The old man lost his memory again

While the little prince was immersed in reading in the room, An Qihe sneaked to the door to wait for Chuntao.

Considering the time in the mansion, An Qihe has already figured out Chuntao's trajectory.

Basically, in the morning, tidy up the sundries and add them to ask the little prince if he has any orders. good.

An Qihe checked the timing, and soon saw Chuntao approaching.

Chuntao looked at the person standing in front of her inexplicably: "What's the matter with you?"

"I want to ask you something." An Qihe said, "The little prince doesn't like drinking milk, do you know why?"

Chuntao's expression was calm, as it should be taken for granted: "Some people like this and others like that, what's so strange about it? The little prince doesn't like to put green onions yet."

"I know there are some things I shouldn't ask, but today the little prince got angry because of the milk. The little prince trusted me and let me take care of his meals. I have to take some responsibility. If I don't know these taboos, how can I tell the little prince in the future? cooking?"

Speaking of this, An Qihe took a deep breath: "I don't think you want the little prince to be in a bad mood every now and then, do you?"

Chuntao looked away, a little shaken, but still insisted: "The little prince doesn't have too many taboos, as I just said, and milk will disappear if you don't drink it, he doesn't like the taste of milk."

"Liar." An Qihe pointedly exposed her.

"I didn't!" Chuntao, like the little prince, has a habit of involuntarily wandering her eyes when she is lying or nervous.

An Qihe took a step forward and said again: "You lied."

If the little prince doesn't like drinking milk, he can't stand the taste of milk.

An Qihe used milk to make milk tea, so he should be able to drink it.

Chuntao looked at him and didn't speak for a while.

"Okay, I'll tell you."

Finally took a step back.

Chuntao took a deep breath, and when she turned her eyes away, she could still see the appearance of the little prince sitting obediently in front of the window, dangling his legs, reading the story book peacefully.

"It's not that the little prince hates milk, he just can't pass the threshold in his heart."

When the young prince was still living in the Leng Palace, although it was not too good, he also met a court lady who treated him well.

The court lady felt sorry for the little prince, but she couldn't get any good things, so she could only secretly scoop some milk from the milk tank every day and feed it to the little prince.

The little prince loves to drink so much that he pesters the court lady to ask for it every day, but the palace maid becomes ruthless and steals more and more.

As a result, one day, her behavior was discovered.

The female officer in charge of the imperial dining room questioned her, but she dared not report the young prince, so she had to say that she was gluttonous.

So the female official sent someone to bring a whole tank of milk, and fed it into the mouth of the palace maid, strangling her to death.

At that time, the little prince happened to smell the smell and ran over, and saw this scene.

Since then, he can no longer drink milk.

As for the milk tea that An Qihe made before, firstly, the color was wrong, and secondly, the taste had changed, so the little prince didn't notice it was wrong.

After hearing this, the guilt in An Qihe's heart increased several times.

Chuntao frowned and warned An Qihe: "But don't tell the little prince about this!"

An Qihe frowned, thought she meant that the little prince would be sad when he thought about it, but he never thought about it but heard her say: "Thanks to the emperor for letting the national teacher erase the memory of the little prince about the maid, you don't want to do it again." It made him sad."

The boy's injury healed very quickly. After two days of recuperation, he basically recovered. He had some memory loss, but he remembered very clearly that his name was not Anwu at all, but Gu Dongya.

As for who An Wu was, he couldn't remember anything.

After knowing the name, things are much easier to handle.

Since he was able to live here, his hometown must not be far away, and this ancient surname is not common, so there will be news soon.

The little prince went there two times later, seeing that he was well-raised, he didn't worry any more, and turned to deal with the matter of An Qihe.

An Qihe has just written up his plan recently, he wants to open a fried chicken snack shop in this imperial city, selling some fried chicken delicacies and snacks.

And the idea is there, and the salary is also there, but if you want to open a store here, money is not enough.

Because of his amnesia, An Qihe, who had searched the imperial city for a long time, could not find any news, so he could only use the little prince's identity and contacts to make connections and buy a store.

The storefront still needs to be renovated.

An Qihe stayed up all night to finish the design drawings, and Meng Mengliang went to the decoration team the next day.

The drawings he designed are based on the modern style, combining the ancient decoration style on the basis, but even so, it is not easy for the ancients to understand the modern architectural style.

Several decoration teams shook their heads when they saw it, what do they think it is?They would rather go to repair the imperial city than accept the job.

An Qihe sighed, and when he felt that he was about to shoulder the job of the captain of the decoration team, he saw the little prince appearing at the corner of the street with Cheng Feiliang behind him.

"Little prince? Why are you here?" An Qihe hurried forward.

The little prince triumphantly raised his hands, spread them out, and placed them in front of An Qihe.

An Qihe: "?"

The little prince raised his eyebrows and motioned for him to bring the things over.

An Qihe: "?"

The little prince patted his forehead lightly with his backhand, and took away the design drawing from An Qihe's hand.

An Qihe whispered subconsciously: "My picture..."

I saw the little prince passed it to Cheng Feiliang.

Cheng Feiliang took a look at Zhantu, his brows gradually twisted into the word Chuan.

An Qihe sighed, and said without any sense of expectation: "It was designed by me, and the most complicated place has been simplified, but no one seems to be able to accept it."

Cheng Feiliang didn't retort: ​​"It's true that not many people will answer."

An Qihe followed along and said, "That's right, but I expected it when I drew it, so I'm not too disappointed, it's just a pity that I thought I could participate in the construction of the ruins..."

He was talking on his own, so he didn't pay much attention to Cheng Feiliang's words, and he didn't react until Cheng Feiliang couldn't bear to interrupt his words.

"You, what did you just say?"

Cheng Feiconscience thought, if it weren't for the little prince, I would send you to heaven right now, and let your manuscript paper accompany you to sleep peacefully.

Then he suppressed his disgust and said, "I can do this picture."

"You? Aren't you just a guard?" An Qihe looked surprised.

An Qihe, who always thought that the guards only lit up the skill of protecting people, never realized that he is still the president, and he has lit up many skills such as cook, nanny, architect, etc.

Cheng Feiliang glanced at him, and the speed was so fast that An Qihe almost thought he had misjudged, and then said: "Either let me do it, or don't do it, you choose one?"

An Qihe: "...?"

no?Are you the president or am I the president?Why are you so overbearing?

Cheng Feiliang raised his eyes coldly: "One last time, how do you choose?"

An Qihe immediately said: "Do it, of course!"

It doesn't matter whether it's the president or not, the main thing is to see Cheng Feiliang's craftsmanship.

Another matter was solved. Cheng Feiliang approached the workers. In addition, the store is not big and the speed is very fast. He said that it only takes about ten days to complete it.

The next problem is the recruitment and training of raw materials and workers.

The recruitment information had already spread out, and after the half stick of incense was set, an interview meeting was held at the Chunri Teahouse, An Qihe invited the little prince: "Would you like to go and have a look together?"

The little prince: "It doesn't matter whether you have snacks or not. The important thing is that I want to see what the interview will be."

So he followed An Qihe to the teahouse, and ordered a whole menu of dim sum with a blushing face.

Food also, life also.

An Qihe laughed, raised his hand to wipe off the spots on the young prince's lips, asked Xiao Er to put on a screen, told the young prince to "listen to the government behind the curtain", and sat down with his back straight. When the time came, he told them to let people in. .

The first one to come was a woman, with splayed eyebrows, who was very good at interacting with people when she spoke: "The one from Caomin's family has been away for several years without a letter, and I don't know if he is dead or alive. There is a couple of children, no matter how much money they make, the whole family will starve to death on the street, I don’t know what your lord is going to do, so I don’t think it’s too embarrassing for the grassroots, what do you think, my lord?”

An Qihe nodded awkwardly.

Then someone left a contact address and went back to wait for the news.

The second one is a farmer. Because he hurt his foot while doing farm work, he couldn't work in the field anymore. When he saw the notice on the road, he came here with the attitude of giving it a try. As for cooking——

"Where does my old man make that kind of thing? Do you need a janitor? I'll just be a janitor!"

An Qihe sent people away with a smile.

Hey, for a business where you can get money just by looking after the door, you must at least be able to be a three-legged cat.

Afterwards, a few more came, and not many of them knew how to make dim sum. An Qihe picked two girls who were maids and a coachman to prepare "simple takeaways".

Time passed quickly, the sun was about to set, An Qihe saw that it was not early, so he took the time to look behind the screen, but saw that the little prince had already fallen asleep, the sun was shining on his face, his little face was slightly red , looks really cute.

He smiled slightly, and was about to pack up his things and go back, when a young man stumbled into the door and rushed towards the little prince.

An Qihe had sharp eyes and quick hands, and immediately stopped him.

The young man was stopped by the waist, and then he barely stabilized his heels, raised his head in a panic, showing a face that was flushed after strenuous exercise.

"My... my lord! I, I'm late! Still... still..."

Halfway through the speech, An Qihe couldn't continue. Seeing that the person was panting for breath, An Qihe hurriedly handed him a cup of tea.

The young man drank a full cup of tea, and he barely felt better. He stood up, and first thanked: "Thank you, sir."

An Qihe asked: "What's the matter with you?"

The young man lowered his eyes, lowered his head in embarrassment, and seemed to bite his lower lip. From An Qihe's perspective, he could only see his slightly bulging right cheek, and then suddenly heard a bang, but it was the young man looking at An Qihe. Kneel down.

"What do you mean?" An Qihe was startled, and took a big step back.

The young man closed his eyes and shouted loudly: "My lord, please take me in as a worker! I will definitely work as an ox, a horse, a saddle..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a soft voice.

The little prince woke up, rubbed his eyes with one hand, got up from the chair, and shouted in a daze, "An Qihe..."

The boy opened his eyes, and when he saw the little prince, his face immediately burned hot.