The God of Cooking in the World of Martial Arts and Immortals

Pu Heng stroked his beard with satisfaction and smiled: "Actually, the little old man's skills have already reached a bottleneck, but he lacks the magic iron to break through. Now that the magic weapon has been completed, the little old man has also successfully broken through the bottleneck, and his skills have improved to a higher level."

"Then I have to congratulate Mr. Pu." Ling Chi pulled his wrist: "Let's go, treat you to dinner."

……

The kitchen knife is a magic weapon, but because of its high quality, the weight of the kitchen knife is much higher than that of ordinary kitchen knives. What's more, this kitchen knife is a little longer and bigger than ordinary kitchen knives, and weighs almost [-] catties, which is heavy to handle.

Although this weight is nothing in terms of Ling Chi's strength, but the chef's knife skills are reflected in the subtleties, and it is almost impossible.At the beginning of eating this kitchen knife, Ling Chi could clearly feel uncomfortable, the knife skills were a bit regressed, and it was difficult for the dishes to reach the perfect level.

Fortunately, he has a good adaptability. After about ten days, he played tricks on this kitchen knife, and he finally recovered his knife skills.

Not long after he resumed his knife skills, Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong arrived as scheduled.

They also came with Guo Fu, Cheng Ying, and... Huang Rong.

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Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a recommendation ticket. ?(‘???`)

Chapter 140

"Why is Mrs. Guo here?"

He didn't find it strange that other people came, except Huang Rong.At this time, Guo Jing was leading the Wulin Rebel Army to assist the Northern Expedition of the Song Dynasty regular army. It was a critical period of the war. As Guo Jing's only think tank, Huang Rong should have accompanied Guo Jing on the front line. Why did he follow Huang Yaoshi and the others here?

Seeing Ling Chi's surprised face, Huang Rong said helplessly, "Actually, I don't want to come either, it's just that dad... oh!"

"Hmph!" Huang Yaoshi became displeased: "You are pregnant, and father can let you stay in Xiangyang to give advice, but he can't let you go on an expedition with the army. If you get pregnant, do you believe that father will kill that kid Guo Jing?" ?”

Huang Rong looked at Ling Chi and said helplessly, "That's it."

"..."

Ling Chi chuckled: "That's fine, this time the Great Song Dynasty sent millions of troops to the Northern Expedition, and Guo Daxia and thousands of righteous men from the rivers and lakes were there to assist. Winning shouldn't be a problem, Mrs. Guo just needs to rest assured to raise the baby."

"That's right." Huang Yaoshi nodded, "That's what this old man thinks."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes, stroked her belly, which was gradually growing in size, with a hint of maternal brilliance on her face: "It has to be like this."

"Huh? It's really an old poison." While speaking, Hong Qigong ran to the place where Ouyang Feng was tied, and seeing Ouyang Feng with disheveled hair, he laughed loudly: "Old poison, do you still recognize old beggars?"

Ouyang Feng's expression was dull, he squatted on the ground like a toad, as if he was an unconscious walking corpse.

"Huh?" Hong Qigong turned his head to look at Ling Chi: "Boy Ling, what happened to the old poison?"

"It's okay." Ling Chi pointed to his temple: "When I met him, he had a problem with his brain. At the beginning, he was crazy all day long, but he is much quieter these days."

"..."

Hong Qigong turned to look at Huang Rong, and shook his head: "Girl, what do you think?"

"He deserves it." Huang Rong curled her lips: "Qi Gong, don't be soft-hearted. If I hadn't recited a few words of the Nine Yin Manual, everyone would have been killed by him."

"That's true." Hong Qigong scratched his head, looked at the demented Ouyang Feng, and sighed: "Old poison, old poison, I didn't expect you to end up like this in the end. I can only blame you for doing bad things in the past." All right, now you've got your retribution!"

Huang Yaoshi looked at Ouyang Feng, was silent for a moment, and said: "Little brother, after all, he is a Xidu who is as famous as the old man and the old beggar, can you give him a good time?"

"Sorry, no." Ling Chi shook his head and refused, but taking Huang Yaoshi's face into consideration, he added, "At least, not for now."

"Currently?" Huang Yaoshi was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Ouyang Feng once killed Long'er's master." Ling Chi said, "Long'er doesn't want him to die too happily."

"..." Huang Yaoshi nodded, "I see."

The hatred of killing a teacher is mortal, he has no reason to speak up for Ouyang Feng, and Ling Chi has no need to worry about his face.

"Everyone, come in and sit down!" Ling Chi said with a smile, "The house is a bit small, so don't be disgusted."

Seeing that Ling Chi stopped talking about Ouyang Feng, everyone nodded with a smile, and followed Ling Chi into the cabin without even looking at Jinlun Fawang.

(“Why are you ignoring me?” King Jinlun Falun cried faintly in the toilet.)

Lu Wushuang... Alright!Lu Wushuang went down the mountain with Shuang'er early in the morning and was not at home.

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Everyone walked into the cabin and looked at the decoration and furnishings in the cabin, and they were all a bit novel.

"What a unique wooden house." Huang Yaoshi also has some research on architecture, but this European style is the only one he has seen in his life, and it made him a little curious for a while.

"Is this the chimney?" Huang Yaoshi looked at the fireplace and asked with some uncertainty.

"That's right! I call it a fireplace." Ling Chi said with a smile: "When the weather is cold, light a fire, and the room will be very warm."

Huang Yaoshi stuck his head into the fireplace and glanced up. There was a bright light at the top, but he couldn't see the sky. It should be protected from rain.

"Good idea." Huang Yaoshi praised: "The fireworks go out along the chimney, and they won't smoke into the house."

"Father, you look so ugly." Seeing the way he pouted his buttocks, Huang Rong coquettishly annoyed.

"..." Huang Yaoshi retracted his head, coughed twice, and said, "Father just took a look at the design of this fireplace, and when we go to Peach Blossom Island in the future, we can cover it up to keep you warm."

Huang Rong's heart warmed up: "It's better to leave the matter of building the fireplace to the servants. Daddy, don't work too hard."

The father and daughter are here to show their love for each other.

Ling Chi pursed his lips and said, "It's rare that there are so many guests at home, how about having hot pot together at noon?"

"Haha, it doesn't matter what you eat, as long as it's made by you Ling boy, the old beggar will eat anything." Hong Qigong laughed.

Huang Yaoshi said with a smile: "That's right, when I think back to that flying toad that day, I still have a lot of aftertaste."

Speaking of Feitian Toad, even Huang Rong began to salivate.

Ling Chi shook his head: "The ingredients of Flying Toad are very precious. To put it mildly, a piece of Flying Toad can be exchanged for half of Lujiazhuang. I went to Lin'an this time, but I exchanged more than a hundred dishes for a large number of Ouchi treasures, which are worth a lot. Not less than a million silver."

Everyone was shocked, and Guo Fu even exclaimed: "Then... isn't that a dish that costs ten thousand taels of silver!?"

Ling Chi glanced at her and nodded with a smile: "Miss Guo is good at arithmetic."

Guo Fu's face turned red, her head drooped, and the deer jumped wildly.

"Cough! It's vulgar to mention money." Hong Qigong didn't know that the flying toad he ate was worth 1 taels of silver.

But Ling Chi was able to produce such a precious dish that day just to compete with Huang Rong in cooking skills, he really looked like a prodigal second generation ancestor.

"The old beggar is a beggar, and he definitely doesn't have any money, but the old beggar can teach you a few tricks to subdue the dragon's palm to pay for the food."