Food: Who uses an electric rice cooker to make elixirs?

"Manager! I'll give you a double plaque later! Please give me the task first!"

The disciple knew that he would suffer for his misfortune, but he had to take the task of Kouxiangtang first!

The manager rolled his eyes at him, but he could understand his urgency. Anyway, there was no realm requirement on Zhu Fan's task board, so he gave it to him.

""Wait a minute!!!"

The manager brought the disciple into the mission hall and was about to give him a task, but a heart-wrenching shout came from behind, which made him stop for a moment.

Then a group of people rushed over, including the inner and outer disciples.

This time they restrained themselves and did not damage the fragile door panel.

The disciples who rushed in stared at the task board of Kouxiang Hall.

Four people! Lunch is included!

Before, Shen Ang and the other two could eat without going to the illusion, and they all gained weight!

How cool is that!

I must get this task!

Everyone looked at the competitors around them vigilantly, wondering how to get the task.

The manager was also helpless.

Originally, Zhu Fan did not mention any realm requirements, so he wanted to give it out on a first-come-first-served basis.

As a result, such a group of people rushed over, and the manager was also embarrassed, not knowing who to give the task to.

"Senior! There is a priority on the task board!"

A disciple pointed at the task board and said to the steward.

The steward glanced at the task board and said: 'Those who are interested in cooking will be given priority.'

Well, there is indeed a priority, but... how do you judge whether there is interest?

You guys are only interested in eating, right?

"Although there are requirements,……"

The manager glanced at the disciples, and his meaning was very clear. How do you show your interest in cooking? Do you want to flip the pan and stir-fry?

The disciples were silent for a moment and began to think of countermeasures.

It was impossible for them to cook, as they had never cooked before.

What if they made something that made the manager vomit and then gave the task to someone else?

But if they didn't do it, and someone else knew how to cook, wouldn't the task be taken away by someone else?

So... if

I can't do it, then it's useless for you to try to do it!

The disciples stared at the people around them, their eyes gradually becoming dangerous.

The manager felt something was wrong. Why was this situation so similar to the last time...

He had to immediately point to the task board and said:

"Look carefully, no fighting in the mission hall! Did you hear me? If anyone dares to fight in the mission hall, I will immediately cancel his qualification to receive the mission!"

The disciples heard this, thought for a moment, and then nodded:

"Manager, rest assured, we will definitely not fight in the mission hall!" The manager felt relieved after receiving the disciples' assurance.

Then the disciples seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, looked at each other, and walked out of the door together.

Manager:"

Aren't you going to take the mission? What do you mean by leaving now?"

The disciples' idea was - if we are not allowed to fight 'inside' the mission hall, then why don't we fight outside the mission hall?

As long as there are four people standing at the end, who can love cooking more than us?

The disciples really have a top-level understanding of 'loving cooking'.

So... the war broke out the moment the disciples stepped out of the mission hall - the first to appear was still the black fog. Bullet player!

It instantly turned all the disciples present into little black spots!

But the disciples were not panicked at all. After all, this thing had been used many times, and they had already thought of a countermeasure!

Several winds rolled straight from the ground to the air, and everyone turned back into the white and clean disciples of the immortal sect.

But what everyone didn't expect was that this time it was not an ordinary disciple who spread the black fog, but the alchemist of Danju Peak!

The alchemists sneered, the existence of the black fog was just to cover up the medicine powder they sprinkled!

Many people were only concerned with blowing away the black fog, and didn't notice that as the black fog dissipated, the medicine powder was also inhaled into their bodies when they blew the wind!

"Damn it! You actually poisoned the fog!

The disciples fell to the ground with weak hands and feet.

The alchemists were about to throw them out, but they didn’t expect that the disciples who were half dead in the last second would be resurrected in the next second.

"You, you guys?!"

The alchemists were slapped away in disbelief.

"Humph, I've noticed that you guys are not being honest!"

The other disciples sneered. They had been tricked by these alchemists so many times in the illusion, how could they be easily tricked?

"Throw these out first!" The disciples grinned and stretched out their hands to the fragile alchemists.

"Since you are like this, don't blame me for being cruel!"

The alchemist disciple gritted his teeth and raised his hand to light a fire spell. What others didn't know was that in addition to spreading the medicine, the alchemist disciples also spread fire powder, just in case the medicine didn't work, there was still a plan two.

Now, it's time to implement plan two!

Art is explosion!!!

‘boom——’With a loud bang, the outer door of the Mission Hall turned into a sea of fire in an instant.

The steward had heard the disciples fighting outside in the house earlier, and hesitated for a moment, because he was worried that if he stopped them, the disciples would do something else.

If it was just outside the Mission Hall, the situation should still be under control... right?

As a result, the steward hesitated, and the alchemist went up the mountain and set a fire, causing trouble outside the Mission Hall.

The walls outside the Mission Hall, the decorations, and the saplings that the steward had planted specially, all suffered at once.

Even the plaque that was just broken by the disciples was set on fire by the flames that were unimpeded all the way!

Steward: Damn it!!! _(´ཀ`」 ∠)_He immediately slapped the disciples again, raised his hand to send the flames flying into the sky, and then used the Water Summoning Technique to extinguish the remaining sparks.

He really didn't expect that a little hesitation just now would lead to such consequences...

If he had known earlier, he should have thrown all these bastards down the mountain!

Looking at the charred walls, withered saplings, and the crumbling plaque outside the mission hall...

The manager's eyes went dark, and the blood vessels in his forehead were about to burst.

Hold on, hold on, these are all my disciples of Yanshan, hold on, hold on...

The manager took a deep breath, fearing that he would lose control and beat these bastards to death.

"Restore this to its original state!"

The steward gritted his teeth and ordered himself to say this.

The disciples knew they were in the wrong, and worked obediently, cleaning the walls, planting trees, and repairing plaques.

The disciples worked for more than half an hour and cleaned up the mission hall.

The steward said goodbye to his chest tightness and shortness of breath, and then flew directly to Zhu Fan with a large group of people.

If he let this group of bastards fight for a while, his mission hall would probably be gone, so let Zhu Fan choose his own people...

Zhu Fan was originally sleeping in the room leisurely, and then the steward woke him up. Looking at the large group of people he had brought, he looked confused.

I should have written that only 4 people were needed, right? Then these...

The steward recounted the whole story with a sad expression, and Zhu Fan was stunned.

Because I wrote that I couldn't be in the mission hall Why are you fighting outside the mission hall instead of fighting inside?

What a bunch of talent...

Not to mention the victim, the manager, even Zhu Fan's head was buzzing when he heard it.

Zhu Fan comforted the manager with sympathy and gave him a few condensed milk bags to comfort his injured heart.

Then the manager left. He was really afraid that he would not be able to resist and take action if he recalled the scene just now.

All the disciples looked at Zhu Fan eagerly, all of them wanted to show their love for cooking.

Zhu Fan scratched his head, not knowing how to choose the right person.

Well, why not just ask a few questions about cooking?

So Zhu Fan asked a few simple questions and received a group of confused faces.

After all, they have been cultivating immortals for so many years, how can the disciples know how to cook?

Seeing Zhu Fan's disappointed expression, the disciples were anxious.

"Junior Brother Zhu Fan, please ask other questions, we will definitely be able to do it!"

"That’s right, Senior Brother Zhu Fan, please give us another chance!"

Zhu Fan sighed, and then asked casually:"Who knows how to control the heat when stir-frying over high heat?"

The disciples were silent for a moment, and then a clever guy lit a fire on his hand on the spot:

"Is it such a big fire?"

When the other disciples saw it, their eyes lit up and they also started to light fires:

"Your anger is not big enough, watch me!"

"Trash! Mine is bigger!"

""Brother Zhu Fan, look at mine, is it big?" Before

Zhu Fan could even open his mouth, the other disciples fiercely began to compare who had the biggest one.

——

‘boom……’

After Mission Hall became popular, Kou Xiang Tang also became popular...