entertainment teacher

Chapter 201 Burning Dragon Meat
"So, is he a liar?" Bu Yun asked anxiously when he saw Zhao Ming coming out. If the young man was really a liar, then he decided not to be punished by his father this time.

Zhao Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head: "We all guessed wrong."

Seeing Zhao Ming's leaving back, the two brothers of the Bu family glanced at each other and saw the helplessness on each other's faces.

Seventh-grade earth dragon meat, this earth dragon is not an earthworm on medicinal materials, but a real earth dragon. The dragon is sexually obscene and contains some dragon blood in its body. It is similar to Triceratops and belongs to a type of earth dragon.

Fang Jie slapped the piece of earth dragon meat directly with his palm, and the piece of earth dragon meat trembled, and a slight sound of dragon chant resounded in the kitchen.

"Teacher... this?" Bu Xing asked tremblingly.

"Actually, this is also the reason why it is difficult for you to deal with monster meat. Level seven is not only a difficult hurdle for humans, but also for monsters."

"After a monster enters the seventh level, it should become a spirit beast. All things have spirits and transform into a monster body. However, it is not that simple to promote a spirit beast. A beast absorbs the essence of the world and unlocks its demon wisdom. When it is promoted to a spirit beast, the demon soul dissolve in the flesh."

"And the power of the demon soul exists in the ingredients, which is why you can't deal with the meat of the seventh-level monster. If you want to deal with the seventh-level monster, you must first smash the power of the demon soul. After smashing, the demon soul The essence transformed by the power will be integrated into the ingredients, making the value of monster meat even higher."

Fang Jie explained and analyzed step by step.

This piece of ground dragon meat, what he wanted to make was relatively simple, a famous snack popular in the northwest region, donkey meat fire.

Don’t think that making snacks is an insult to the seventh-level ingredients. The reason why snacks are called snacks is because they are simple to make and easy to eat. As for snacks, that’s enough...

First use clear water to stew the blood in the dragon meat, and then use the previous fresh soup to simmer over a warm fire. With nearly two dozen kinds of seasonings, the air will soon be filled with a charming fragrance.

Under the watchful eyes of all disciples and grandchildren, Fang Jie divided the dragon meat into pieces, and then put them one by one into the prepared cakes, and wrapped them in clean paper.

This piece of dragon meat just made one hundred and eight dragon meat fires, and there was no more to make.

"This... how many can I take?" Fang Jie said a little embarrassedly,

"Okay..." Bu Xing nodded quickly, this was originally done by the teacher, the teacher should take a few, should.

"En." Fang Jie counted the number of people, five of his apprentices, one for the little villain, and one for the little villain's mother, um, I'll take eight for myself, just leaving one hundred for Buxing.

Seeing that the teacher took eight of them, Bu Xing swallowed, although he was a little distressed, but after all, the teacher did it, and after thinking about it, he felt relieved.

I moved the hand-caught lamb chops, fresh soup and the dragon meat to the side. If I had tasted these dishes first, I guess there would be no need to serve the things I had prepared before.

So Fang resolved to serve these dishes last.

Fang Jie found that there were actually more people in the hall outside. There were four or five tables. Counting eight people per table, there were four or fifty people.

It was quite fun to watch the master's cooking skills at first, but when he saw that there were only so many people he originally invited, his face instantly became a little ugly.

But noon had already arrived, no matter what, the pace couldn't break out at this moment.

Bu Xing took a deep breath: "Teacher, sit down."

Fang Xie sat in the middle, and Bu Xing sat on Fang Xie's right hand side. According to the procedure, this table should be full of people, and then the apprenticeship ceremony will be held under the witness of these people. However, now , there were not many people standing beside, and on the main table, there were only Fang Jie, Bu Xing, and Chen Shiming.

Seeing his wife's face, Bu sighed.

At this time, the three siblings looked at their father's face, and their hearts trembled. The three of them glanced at each other and saw their father's very uncomfortable expression. At this moment, they realized that they only looked at their father from their own perspective. I didn't think about what my father thought about the matter of apprenticeship.

They closed their eyes instantly and knelt directly in front of the main table.

The step shape did not explain too much, the auspicious time has come, and there is no delay.

Instead of waiting, he got up and faced Fang Jie, and Zhao Ming immediately served a cup of tea.

"Master is on the top, walking on foot, Han nationality, native of D city, started cooking at the age of ten, now 67, a chef in the middle of the sixth level, I have worshiped Master Fang today, and I hope Master Fang will be successful."

It was the first time for Fang Jie to face such a scene. Facing the old man in front of him who was as old as his grandfather, Fang Jie closed his eyes, and his face gradually became serious: "Fang Jie, Han nationality, from City D!"

Bu Xing took the tea from Zhao Ming's hand, stood up from the ground, bent down and said, "Teacher, please have tea."

After Fang Jie took the tea in Bu Xing's hands, Zhao Ming stood beside the main table and shouted loudly at the person who was inquiring, "Li Cheng!"

And at this moment, a holy light shone from the enshrining tablet after Fang got rid of it.

"Blessing from the Patriarch?!" Everyone looked at the lit tablet of Peng Zu.

There are five founders of the chef, and it is Peng Zu who is enshrined in Buxing.

A golden kitchen knife sank directly into Fang Jie's body, and at the same time, a golden light shone on Bu Xing's body.

Under the illumination of the light, the white hair on Bu Xing's head turned green, and the dark wounds on his body gradually recovered at this time, as if he had rejuvenated, becoming more than ten years younger.

"Li Cheng!" The majestic voice resounded in the hall.

Everyone looked at Bu Xing with envious eyes. You must know that this is the blessing of the Patriarch. The difference from the blessing of the Confucius is that the blessing of the Patriarch is more generous than the blessing of the Confucius. It will be easier to understand.

Seeing the light gradually disappearing, Chen Shiming coughed lightly, and said in a loud voice, "Stepping into the kitchen, I know that I don't have enough knowledge. I have been thinking about the guidance of an unknown teacher for a long time, and I am close to a great sage who has no chance of suffering. Today, I am envious of Mr.'s learning, and admire Mr.'s skills , pass on the heart to teach the disciples, or never give up, I would like to follow the sticks and shoes all my life, listen to the teacher's instructions, and then bow my head."

"Apprenticeship is a success, witness, Chen Shiming!"

Under the witness of everyone at the scene, Chen Shiming smiled: "Congratulations to the old man, now come to take a group photo, and all the witnesses are here!"

After paying homage to his teacher, he changed his suppressed face, smiled, and stood beside Fang Jie.

Click!

A photo of about fifty people was frozen here, but among the more than fifty people, most of them were bought by Buyun on the spur of the moment.

But at this moment, Buxing's three children were not very calm in their hearts. Looking at their father who was getting calmer and calmer, they knew that what erupted in the end was not just ordinary anger.

(End of this chapter)