[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Daoist Mo's Whisk

Sweet and sour sweet and sour fish, crispy and delicious scallion oil prawns, oily and fragrant chili fried yellow bud white pork shreds, fragrant steamed rice with sausages that make people drool, and finally, when the lid is opened, the fragrance will be ten miles away Goji Berry Chicken Soup.

When tasting dishes, what they taste is the color, aroma, and taste, but the color and aroma alone have already made their mouths water.To be able to enter Wuming Island to be a cook or manager, one has to be an old man who has been in the kitchen for many years and has been in charge of cooking for many years. It can make them all salivate, which shows that Lang Yi's culinary skills are superb.

These dishes are very simple and easy to make.But it is precisely because of its simplicity that it is easier to get bored, especially for old people like them who eat food in the kitchen every day. In this way, it shows the extraordinary cooking skills of Langyi even more.

The cooks and the steward were spitting while being shocked: This...is this really the dish cooked by the commander of the dark guard?The dishes cooked by the **** Anwei are so good, what else can they do? ?

No, no!

Thinking about it carefully, it has never happened before that the dark guards were asked to cook. Today, the big brother in pink came here, shouldn't it be just for a trial run. If the cooking is good, they won't be used in the future, right? !

Frightened, the few people crowded together and stood by the stove, waiting anxiously for Wolf Yi to distribute dishes for them to taste.

The second wolf was sweating on his brow, grabbed the plates and spoons before the first wolf, and began to divide the dishes. He was afraid that if the dishes were divided by the wolf one by one, not many would be sent to the master, and they would be the ones who would be unlucky.The wolf carefully scooped out a spoonful just enough for one bite from each dish, especially the fish, and just gave the fish soup directly.

In this way, it is not a mouthful for each person, but a mouthful of a dish for each person. The white rice is a bit more generous, with a spoonful for each person.

The cooks are about to cry: either don’t feed us, or give us more, can he eat this bite of food?Can you stop drooling?

Just as he was feeling sad, the steward who ate fried yellow sprouts and white shredded pork with spicy peppers suddenly let out a terrifying voice: "Hey——"

Still smashing the aftertaste in his mouth, looking at the cooks on the plate with great greed, they all turned their heads to look in surprise, and saw the steward who was full of expectations stuck tightly to his neck, his face turned pale Red, with a painful glimmer of water in his eyes, his expression didn't look like his taste buds were amazed by the delicious food, but rather like he was stuffed into a mouthful of death-filled mud: "Ho-ho--"

The wolf was startled, and hurried forward, and together with the cooks, helped the steward.

The cooks chirped with great concern: "What's the matter, what's the matter? Is it stuck in your throat?"

"Still, Guanshi can't eat spicy food? No, I remember that Guanshi may eat spicy food!"

"Swallow it, just swallow it harder!"

The steward was in so much pain that he almost wanted to pull out his throat and tongue—it was hard for him to describe the taste of the fried yellow-yaba shredded pork with spicy peppers just now. The smell of shredded pork.If he really asked him to describe it, it would probably be the smell of putrid mud dug out from the mass grave that had been soaked in water for several days after the rain, and the grave with the most dead bodies buried.

It's not an exaggeration at all, he even feels that his seven orifices are emitting the unbearable stench that makes people's souls leave the body.He wanted to vomit this dish, but he didn't dare to spit it out. The people around him didn't even understand why he reacted like this, which caused the steward to have deep self-doubt again.

——Is there something wrong with my sense of taste?

He suppressed his instinct with difficulty, and swallowed the yellow bud white meat shreds that were clearly the poison of death, only feeling that his soul had been squeezed out of his head by the horrible smell like fingernails scraping his skull .

However, the cooks next to him were still concerned about whether he was stuck or suddenly couldn't eat spicy food. No one doubted the taste of the dish.

The steward, under the care of the cooks, was devastated, panting for the rest of his life, and at the same time, full of self-doubt, he cast his eyes on the plate of hot peppers on the stove that looked oily and crispy, and smelled even more tangy Stir-fried yellow sprouts and white shredded pork: Is there something wrong with my sense of taste? ?

It is clear that the dishes tasted by other people are also as good as the ones he tasted. Why is it that everyone is so full of praise, but he feels nauseous and nauseated when he eats it?

Wolf Two was always by Gong Jiu's side.Before that, the plate of leeks in Tianmu Temple in Songxi Town made Gong Jiu, Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong and others lose face and rush out to vomit.One look at the appearance of the steward, and you can know that among the few dishes cooked by the national teacher, the plate of yellow sprouts and white pork shreds has unfortunately become the strange trait of the national teacher "the dishes cooked must be as poisonous as [-]/[-]" of victims.

In fact, the steward has not fainted, or started to vomit, which is already considered astonishing endurance.

Wolf Two knows it well, but Wolf One himself doesn't remember that he has such a characteristic!He stretched out his hand to pick up the dish, but the second wolf couldn't stop him, Huang Yabai just put it into his mouth, the first wolf said: "..."

Wolf rushed out of the door: "Hey——"

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In the back room of the kitchen, Lang Yi and the steward were lying side by side on chairs.Looking at the look on the steward's face, I'm afraid that the soul is no longer in his body. Lang Yi still wants to restrain himself, trying to force himself to sit up straight, but this attempt becomes completely in the face of the terrifying taste of the chilling wind in his mouth. No power.

The dishes and soups that were cooked normally have already been delivered to Gong Jiu by Lang Er and others, leaving Lang Yi, whose legs are trembling, and the manager who is already in shock to rest in the kitchen for a while, and wait until he can walk again. I went to find Gongjiu to return to my life.

The second wolf thought very well. He thought that he could just take this opportunity to talk to his master about how the national teacher was cheated by the vegetables he burned himself. Maybe it could make the master feel better. Reconciliation, these poor hidden guards can be freed from this innocent disaster as soon as possible.

The cooks gathered around Wolf One and asked questions one by one.They have figured out Lang Yi's temperament, he looks cold, but in fact he has a good temper, so they are no longer afraid of him: "Why are you wearing this pink dress?"

The kitchen ladies were very simple-minded, they just felt that very few men would wear pink clothes.

Wolf Yi thanked the cook for the water, took a sip, and suppressed a part of the terrible, soul-shocking taste: "Master Jiu chose it."

To be precise, Master Jiu forced him to put it on, and if he didn't like it, he jumped up and forced him to change it. Wolf Yi had no choice but to take Master Jiu, pushed him back and forth, and changed the clothes.Anyway, it's just the tender pink color that makes him a little dissatisfied, and there's nothing wrong with the rest.

The voices of the cooks got stuck: "..."

... Why did the Ninth Young Master help a hidden guard commander choose clothes? ?And it's pink? ?

The youngest cook really couldn't hold back: "You...You and Mr. Ninth, could it be..." She swallowed back the word "broken sleeve", and asked politely, "What's the relationship?"

Lang Yi's thoughts, which had been running wild all the time because of the mouthful of yellow buds, were finally dragged back by this question.

This question is also what Lang Yi wants to know the most at the moment.

He sat up solemnly, looked at the cooks, pondered for a long time, and considered: "If... there is a person who has been in a coma for a long time, and when he wakes up, he finds another person lying beside his bed, who looks like He looked after him day and night for a long time, and he was so angry because this person forgot himself after waking up, and even rushed forward to strangle him... What do you think is the relationship between these two people?"

The cooks: "..."

Sweat began to seep from their foreheads: ...Who is this, this "there is a person" and "another person"?Among them, could one of them be the Ninth Young Master?

This, what else could it be related to?What kind of relationship can make a person take care of another person day and night, with no clothes off, and because of the other person's amnesia, he is so angry that he wants to kill the other person - what kind of relationship can this be!

Coupled with the pink clothes that Jiu Gongzi must give to the wolf...

The cooks: "..."

Difficult, could it be that this man who looks more like an exiled immortal is actually not a secret guard at all, but the male favorite raised by the ninth son? !

No wonder!No wonder he was wearing pink clothes, no wonder he said he was a secret guard but he still came to a place like the kitchen to cook for Lord Jiu, no wonder his name was Lang Yi instead of Bai!Because he wasn't a real hidden guard in the first place!

Oh my god, could it be that this wolf one was brought by the ninth master to replace the national teacher Mo Daoxian who disappeared in the Changbai Mountain martial arts battle? !

If it was Mo Daoxian's substitute, it could perfectly explain Lang Yi's extraordinary appearance and his taller than ordinary people.I heard that Mo Daoxian is a tall man with a handsome face.

The eyes of the cooks changed. Looking at Lang Yi, they were first shocked and unbelievable, then regretful, and finally amazed: the appearance and demeanor of the person in front of them was already far superior to others. Daoxian is just a substitute, so what kind of demeanor should Mo Daoxian be?

The cooks kept staring at the wolf, but they couldn't imagine what it would be like to be a more perfect person than Lang Yi. To be honest, Lang Yi's conditions were really hard to find in the world.How could there be such a person who could be more perfect than Lang Yi.

Lang Yi felt that there was something wrong with the way the cooks looked at him: "...What? Is there something wrong?"

This, this is the person in the room of the ninth son, the private affairs of the ninth son, can they have their fate?thought the cooks in horror.They lived on the unnamed island for many years, and the survival instinct they had cultivated frantically sounded the alarm at this moment, causing them to fall silent by coincidence, and began to rack their brains to think about what the safe answer to this question was.

The cooks stopped talking, and Lang Yi didn't have the character of chasing and beating hard. Seeing the faces of the cooks showing embarrassment and nervousness, he stopped asking questions.

After all, this is his own business, how can he force others to find the answer for him.

Wolf Yi gently raised his hand, staring at the callus marks on his palm in a daze.

He knew that he knew martial arts.At least on this island, among the people he has met so far, there is no one who can fight him.He knew at a glance whether the people on the island were strong or not, and few of them could have a combined force under his palm.But the people here seem to be very proud of their martial arts, which makes Lang Yi always feel a sense of incongruity. He doesn't know whether he is too good or the people on this island are too proud and conceited. .

He stared at his palm and shook it, thinking that he should have a weapon.He moved his wrist instinctively again, and determined that the weapon should be something with a handle and very soft, maybe a whip, or something else.

As soon as the wolf put down his hands, he looked down at his sleeves and belt, and felt that he might be short of not only a weapon, but also other things.Otherwise, when he was busy working in front of the stove, he would subconsciously want to dig things into his sleeves and belt, as if he could pull out some special condiments from them.

He frowned in bewilderment: Why do I feel that I can get spices out of my sleeves and belt?What the hell did I do?

What man would stuff spices up his sleeve and girdle? ?

Just as he was thinking, a sharp, feminine scream came from outside the house.

"Who touched my beef soup!"

The cooks who were still anxiously thinking about how to reply to Lang Yi heard the familiar voice urging them to die, and the three words "beef soup", they trembled all over, and their faces turned pale. Fearful eyes looked at the door, and in the next second, the vulnerable small wooden door was split open with a palm, and fell to the ground with a bang.

A very clever-looking woman with big eyes and tall chest was standing at the door with her hips akimbo, full of viciousness. She was obviously the one who kicked the door open.

Beef Soup's eyes, as if poisoned, scanned all the people in the room, and then saw the man in pink sitting on the recliner with a calm face and looking at her.

Those strong and long legs, the powerful and reliable aura that cannot be suppressed even by pink clothes, and the handsome and stern face that makes all the women look at her cheeks with a rosy glow.

Beef Soupben still had vicious eyes that melted into anger and hatred, and scanned the long legs, wasp waist, chest, and face of the man in pink scrutinizingly.

Then, under the incomparably frightened gazes of the cooks, Beef Soup's big eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and then looked at Lang Yi's face, and slowly burst into a sweet smile full of deep meaning.

The original evil spirit suddenly turned into a kind of innocence and innocence unique to young women, as if she changed her face at that moment, the sudden and unexpected turning point made people feel cold and unpredictable Can't see her true intentions.

The voice of the beef soup is full of false sweetness, and the eyes are also full of affection and shyness that can almost be faked - it's just that a really naive and shy person will not take the initiative like her: "Who are you? Why are you in the kitchen?" Li? Would you like to... try the beef soup I made?"

The cooks watched the beef soup that wanted to put themselves on the bed of the ninth son, and smiled charmingly at the male pet who had already slept on the bed of the ninth son, and whispered: "..."

The cooks: "..."

The cooks: "..."