Chapter 17

When Mu Yu looked up, he could only see the black smoke disappearing by the wall and Shi Wuzhi standing aside, and he knew that Li Muyang's body must be there.

　　He ran over first, "How is it?"

　　Shi Wuzhi nodded undoubtedly.

　　The other two people who were working overtime were stunned when they saw several people suddenly coming up, including one in a police uniform.

　　What happened tonight?

　　The patrolling policewoman followed Mu Yu and ran over. She saw him looking at the empty places several times. Out of professional habit, she also glanced:

　　Nothing at all.

　　When everyone rushed over, they saw Li Muyang lying on the table, motionless, and the cursor on the electronic spreadsheet was jumping.

　　The screen was still on, indicating that he had operated it not long ago.

　　The policewoman reached out and found that Li Muyang was terribly cold, but his carotid artery was still slightly pulsating. "He's still breathing!"

　　Everyone quickly helped pull out the chair and laid Li Muyang flat on the ground. The policewoman immediately began cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

　　The security guard who followed was unable to intervene and stood aside in shock and fear. He subconsciously glanced at Mu Yu:

　　This guy is telling the truth!

　　The other two colleagues who were working overtime rushed over and were shocked when they saw this:

　　"What's the matter?"

　　"Is he, Xiao Li, dead?"

　　Li Muyang's workstation was on the outside, and they had just passed by here on their way to the bathroom, and saw him lying on the table. But everyone would often lie down like this to take a nap, so they all thought Li Muyang was exhausted, and no one took it seriously.

Seeing Li Muyang lying on the ground with a pale face, I felt mixed emotions.

　　If Li Muyang really got into trouble right under their noses, wouldn't that be...

　　Time passed minute by minute, until the siren of the 120 ambulance sounded downstairs, and Li Muyang still hadn't woken up.

　　The policewoman acted as if she didn't hear anything and never stopped the first aid. She pursed her lips tightly, and even though sweat appeared on her forehead, she still maintained extremely standard movements and frequency, pressing Li Muyang's chest again and again.

　　The security guard was worried that it would take time for the medical staff to negotiate with his colleagues, so he ran downstairs while using the intercom to contact his colleague and ask him to let them pass directly.

　　A few minutes later, as the medical staff carrying the stretcher walked in, they heard a cheer, "Hey, he's awake!"

　　"Open your eyes, open your eyes!"

　　"Gasps, gasps!"

　　Mu Yu breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that he was sweating and his legs were a little weak.

　　It's too dangerous.

　　Shi Wuzhi touched the back of his head from behind, his eyes full of approval.

　　You did very well.

　　Feeling the support from behind, Mu Yu exhaled slowly, turned his head and smiled at him.

　　Very nice.

　　The medical staff gave Li Muyang a quick check-up and initially diagnosed him with cardiac arrest caused by overwork, and quickly gave him oxygen.

　　"You handled it very well. Otherwise, even if we could get here, the patient might not be saved."

　　First aid is like fighting against the God of Death. A single second could mean the difference between life and death.

　　After hearing what the medical staff said in person, Mu Yu was completely relieved and quietly raised his fist.

　　Shi Wuzhi was confused.

　　Do what?

　　Generation gap.

　　There were many people at the scene, and Mu Yu was not in a position to explain further, so he tentatively grabbed his wrist.

　　Hey hey hey, I caught it!

　　So cool!

　　"You are really different from other ghosts. Even my master can't be touch like you..."

　　Mu Yu muttered softly while carefully pressing down his five fingers and pulling them to bump with his own fist.

　　Yeah, fist bump!

　　I have wanted to do this with someone else for a long time, Mu Yu thought happily.

　　The policewoman waved her hand and pointed at Muyu. "It was this young man who first noticed something was wrong, and he was the one who called the ambulance."

　　When the moment of anxiety passed, Mu Yu suddenly cried out, "I forgot to turn off the fire!"

　　It's going to be terrible!

　　He was so anxious to save people that he not only didn't close the door but also didn't turn off the stove before going out.

　　There's soup stewing in the pot!

　　The stove has an automatic anti-leakage protection device, so there is no need to worry about fire, but... the spatula can stew a pot of delicious soup!

　　What a pity it would be burnt!

　　Everyone was stunned. The female police officer immediately used the intercom to contact her colleagues below. "Hurry up and send this young man back. The gas in his house is not turned off. Ask if there are any colleagues patrolling nearby and go in to take a look."

　　Mu Yu ran downstairs without looking back, "No, no, I have an electric car!"

　　The sound was still lingering in the air, but the person had already run out.

　　Mu Yu was speeding along at lightning speed, with the policeman following behind him with patrol lights on to escort him. It was the first time in his life that he felt so majestic.

　　When I got home later, I saw that there were still a few regular customers sitting in the store.

　　Everyone was staring at each other in amazement, but when they saw Mu Yu coming back, they all stood up, with eager expressions on their faces, as if they were waiting to be fed.

　　"Hey, little boss, where have you been?"

　　"Why is there a police car?"

　　"What happened?"

　　"If you're alright, I'll leave first!"

　　The young police officer saluted him, turned the car around and left.

　　"Come in for a cup of tea!"

　　Mu Yu waved regretfully at the back of the car, ran to the kitchen, and found that the fire had been turned off and the soup was ready. Only then did he dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

　　He was scared to death!

　　As for the dried bamboo shoots and old duck soup, it is made with top-quality dried bamboo shoots and plump old duck, and has been stewed for most of the day.

　　Hiss!

　　I'll drink a bowl of it later to calm my nerves.

　　A taxi driver who comes here almost every day came over and said, "When we came in just now, we found no one there. The engine was still on, so I was afraid something might happen, so I went in and turned it off. Didn't that disrupt your plans?"

　　Mu Yu suddenly laughed, "It's okay, it's okay. Thank you very much! I'll bring you a bowl of soup later."

　　The taxi driver also laughed, "That's great."

　　Mu Yu washed his face and lit the fire again.

　　In fact, the most taboo thing when cooking is to suddenly turn off the fire in the middle of the meal, but this one is almost done, so it doesn't have much of an impact.

　　Duck is very oily and it would be too greasy to eat it in summer. Mu Yu had already skimmed off the top layer of oil, and now what was swirling around was just a translucent thick soup, fragrant and not greasy.

　　Cannes does not produce good bamboo shoots, but Mu Yu loves the thick and chewy texture of dried bamboo shoots. He spent a long time comparing the supplies online and finally chose this one.

　　The price is a little bit more expensive, but it is worth it:

　　The owner of the shop has his own bamboo forest and all his family are very skillful. They go up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots at dawn every day. They don't pick the ones that are slightly bumped or too hard. They handle them very cleanly without a grain of sand or mud.

　　The tender bamboo shoots were dried in the sun. Other families could only dry five kilograms out of ten kilograms, but his family could only dry three kilograms.

　　But it tastes the best this way, and it won't go bad even if stored for several years.

　　Mu Yu wanted to eat bamboo shoots yesterday, so he grabbed a handful and soaked them before going to bed.

　　After getting up, the dried bamboo shoots absorbed enough water and became extremely thick.

　　Dried goods have a mellow aroma that cannot be replaced by fresh food and are most suitable for stewing.

　　Crunchy, it's just as delicious as meat.

　　After a busy day, Mu Yu was hungry and served two large bowls of food.

　　Someone laughed and said, "The boss must be exhausted, so he wants to eat two bowls."

　　Mu Yu smiled but said nothing.

　　You don't understand, I have a friend here.

　　After serving everyone the dishes, Mu Yu returned to the table to drink his soup, only to find that Shi Wuzhi was still sitting there straight, and apparently hadn't "eaten" either.

He suddenly became happy and asked, "Wait for me to eat together?"

　　Shi Wuzhi nodded, slowly stretched out his hand and clenched his fist.

　　Mu Yu was stunned and quickly touched him. It was as if a small firework exploded in his heart, and it was so warm that it almost hurt.

　　He has never eaten with anyone else since his master passed away.

　　"Wait for me!"

　　Mu Yu jumped up from the stool and went to the kitchen to dig out a box of red and white diced radish pickles, plus a large bowl of rice.

　　"This is sour, spicy and crispy, very appetizing," he shared some of the kimchi with others, lowered his voice mysteriously, and generously shared his exclusive secret recipe, "Drink a few sips of the soup first, then put it on the rice. Rice soaked in bamboo shoots and duck soup, wow, it's so delicious!"

　　After saying that, he picked up a piece of kimchi radish and put it into his mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound.

　　Pickled peppers are added to it, which becomes sour and spicy after fermentation. The juice splashes in the mouth, stirring up streams of saliva, instantly suppressing the summer heat.

　　It was just a small piece of pickled radish, but it made Mu Yu feel sincerely satisfied. His eyes curved and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Shi Wuzhi on the other side found it interesting and indeed tried the kimchi.

　　Hmm, so spicy!

　　Mu Yu was startled and started to chuckle.

　　Forgot he can't eat spicy food.

　　Shi Wuzhi : "..."

　　But after the initial excitement, there is a different kind of pleasure, quite like the exhilaration after drinking strong liquor.

　　Several diners began to protest, "Boss, you are not kind. It is unreasonable for you to eat alone."

　　Mu Yu ate without even looking up. "The kimchi box is in the side dish area at the back. Just help yourself."

　　A few people ran to the back to get the kimchi.

　　"Boss, can you sell me some of this pickled radish?" the taxi driver said, wiping his sweat. "My daughter is about to go to school, and the food in the school cafeteria is not good. I want to send her some every day."

　　"It's not worth much," Mu Yu said, "You can get unlimited free meals here, just find a box to pack it in."

　　The taxi driver disagreed. "You can eat it yourself, but it's not right to take it away. I'll give you the price of kimchi at the market."

　　Doesn't radish cost money?

　　Aren't kimchi and all kinds of spices free?

　　If this precedent is set, won't the small boss have to pay the price?

　　We are all trying to make a living in society, so we can't take advantage of this.

Someone across from me asked with a smile, "Is your daughter going to take the high school entrance exam?"

　　"His daughter is amazing. She's always in the top ten in her grade. Nowadays, young people call her, oh, she's a top student." Another person interrupted, "She must be from the key class of No. 1 Middle School."

　　No. 1 High School is the best high school in Cannes. It has 100 places in key classes every year. If you pass the entrance exam, you can basically get into a prestigious university.

　　Moreover, tuition and miscellaneous fees are waived.

　　For every Cannes native, it is a matter of great honor for their children to be admitted to the key class of No. 1 Middle School.

　　"Oh, you are just a kid, you don't deserve to be praised..."

　　When talking about his daughter, the taxi driver immediately became proud and his greasy face lit up.

　　Driving a taxi at night is extremely tiring, but as long as I think of my daughter, it's all worth it.

　　The person who spoke first immediately exposed him, "Look, look, this person says one thing but means another. He says he is being modest, but I think he is very proud inside, his mouth is almost stretched to the back of his head..."

　　Everyone burst into laughter, shaking the insects flying around the light into chaos.

　　Mu Yu laughed so hard that he fell down.

　　Shi Wuzhi looked at him, then looked at the diners who were tired after a day but still laughing heartily, and vaguely felt a strange resonance.

　　So he also pulled the corner of his mouth.

　　For a moment, Shi Wuzhi felt that he was like a living person.