplicable filter. To be honest, sometimes even Qin Huai felt his imitation abilities were terrifyingly strong.

He still couldn't figure out why he had been able to perfectly imitate Zheng Zheng Zheng Siyuan's Apple Noodle Guo'er.

"You give it a try," Huang Huang Huang Shengli said. Qin Huai began stir-frying the green vegetables.

Plate after plate, just like yesterday, each dish contained different technical errors.

Just moments ago, Qin Huai had been dissing Wang Jun's stir-fried greens as truly mediocre, no wonder he was the worst cook among Huang Huang Huang Shengli's nine disciples.

Now, the greens he had stir-fried himself were even worse than Wang Jun's.

Placing his greens next to Wang Jun's made his heat control look truly terrible.

Although his heat control really was terrible.

Oh, this Intermediate Heat Control is so hard to level up.

But Dough Leavening seems about to level up.

Qin Huai wasn't very concerned about the skill levels and proficiency stats provided by the game system, because he knew his own capabilities very well; he didn't need the game system's ratings to know whether he was improving or regressing.

When the game system first awakened, the proficiency growth rate for Dough Leavening increased as slowly as a snail walking, basically not moving at all.

Over such a long period, the proficiency ratio between Dough Leavening and Seasoning had been 2:1; thinking about it carefully, one would realize this made no sense at all.

Given the types of pastries Qin Huai made every day, the number of times he leavened dough was far greater than the times he seasoned, definitely more than double.

Therefore, Qin Huai guessed that this proficiency wasn't like standard game leveling where killing monsters grants experience, or perhaps it was an extremely rigorous game leveling system where killing different monsters dropped different amounts of experience.

Leavening difficult dough granted more experience, while blindly kneading dough without any technical content granted little experience, or even none at all.

From the perspective of culinary arts and learning, this was reasonable; after all, no matter how diligently a high school student practiced mental arithmetic for addition and subtraction within 20, their math grades would not improve at all.

Recently, Qin Huai had been making Guo'er constantly; the difficulty of leavening dough might have been slightly higher, causing the proficiency for the Dough Leavening skill to skyrocket, estimating another seven or eight days before leveling up.

Qin Huai plated the stir-fried greens.

There was a qualitative leap between Beginner Heat Control and Intermediate Heat Control; was there one between Intermediate Dough Leavening and Advanced Dough Leavening?

If he came to Huang Ji to train hard on heat control for ten days, only for his heat control to remain stagnant while his dough leavening technique advanced by leaps and bounds, would it drive Huang Huang Huang Shengli, this famous master, into seclusion out of frustration?

Driving these messy thoughts out of his mind, Qin Huai continued to focus on stir-frying the greens.

Oh, these greens look unappealing.

Huang Ji's plates, letting you hold such unskilled greens is truly suffering for you; you probably haven't served such rotten dishes usually.

Plate after plate of greens was born just like on an assembly line.

Huang Huang Huang Shengli stood nearby without speaking, without guiding, without demonstrating; he just stood quietly, watching plate after plate of greens.

Dong Shi, watching from a distance, could barely hold back: "Why did Master only demonstrate once and then stop moving?"

"He asked us to demonstrate for Qin Huai, isn't that to show Qin Huai an example of errors, then an example of the correct method so he can learn by copying Master's stir-frying? At a time like this, shouldn't we press our advantage and demonstrate a few more times for Qin Huai so he can reflect and find his mistakes?"

"I wasn't prepared when I went up to cook earlier, so I didn't make many mistakes. This time I'm prepared; I've prepared three common mistakes beginners make, and I'll show them all to Qin Huai at once!"

Dong Shi felt he understood Huang Huang Huang Shengli's thoughts very well; once he completed his apprenticeship in the future and taught disciples, he would surely become a famous master too.

Dong Li:...

Dong Li couldn't even be bothered to deal with his younger brother; giving such excellent culinary talent to his brother was a waste, it should have been given to Wang Jun.

"Master didn't ask us to give Qin Huai a demonstration of errors; he wants Qin Huai to see what greens look like when stir-fried by different chefs with different styles, and where the influence of heat control on these basic dishes will be reflected," Huang Jia, as the eldest disciple, explained patiently.

"Ah?" Dong Shi shook his head. "That's too difficult; Qin Huai is a beginner."

Dong Li simply couldn't bear to look; he really wanted to drag Dong Shi inside to take a careful look at the greens Qin Huai had stir-fried.

Say that again, what beginner?

Do you remember what kind of ghostly things you stir-fried when you were a beginner?

"Teach according to the student's aptitude; different people require different teaching methods. This method might not suit us, but it definitely suits Qin Huai," Huang Jia said with a smile. Seeing Dong Shi still poking his head out wanting to say something, he directly interrupted the spell.

"Mr. Gong probably sent Qin Huai a WeChat message that Qin Huai didn't reply to, so he just called me asking when Huang Ji plans to launch the new Noodle Guo'er, and whether I could reveal tomorrow's pastry menu."

"He also asked me about Qin Huai's situation, saying that Qin Huai must not be adapted yet having just arrived in Gusu."

"You know his working style, Little Nine; after all, you have a sweet mouth, and every Chinese New Year, your red envelope is always the biggest."

"Find an opportunity later to tell Qin Huai not to make Noodle Guo'er for Mr. Gong so early, and absolutely do not reveal to Mr. Gong that Huang Ji is currently serving breakfast, otherwise he will definitely want all three meals."

"If you really have nothing better to do, call Mr. Gong and exaggerate Master's illness, preferably describing it as a condition where he cannot cook major dishes for two or three months, and remember to conceal the fact that Master secretly went fishing two days ago."

Dong Shi:...

"Eldest Brother, I just remembered Master seemed to ask me to check inventory in the warehouse; I have something to do, so I'm leaving first!"

Dong Shi slipped away.

The crowd of onlookers quieted down.

Wang Jun silently gave Huang Jia a thumbs-up, indicating that the eldest brother really had ways to handle the little junior brother.

Qin Huai's lesson continued.

After he finished stir-frying a bucket of greens, Huang Huang Huang Shengli asked him to rest for a moment, then demonstrated stir-frying twice more himself; without saying much, he simply pointed out two obvious flaws Qin Huai was currently displaying that should be correctable, and told Qin Huai to continue practicing.

At 4 PM, the joyful cooking practice ended.

Qin Huai, whose arms felt so heavy from stir-frying greens that he could barely lift them, shook his arms, feeling it had truly been a fulfilling day.

"Don't go back just yet; there's a bone-setting shop nearby with a master whose technique is exceptionally good. Gong Liang has already gotten you a membership card and loaded it with 20,000. Go there every other day in the future for a massage to relax your muscles, so you don't injure your body from practicing too much," Huang Huang Huang Shengli said.

"Ah?" Qin Huai was stunned.

Wait, he hadn't even started currying favor with Gong Liang yet, nor had he brushed up any favorability points, so how had a card already been arranged for him?

"Every chef at Huang Ji has one," Huang Huang Huang Shengli said. "Gong Liang holds a 50% share in that bone-setting shop."

Qin Huai understood; this was the self-cultivation of a top salesperson.

Not making two Noodle Guo'er for Gong Liang would be a disservice to this card.

"Thank you, Master Huang; you worked hard today," Qin Huai said respectfully.

"It's only right; being able to teach a promising talent like you means even if I were so sick I couldn't crawl out of bed, I would move my bed into the kitchen to teach," Huang Huang Huang Shengli said cheerfully. Seeing Huang Jia had already set up his small tea table, he walked over toward it.

Qin Huai went to the changing room to change clothes, happily clocking off work.

Changing back into his casual clothes, Qin Huai opened his phone to check the new WeChat messages he had received.

Gong Liang had sent seven or eight messages.

The top salesperson's nonsense; he wouldn't look at those first.

The reply from Luo Jun was more important.

Luo Jun: It indicates his tribulation has turned a corner; barring any accidents, he will successfully pass the tribulation in this lifetime.

Eh!

Qin Huai immediately called back; after waiting a few seconds, Luo Jun answered.

"How much longer are you going to stay in that damn Gusu? I wake up on time every morning now, but after waking up there's no Chen Pi tea to drink. I've finished the last TV drama I was following, and this current xianxia drama is ugly as sin. The female lead has already died twice, yet she still hasn't truly died; do modern screenwriters even know how to write a plot?" Luo Jun's voice was filled with resentment over not being able to drink Chen Pi tea and irritation over the bad TV drama.

Qin Huai: "... Probably, it will take another two months or so."

"What???"

Luo Jun's voice on the other end of the phone nearly pierced the sky: "Two months? Why don't you just wait until I'm dead before coming back?"

A spirit monster who had lived in the mortal world for 92 years certainly spoke with confidence.

"How about you... come stay in Gusu for two months?" Qin Huai attempted Plan B.

Luo Jun decisively refused: "No, no."

"Just wait until I'm dead before you come back. What did you call about?"

Qin Luo quickly put on a serious expression: "I wanted to ask what it means that the tribulation has turned a corner?"

"It means exactly what it says."

Since they were discussing serious business, the sound of the TV drama on Luo Jun's end of the line disappeared; he had probably pressed pause.

"You really do have a constitution that attracts spirit monsters; you've only been in Gusu for three days and you've already encountered a new one. Do you remember what Chen Chen Huihong and I told you? After a spirit monster fails its first tribulation, it will continuously reincarnate, gradually losing its memories until it forgets everything and ends up in a state like Qu Jing. It believes itself to be a normal person, but its behavior will be partially influenced by its obsession."

"Yes."

"Under normal circumstances, spirit monsters reaching their final lifetime are basically impossible to complete the tribulation. However, during the process of reincarnation, if they are lucky, they can successfully pass the tribulation before reaching the final lifetime without needing to encounter that so-called straw."

"This new one you encountered must have found such an opportunity."

"There are actually quite a few such spirit monsters; many, upon reaching their third lifetime, if they have forgotten a significant amount of memory, will forget they are spirit monsters, yet their minds will retain fragmented memories from previous lives."

"At such times, the spirit monster might forget its obsession, but by chance be doing something that can resolve the obsession, or encounter someone who helps them resolve it, placing them in this state of awakening."

"The one you encountered should be in this situation; basically, you don't need to do anything unless some complication arises, otherwise he will definitely successfully pass the tribulation in this lifetime."

Qin Huai was still somewhat confused and asked: "This situation sounds quite good; having residual memories yet not being trapped by them, theoretically the success rate for passing the tribulation should be very high."

Luo Jun: "... That is only theoretically speaking; more often the situation goes to extremes. Either they are treated as madmen by others, or they feel something is wrong with their own brains; isn't Chen Chen Huihong a typical example?"

"Although she was a bit unlucky, and her life was indeed very short in several intermediate lifetimes, didn't she live normally in one lifetime? What good did living normally do? She still went to the extreme and died suddenly from overwork at her job; can a normal person do something like that?"

Qin Huai felt somewhat convinced.

"Then I... actually don't need to do much, right?"

"Did you trigger a mission?" Luo Jun asked.

"I triggered one."

"Then you might still need to intervene; after all, you encountered him, and you might be that complication."

Qin Huai:...

Slander! Pure slander! He just made a Noodle Guo'er; he didn't do anything else!

But of course Qin Huai still had to complete the mission; it was rare to encounter such a clear mission with decent rewards, and it would be a pity not to complete it.

Most importantly, Gong Liang was truly generous, handing over a 20,000 yuan card for the bone-setting shop immediately. Although every worker in the Huang Ji back kitchen receiving this card counted as an employee benefit, Qin Huai was not a formal employee of Huang Ji.

He just didn't know if, after helping Gong Liang awaken, Gong Liang would repay the kindness by naming him one of his heirs, allowing him to inherit 10% of the estate.

Qin Huai, harboring fine hopes, stepped into the bone-setting clinic.

"From Huang Ji, Qin Huai, here to pay!"

(End of Chapter)