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Looking at the somewhat wretched old man in front of him wearing a high crown, Xiang Jing said angrily, "Who are you, do you know if people in broad daylight are scary and scary."

The old man looked at Xiang Jing and asked, "Don't you know me?"

"Why do I know you, who are you?"

What Xiang Jing said was very rude, but the old man smiled and said, "No one, I am no one. You can call me old ghost or old ghost, but you did all this?"

What Gui Lao asked was naturally a bowl of porridge, a pile of pickles, a plate of greens and a hard-boiled egg on the table.

Xiang Jing nodded and said, "Yes, I did it, there is a problem?"

"No problem," the old ghost said, rubbing his hands, "Let's discuss it, you can give me a taste, I will cook two dishes and give them back to you."

Looking at his wretched appearance, Xiang Jing asked suspiciously, "Are you a cook?"

The old ghost nodded and said, "It's a cook."

Xiang Jing turned his head and said, "No. I will do it myself."

"Hey, it's not that you, the junior, don't get rid of it," the old ghost said anxiously. "I think my cooking skills are among the best in the Great Xia Kingdom. The Great Xia Monarch asked me to cook for me, but you still dislike me. "

Xiang Jing took a sip of porridge and said, "Want to eat?"

The old ghost nodded and said, "Give me a taste."

"Okay, let's change things" Xiang Jing glanced at him and said indifferently.

"You said, what?" The old ghost looked at the incense that Xiang Jing had eaten, that greedy eye.

"Spirit Stone"

"How many"

"Just give it to hundreds or thousands."

"A Thousand Spirit Stones, here you are"

Xiang Jinggang was about to negotiate the price with the old ghost, and he had a heavy bag in his hand. After opening it, the spirit rushed out, all of which were shiny spirit stones.

The old ghost took the night from Xiang Jing's hand, and drank it bit by bit, then took a bite of pickled vegetables and green vegetables, chewed slowly, and looked very enjoyable.

But for a while, the breakfast that Xiang Jing had made for himself on the table was swept away by the old ghost, and the plate was licked as if it had been washed.

Xiang Jing looked at the old ghost, moved out the porridge that had just been boiled, and said with a smile, "Senior old ghost, don't you want to."

The ability of this old man to quietly appear next to him shows that his strength is definitely not simple. In addition to his generous shots, Xiang Jing would naturally greet him.

The old ghost licked his mouth and waved his hand and said, "No more. Although this meal is a little lighter, it is better than big fish and meat. It is suitable for eating in the morning. Although your cooking skills are a bit poor, but the side dishes are worth it. Not bad."

It can be seen that this product is indeed a bit real. Xiang Jing is only an amateur in cooking, and can only be regarded as an ordinary family level. It is not comparable to the chefs of any star-rated hotel, who is the chef in the restaurant. Reluctantly.

But what makes him uncomfortable is not the old ghost's comments on him, but the remaining porridge can not be sold, originally wanted to rely on this to earn more spiritual stones.

Xiang Jing rolled his eyes and said with a dry cough, "Since you are so powerful, it is better to show your hands and let me open your eyes as a junior."

Being so favored by Xiang Jing, the old ghost seemed to regain his self-confidence in an instant, and stood up and said, "Well, for the sake of your meal, I will show you two hands so that you can understand that my old ghost is not worthless. "

The old ghost came to the stove and stretched out his hand. The ingredients and kitchen knives on the chopping board flew back and forth in the air, cutting vegetables in batches quickly and evenly.

Immediately after starting the pot to burn the oil, pour in the cut ingredients, the old ghost still uses spiritual power to control, but after a short while, Xiang Jing can smell the rich fragrance.

Immediately afterwards, a plate of brightly colored and scented Di San Xian was placed on the table.

The old ghost wiped his hands and said, "The ingredients are limited, so let's eat it."

Xiang Jing picked up the chopsticks and took a bite into his mouth. Then he felt that the taste buds were greatly impacted. The taste and deliciousness of the ground three fresh foods were enlarged to the extreme. This can no longer be described by the ground three fresh foods, and it is completely heavenly. Sanxian.

However, on the surface, Xiang Jing still tried his best to keep calm, after all, he still had to find a way to use some spiritual stones from the old man.

Xiang Jingmian put it behind the chopsticks and said, "Not bad."

"Not bad?" Gui Lao said with a twitch of eyes, "Junior, do you know that this sentence is a great insult to me, hey, don't go today, I really want to make gestures with you."

Xiang Jing raised his hand to stop the impatient old ghost and said, "I said senior, the taste of this dish of yours is truly outstanding, but it has no special features. It is made by ordinary people, but there is a difference in taste."

"Hey, you junior, you are really boastful."

The old ghost just wanted to discuss an argument with Xiang Jing, Xiang Jing said, "I think this is the case, or we two will be here at noon this afternoon, so that you and I will feel comfortable."

After hearing this, the old ghost agreed without thinking about it, "Bibibi, I'm afraid you won't be a junior, so let's talk about how you decide, lest I bully a junior."

Xiang Jing raised his hand and said, "Senior, don't worry, there must be a lottery in this game. I would like to use these 30 third-grade pills as a bet."

Xiang Jing is temporarily reluctant to come up with more advanced pill, but he wants to come to these three-ply pill.

Unexpectedly, Gui Lao smiled disdainfully and said, "However, I am taking this ten thousand high-grade spirit stones as a bet."

As the old ghost said, he took out a bag and threw it on the table. A corner of the bag was exposed. You can see that it was full of spirit stones. The aura was many times stronger than the thousand spirit stones that the old ghost took out.

And looking at this bag is also a good thing. Looking at the next ten thousand high-grade spirit stones that are not the size of a palm, it is estimated to have the same function as the space ring.

It's worthy of being a big man, just rich and powerful, so lavish as soon as he shot.

The old man snorted coldly, "If your kid loses, you will apologize to me and serve me for three months, doing laundry and cooking for me."

Xiang Jing didn't even think about it, and he agreed and said, "If that's the case, then we will be here at noon today. Let's talk about what we do and prepare our own ingredients."

Xiang Jing left the kitchen after speaking, humming in a happy mood and walked to the library.

To be honest, Xiang Jing couldn't even compare to the old ghost's toe compared to cooking skills. How could he be able to make such a delicious dish simply and simply.

However, the strength is not enough, and the source is Xiang Jing's biggest reliance. If there is not enough confidence, how can Xiang Jing dare to do such an empty glove white wolf thing.

Returning to the small attic, Xiang Jing opened the system store directly. He remembered seeing an item before, which seemed to be related to cooking. He just glanced at it. Fortunately, the system store was not refreshed. Useful.

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