I really want to be a cook

"Come, eat fish."

With a calm expression on his face, Lao Qiu stretched out his hand to invite the fish to eat.

"Don't think that you can buy me off with a fish. I'm doing this to save face, and I've worked so hard to catch this fish."

Fulong sat down upright, picked up his chopsticks and tapped on the fish, and suddenly there was a click on the ordinary fish.

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You have consumed 100 experience, and you have successfully transferred to the Master of Medicinal Cuisine.

You have obtained the advanced task of the master of medicated diet.

Task introduction: To establish a school is to be a master, a teacher of a school should have the momentum to change the world, and have the ability to preach the world.

Task requirements: Help ten martial arts masters break through and become grand masters!

"Ha ha!"

Jiang Ping closed the panel information prompt expressionlessly.

Sure enough, nothing changed.

This is a hurdle that must be crossed from a master to a master.

If it is done, it will be admired by all, and everyone will support you. A word of giving me face is enough to run amok in the world.

If not

Of course that's great too.

Otherwise, what would Jiang Ping do to complete the task so painstakingly.

It's just that the influence is far less than that of a master of medicinal cuisine. It can be said that ten masters of medicinal cuisine are not as good as one master of medicinal cuisine.

I said before that medicated diet masters can be regarded as a variant of alchemists, they can achieve the same effect as elixirs with medicinal diet.

But this road started from the master of medicated food, and it went for a fork.

Every master of medicated food must be a master of culinary arts, and the food he cooks must be the best food in the world.

Why there is such a requirement, we have to talk about the classification of medicinal diet.

According to the degree of preciousness, medicated food can be divided into four grades: holy, spiritual, precious and precious.

The second level of Zhenbao is considered the foundation. Jiang Ping used experience points to combine formulas casually at first, and then used experience points to surpass a level to make it.

But starting from the spiritual level medicinal diet, it must be done by the master of medicinal diet.

Its preciousness lies in the fact that it can strengthen the martial arts artistic conception of the master warrior in a targeted manner.

For example, the eight-treasure sweetfish just now is water and ice. As long as you find the right prescription, the combination of the two will become a master-level medicinal diet.

In all likelihood, its effect is to help the master warrior strengthen the artistic conception of water and ice.

From the taste to the Tao, touch the spirit of the warrior with the beauty of food, and then strengthen the spiritual conception with the help of the medicinal power in the medicinal diet.

This is the horror of a cook.

If any family can support a master of medicinal food, the probability of a great master in the family is enough to increase by [-]%.

In Jiang Ping's previous life, he was able to py, bah, make friends everywhere, relying on the contacts he accumulated day after day.

No one dares to guess how many fathers stand behind a master of medicinal food.

The reason why Jiang Ping was able to take out the five great master amulets to persuade the fight was because he helped the master warriors break through more than five great masters.

To move him alone is to provoke more than five great masters, and I don't know how many peak-level masters.

Naturally, wherever you go, you have to give face.

In addition to those forces themselves wanting from others, they are also afraid of Jiang Ping's connections.

This is also the most fundamental reason why Jiang Ping is not good at fighting, and he likes to hug his thighs after time travel and has become a habit.

It is really a good habit developed in the previous life.

Of course, in a certain way, he is also the thigh of those warriors.

It's a pity that once time travels, all the accumulated connections have disappeared.

Otherwise, he sent a summoning order from the handsome chef, and others dare not say that there are at least three great masters who came to help the place.

What the third prince, dare to tease me, I will beat you like a dog!

Jiang Ping couldn't help sighing with emotion.

But it's a bit consoling that he now at least knows which grandmasters have the potential to break through the grand masters, feed him two bites of vegetables, and then he can sit back and wait for the leeks to be cut.

He didn't have to serve him with delicious food and drink like he did in his previous life. In the end, he was just like giving birth to a child, saying that it hurts, but he just didn't give birth.

It's like buying a scratch-off game. Others rely on luck, invest a lot, and finally win a consolation prize.What he relies on is cheating, one scratch and one is accurate, Zhang Zhang's first prize and second prize are all ignored.

For example, Lao Qiu, who is currently competing with Fulong for a fish tail, is the No. [-] appointed tool man.

Thinking about it this way, the difficulty of completing the task is not as difficult as imagined.

If one becomes a master of medicated food and can make holy medicated food, wouldn't one really be the owner of the fruit of face.

Thinking about it, Jiang Ping looked at Qiu Daoyu and smirked.

"Young master seems to be interested in you, look at how lewd his smile is."

Fulong was in a stalemate with Qiu Daoyu because of a fish tail, and after seeing Jiang Ping's laughter, he reminded him in a low voice.

"how is this possible?"

Qiu Daoyu is still self-aware:

"I'm an old man by myself, I'm not even interested in my own hands, and the young master likes women, big beauties with big breasts, thin waist and long legs."

But after seeing Jiang Ping's smile, his whole body trembled and he lost his sense of control. The last fish tail was snatched by Fulong.

"Am I really going to lose my life at the end of the festival?"

"Cool!"

Fulong pulled out the fishtail bone from his mouth without a single shred of meat, even a cat would cry when he saw it, and laughed at Qiu Daoyu, who was worried about gains and losses:

"You are so beautiful, even if you take a fancy to me, young master, you won't take a fancy to you, old clapper. At least my butt is very big, soft and bouncy."

As he spoke, he patted his big fart and twisted it by the way.

"Huh? Why is it dark?"

Fulong muttered, looked up, and saw black snow floating in the sky, he was shocked suddenly, and howled:

"Master, help!"

At this moment, Fulong showed a speed far exceeding his size, and hid behind Jiang Ping with lightning speed, then stretched out his head and said:

"Speak as you speak, if you come here, make a big move, I can tell you, I am rich to give face to the young master, otherwise"

"Otherwise what?"

This was the second time Qiu Daoyu wanted to hack a bitch to death.

Well, the first time was Jiang Ping.

Fulong proudly said: "Otherwise, I would have run away long ago. Do you think my title of handsome man in the wind is just for nothing?"

The sky returned to clear.

Qiu Daoyu said weakly: "I finally know why the young master wants to save you."

"why?"

"Because your lowly Taoist master came from the same sect, the old man is far behind."

Qiu Daoyu turned around and walked back to the house lonely:

"Don't call me for dinner tonight, I want to be quiet."

Fulong touched his head and said doubtfully, "But I don't know how to use a sword."

Seeing Lao Qiu go back to the house, Jiang Ping turned his head and his face became serious: "Fulong."

Fulong immediately complained: "Young master, I was just joking with him just now, how could you possibly fall in love with him, this old man can't think for himself."

Jiang Ping said with a black face: "It's not this, don't forget what you promised me, otherwise, I'm afraid that the news that the candidate Holy Son of the majestic Demon Sect is here is here, and I'm afraid I'll talk in my sleep one day."

Fulong immediately raised his face: "No, no, young master, I, Fu, have been with you for so long, and if you betray him as soon as you say, won't your conscience hurt?

Your heart won't hurt, but mine hurts so much, I didn't expect that the gentleman in my heart is unparalleled, and the talented young man would threaten me, a poor and helpless little fat man, for his own ulterior motives."

"Okay, okay, I will do what the young master says, but the young master should not forget to promise me.

Can that pervert really let me go?

Ma De, my rich man is also a future rising star of the Holy Gate, but since I met him, I have not been happy.

If I had known, I should have killed him in the first place, and I don't need to hide in misery now. "

Fulong held up a handful of bitter tears, looking as pitiful as he could be.

Jiang Ping's eyes showed nostalgia, and a slight smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth:

"I may not be sure about others, but for him, I am very confident."

As he spoke, he patted Furlong on the shoulder:

"Don't worry, for my son's sake, how much is twenty catties of meat, so if you eat more and get fatter, it won't be so painful."

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Seeing Fulong sighing and comparing the flesh on his stomach, he seemed to be wondering if he had reached the standard of twenty catties.

Jiang Ping couldn't help laughing and said: "How can you say that you are also a dignified candidate for the Holy Son, how about the ruthlessness you had when you met this Young Master?"

It is said that half a year ago, he led Lao Qiu to the border of Chen and Zhao with great ambition, and was about to do a big fight.

As a result, before he had time to act, he ran into Fulong who was being chased and killed into a dog at the side of the road.

At that time, Fulong was still a handsome man with a standard figure, dressed in a strong black suit, with long hair flying loose, flamboyant, and a silver knife in his hand, shining brightly.

Even if he was covered in blood, it didn't prevent him from greeting the eighteen generations of ancestors on the opposite side.

But the result of this is that the opponent is even more reckless about life and death, and would rather be hacked to death than add another wound to his body.

Fulong disliked Jiang Ping and the others for blocking the way, and because they didn't look like masters, he gave him a knife casually, and then angered Lao Qiu.

And Jiang Ping also obtained the following information from the battle information:

Name: Fulong

Status: Seriously injured

Identity: The true biography of the inner door of the Demon Gate, the candidate of the Tianmen Lineage, the former head of the Demon Gate Branch of the Thirteen Kingdoms

Age: 24

Rating: 40

Realm: Grandmaster of Seven Meridians

Risk Level: Low

then

There is no need to repeat the intermediate process.

In short, all the killers who chased down Fulong in the end died as jelly, and Fulong was slashed to the main artery by Lao Qiu, and it seemed that he was going to die.

When he was dying, he was still cursing, cursing a name named Qiye. The man who made him end up like this didn't seem to care about his own life or death at all.

Jiang Ping's heart moved, but he saved him.

Then, Fulong hugged Jiang Ping's thigh, unwilling to let go.

He said that most of his skills had been lost, and he would die if he went out, so it would be better to stay by Jiang Ping's side and still be able to earn a living.