09 God of Food?

Why...

The days of doing chores in the Yangchun Hall are more difficult than being banned...

I was scalded by hot oil in the kitchen, cut vegetables and broke my fingers. I was laughed at by that fool Xiao...

The most humiliating thing is...

"Brother Wolfberry, can you not let me run with you? I think the manpower in the hall is enough."

Finally, when the restaurant was not too busy in the morning, Yao Ling twisted a rag in his hand to complain to his second brother.

There is nothing we can do. Except for wolfberries, the guys in Yangchun Hall are not good at gambling, lustful, good wine, or a nuisance like Xiao Fengchuan who collects thousands of bad habits.

Things like this can only be said to the wolfberry.

"So you want to stay in the kitchen? Don't you want to leave Brother Fengchuan?" The wolfberries are smiling.

Don't want to leave him? I pooh... There is not a moment that I can't wait for him to disappear from my eyes as soon as possible!

Yao Lingqi stamped his feet: "It's not, I'm just, I'm just..."

"Just what?" Goji berries smiled innocently. I don't know if he really doesn't understand or pretends not to understand.

"Oh, I don't know why, I recited it to the sky! Every time I come to the front hall to cook, I always meet my peers! That's so much, how sorry..."

It turned out to be because of this. Goji berries blushed when he saw Yao Ling. He thought that which pub would use a girl as a sophomore? Yangchun Restaurant was afraid to take the lead.

"Would you rather work with Brother Fengchuan than this?"

Speaking of this time, the goji berries have wiped the last table in the hall. Only then did Yao Ling wake up. It seemed that every time he worked with Goji berries, he did more and did less.

It's not that I don't do much. It should be said that you basically don't have to do anything.

"It's not the same reason..."

It's far away. The wolfberry has taken care of her like this. It's too inappropriate to pick her again.

"Thank you, Brother Goji, I..."

Wind.

The wind is blowing.

It's so windy. It almost blew down the chopsticks on the table. The goji berries quickly held it with their hands.

Strange wind. Yao Ling grasped the rag in his hand. After working so many days in Yangchun Hall and living the life of ordinary people, she is keen but not dull as a martial arts person.

The familiar wind... Is it him?

The man in white paper armor with a mocking face appeared at the gate of Yangchun Hall with only a flash of time.

Paper kite. No impersonation. Ask who else in the world can show such an obscene smile except him.

"Please inside the guest--" Goji berries immediately greeted him and made a welcome gesture to show a professional smile.

It's not that he didn't recognize it. He was a master of making trouble in Yangchun Hall that day.

He is not pretending to be calm, but really calm.

Yuanling secretly admires that even the wolfberry brother is fearless. He can't seem too nervous!

Those who come are not good. Stay vigilant.

"Oh, isn't this the descendant of the phantom heroine? Why is there any miscellaneous here? Is it to chase which handsome, naive and simple second brother?

Damn, it's taken the lead again!

I haven't seen you for more than a month, and Zhi Feiyuan's mouth is getting more and more smelly!

"Are you not dead?" Yao Ling threw away the rag, and his hand had touched the hilt of the sword. "I was hit by such a gorgeous blow as Mr. Yang Hong, and he hasn't appeared for a month... Have you been recovering from his injury?"

Paper Feiyuan's face turned slightly white. Stupid, you should know how to cut the pain when playing with people. What's the use of talking nonsense!

"Oh, I said why the Liuyun Snow Sword is no longer sharp. It turns out that the holder has already used his kung fu for boring gossip." The paper flying kite strode past the distant spirit.

It's not that he didn't hear the blade rubbing against the air, the silent but cold sound like snow.

"I'm not here for you today."

No murderous?

A white flower, I don't know if it's a snowflake or a cherry petal, flying over the heads of the three people with the breeze.

turned into powder.

At the same time, the man in white went straight into the kitchen.

Kitchen?

The distant spirit restrains the eyebrows. No way, the person he is looking for is...

Xiao Fengchuan?

Yao Ling followed quickly - no way, does the wish that makes Xiao Fengchuan disappear be realized in this way?

- It's to make him disappear, not let him die!

When Yao Ling followed Zhi Feiyuan to the kitchen, Xiao Fengchuan was sleeping by the stove. The Yangzhou steamed buns in the steamer have begun to smell.

What exactly does Zhi Feiyuan want to do? You don't want to kill Fengchuan while he is sleeping, do you?

"Xiao Fengchuan." Zhi Feiyuan called his name, not too loudly, but rubbed his body forward slightly at the same time.

Killing. Here it comes.

"My steamed bun!" Fengchuan suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up. Zhi Feiyuan's hand slowly raised. This time, Yaoling saw his movements clearly--

A piece of paper blade hit the big cage of hot steamed buns!

"Bing" with a "bang".

The steamer is fragmented. The sky is full of meat buns.

"Damn." While talking, Xiao Fengchuan had jumped on the stove and generally toss a stack of plates out.

Now, the sky is full of meat buns and plates.

Paper flying kite hugged his shoulder, and he saw a steamed bun flying towards his face.

He reached out to pick it up.

"Puff."

Of course I got it.

But what he held in his hand was not steamed buns, but the plate that Fengchuan had just toss toss. The steamed buns are followed on the plate.

Look at the floor of the kitchen, there are fifteen plates neatly arranged. On each plate, there are three meat buns.

"Be careful of being hot." Fengchuan walked out of the kitchen with two plates of steamed buns. "That's my treat."

Paper Feiyuan didn't say anything. But his cold eyes were like freezing the steamed buns in his hand.

Now it's Yao Ling's turn to be dumbfounded.

That was...what was that just now?

"Hey...you, do you see how he did it?" Yao Ling was really worried about being picked up by Zhi Feiyuan.

Don't give it to me if you don't eat it... Don't waste it.

Fengchuan came back to sort out the remaining steamed buns: "Goji berries, help me pack the remaining plates. The reserved guests are not coming. Send them to them.

This is Yangchun Hall.

Even breakfast needs to be booked.

"Who taught you that trick just now?" Zhi Feiyuan finally put down the steamed buns steadily. Fortunately, the steamed buns were viciously looked at for a moment and would not be damaged.

Fengchuan is going to start a day's work. He opened his cabinet, the first drawer.

All kinds of kitchen knives. It's not clear what it's used for.

"Old man." Fengchuan chose a kitchen knife, and his divine eyes were reflected in the shiny knife body, "What's wrong?"

But the kitchen knife soon attracted the attention of Yao Ling.

Because this is not an ordinary kitchen knife. The material is excellent, and this process is enough to make a sword.

Xiao Er Goji berries, who know so much about Yuxiang Bushen Tea.

Xiao Fengchuan, a chef with strange skills and behavior.

Now, there are also these seemingly big and small kitchen knives.

There are too many unusual places in Yangchun Hall.

Yao Ling secretly scolded himself for being slow and was busy complaining about his bad luck. He only noticed it now...

"It is rumored that Boss Xiao of this Yangchun Hall is actually a bounty swordsman wanted by the court ten years ago." Zhi Feiyuan's eyes have long been on the row of kitchen knives. "Now it seems that the rumor is likely to be true."

"I don't know. I just came here five years ago. Xiao Fengchuan inserted the kitchen knife into the chopping board.

From the reflection of the knife light, he saw the aggressive eyes of the paper flying kite.

"Oh? Then before you came here - five years ago, where and what were you doing?

"It's none of your business!" Fengchuan was not afraid that the other party almost killed him when they met last time. "If you have something to say, go outside and let it go!"

"Oh, it seems that you still hate the fact that I hurt you last time. Are you so hostile?"

"There are too many orders today. I'm too busy. If there is a fight, we can make an appointment another day."

The sound of cutting the cutting board sounded. Strangely, won't the wooden chopping board be split with such a sharp knife?

What is the chopping board made of?

However, it is really his style - it belongs to the battlefield and the kitchen.

"Of course not." The paper kite looked around, and there were only three of them in the huge kitchen. None of the rest of the cooks and chores appeared at this time.

Good and interesting handymen - too knowledgeable.

"I just want to invite you to the general altar of Yanbu - to make some authentic Yangzhou dishes for my brother, the master of Yanbu."