Chapter 1063 Who Is This Person?

He didn't have any relatives here, they were all in the village, or, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, could it be that he dropped his hair into the dish while cooking, and then was complained by the customer?

However, this didn't seem right, if it was really because of the hair, then the manager should have come to him, how could he have such a good attitude, he would have scolded him.

While he was still thinking about it, he had already walked to the front hall.

From a distance, he saw a man sitting there, the man asked for a pot of tea, and was drinking it slowly. He was wearing a sweater, a pair of trousers, and his leather shoes were also polished very brightly.

Liu Hao still couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, but he could roughly feel that the man had a very good temperament, just like the big bosses who opened companies he saw on TV, and such people have always been people that chefs like them need to look up to.

He walked over tremblingly, and then stood in front of the man, not daring to move or speak. At this time, he saw the man pick up the cup on the table again. He was well-educated, his movements were neat, free and easy, and he was not sloppy, but he could make people feel elegant.

Suddenly, the man turned around and looked at him lightly.

"Liu Hao?"

He asked.

Liu Hao nodded woodenly, "That... I am, may I ask, are you looking for me?"

"Um..." The man put down the cup in his hand, and his index finger was also stroking the edge of his palm. His hand shape was very good, his hand was big, but the five fingers were clear, and Liu Hao quickly put his hand behind his back, feeling ashamed of himself.

His hands have been soaked in cold water since he came out, all year round, and he has been doing physical work. Don't think that a chef is just wearing a white hat and cooking dishes, playing tricks, etc. That is juggling, not a chef. A chef comes from water and goes to fire, dealing with water and fire.

I don't know how much food passes through his hands every day. He has to lift the heavy pot from time to time. Without a good strength, he can't even lift the pot.

It doesn't mean that men are better chefs than women, and they can cook better dishes.

It's not because of other reasons, but because of physical strength.

"Are you from Chenjia Village, from Nanshi?" The man asked again.

Liu Hao nodded again, "Yes, I am from Chenjia Village, Chenjia Village in Qiucheng, there is only one small village of ours." Their village is on the hillside, and it is inconvenient to travel on weekdays, especially when it is rainy, it is impossible to go down the mountain. The people in the village live a very hard life, and it can be said that they are all self-sufficient.

He is one of the few young people who have left the village. In his early years, he came out to work and happened to meet a good master who taught him how to cook. He started from the back kitchen. Now he has finally made some progress and can learn to cook by himself. After a few years, when he becomes the head chef, he can make more money.

Lu Yi looked at Liu Hao in front of him indifferently, who was wearing a chef's clothes. This is Liu Hao, and the information he found is similar. As for Chenjia Village, it is actually a small village that is unknown, remote and poor.

"Do you have your ID card with you?" Lu Yi is still Lu Yi. He never judges anything by his feelings, but by facts.

What is the fact, not how it is.

"I brought it," Liu Hao didn't know what was wrong with him. It might be because Lu Yi's tone was too harsh, which made him feel like he was being checked. He took out his ID card and put it in front of Lu Yi.

Lu Yi took it and glanced at it roughly. The place name, the name, and the appearance were all right.

So this is Liu Hao, the Liu Hao he was looking for.

He took out something 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, no, it was another ID card. When he got it in his hand, it was obviously an ID card.

However, the name and photo on it made his pupils shrink.

"Sir, this..."

He pointed at the ID card, feeling like a ghost. This ID card was not...

"Do you know it?"

Lu Yi leaned back and straightened the cup on the table. He took a sip of the tea in the cup. The tea tasted slightly bitter. The water was a little cold and not very good. Fortunately, it was drinkable.

He started tasting tea with Mr. Lu. He was a person who liked tea all his life, and that was just tea.

"I know you," Liu Hao raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his face. It was like seeing a ghost.

"Sir, this is my sister Liu Hua. She passed away last year. There is no such thing as household registration cancellation in our village, so the ID card is still there, but the person is gone."

His elder sister had some problems with her brain since she was a child. She originally thought that she could live one day at a time, but no one thought that Liu Hua would not survive the winter last year.

And now someone came to find him with his elder sister's ID card.

What's the difference between this and seeing a ghost?

Lu Yi took out another thing and put it in front of Liu Hao.

This is a bank card.

"There is one million on the card, take it first."

Lu Yi threw the card to Liu Hao, and Liu Hao held up the card with both hands in a daze. Bank card, one million, for him, really for him?

He couldn't react for a long time, because it was really a little too scary.

"Well, sir, why do you give me this? We don't know each other, right?" The card was a little hot in his hand, or very hot. Why would he give him one million for no reason? Wouldn't he have any intentions towards him, let him do those criminal things, but he was just a poor chef, nothing.

Lu Yi stood up, took his clothes and put them on, and then handed him a business card, "You can call me if you have anything. As for this card, your parents saved my wife, this is a thank you gift."

"In your eyes, one million may be a lot, but in my eyes, it is not as much as a hair of my wife."

Yes, one million is really not much, not to mention one million, even ten million is not much, Yan Huan's life is worth it, but sometimes giving too much is not helping, but harming.