please!I don't want to be a villain!

At the end of a day of training, Zhang Tianba really didn't want to eat anything from the Zongmen cafeteria.

The ingredients used in the Zongmen canteen are actually pretty good, but they just don't suit his taste.

"San'er, let's get a chicken to eat." Zhang Tianba stood up.

"Brother, although the Zongmen has chickens, no one is allowed to move except the cook." Zhang San reminded.

"It's okay, go talk to the old master, just say we want to buy him a chicken." Zhang Tianba walked towards the canteen of Zongmen.

The two came to the canteen of Zongmen, and there were quite a lot of people eating at this time.

Zhang Tianba went up to the old cook and asked: "Master, can I buy you a chicken with money, I want to drink chicken soup."

The old cook raised his head and glanced at Zhang Tianba, "You know how to cook?"

"Yes." Zhang Tianba nodded.

Although he hasn't cooked himself in this world, but when he was on earth, he did know some simple things.

"Ten taels." The old cook nailed the vegetable cutting knife to the chopping board.

"No, master, it's not that I dislike too much, it's just that the chicken skin in your posture is made of gold, or the chicken is made of gold." Zhang Tianba laughed.

Ten taels of silver is a low-grade spirit stone, how many chickens can this buy?

"Just say you want it?" The old cook also smiled at Zhang Tianba.

"Okay, I want it." Zhang Tianba took out a low-grade spirit stone from the ring and handed it to the old cook, and then went out of the yard to catch chickens.

"San'er, catch the chicken." Zhang Tianba said to Zhang San.

Zhang Suan made a quick move, and the first catch was accurate.

Afterwards, it was the normal process, pulling chicken feathers and wiping the neck to bleed. Originally, it should be scalded with boiling water before plucking, but in the world of immortal cultivators, it only needs to be shaken with chicken essence, and all the chicken feathers will fall off.

Then use Wuhun to divert water to clean all the internal organs of the chicken, and then just take it to the kitchen and fry it.

Soon Zhang Tianba came to the kitchen, ready to fry the chicken that had been cut into pieces first.

"Can you cook, kid? You don't want to drink chicken soup, just stew it, why do you fry it?" the old cook asked suspiciously.

"No, master, if the chicken is not cooked, it will not be firm if it is stewed directly. You must first fry the chicken with salt and fry the oil. When the chicken is golden, filter the oil first, and then add a little dried pepper. Then add water and boil, so that the chicken soup will be firm and sweet, and the chicken will be firm." Zhang Tianba said while frying the chicken.

"Stir-fry first and then boil. Your method is quite new. I've never heard of it."

Zhang Tianba nodded, this method was taught by his mother when he was on Earth.

He picked up the pot in his hand and poured all the oil in the pot into the bowl, but the moment he put the pot down, he was stunned.

"My mother...taught me..." Zhang Tianba was slightly stunned. No matter how he searched in his memory, he couldn't remember the appearance of that woman, and even the voice that instructed him to cook became more and more strange.

"San'er, I forgot...I forgot my mother!" Zhang Tianba added a ladle of water to the pot, and stood there numbly. He didn't know what happened, but he really I forgot, obviously I still remember so many things very clearly, but my parents are the only ones who are vague.

"Young master, are you okay? From now on, the young master and I will go to the upper realm to find the mistress." Zhang San comforted him, thinking that the young master missed his mother.

"No, no...not my mother...it's my mother..." Zhang Tianba put down the spatula in his hand, and walked slowly outside the Zongmen cafeteria.

"How could this be? I can't remember it at all. Is it possible that after more than ten years, I really forgot such an important memory?" Zhang Tianba slumped in front of the cafeteria door.

"Remember, think about it, Chu Zhongtian! Who stewed the vermicelli for you? Who sewed up the torn pants of your school uniform for you! Why did you forget about this!" Zhang Tianba crazily pulled his hair.

But no matter how I stimulated my head, I couldn't recall any related memories.

"Hahaha, I'm an idiot, I can forget all of this!" He stood up helplessly, just forget it and accept Zhang Tianba's life well.

This is my new life.

Soon Zhang Tianba returned to the kitchen. Looking at the golden color in the pot, he was very satisfied. Without adding any Hex technology, only pepper and salt were needed to make a golden soup. There is only this way.

"Fried first and then boiled, it looks pretty good, old man, can I have a bite?" The old cook asked Zhang Tianba.

"Okay, master, try it." Zhang Tianba nodded.

The old cook took a bowl, filled a bowl of chicken soup, picked up a piece of chicken, tasted it, and a fresh and sweet taste flooded into his mouth instantly.

Take another bite of the chicken, the meat is firm but not sticky, fragrant but not greasy.

"Delicious, fresh and sweet. I never imagined that only pepper and salt can make such a good taste. Boy, do you want to take me as your teacher? I am willing to teach you all my cooking skills." The old cook smiled.

"Thanks, master, I don't want to be a cook." Zhang Tianba shook his head.

"Old man, I am not only good at cooking, I also know how to use a knife." The old cook continued.

"But, master, I am a swordsman, and my martial spirit is water, so it has nothing to do with sword skills." Zhang Tianba shook his head.

"That's fine. If you don't want to learn, old man, I won't make things difficult for you."

Zhang Tianba looked at the chicken soup in the pot, and said:

"It would be nice if there were vermicelli."

My favorite is stewed vermicelli in chicken broth.

"Old man, I have vermicelli. Do you want a wide one or a round one?" the old cook said to Zhang Tianba.

"Round." Zhang Tianba replied.

The old cook lowered his head and dug out a bag of round rice noodles from the cupboard, and poured it into a wooden bucket, but the rice noodles were still dry and needed to be soaked in hot water for a while.

This step is relatively simple. Zhang Tianba happens to be a water-type martial soul and has experience in controlling water temperature. With the injection of true essence, the temperature of the water polo in his hand continues to rise. It is not until the water polo starts to boil that Zhang Tianba puts all the water into the wood in the barrel.

At such a high water temperature, it should only need to soak for 10 minutes. If it takes a long time, the round rice noodles will be soaked and the toughness is not enough.

"Let's eat first, San'er." Zhang Tianba said.

Zhang San brought the bowls and chopsticks, and the two of them finally had a different meal.

After the rice noodles were soaked, Zhang Tianba poured cold water over the rice noodles, then scooped up the chicken, and put the rice noodles down completely.

"Doesn't the master eat?" Zhang Tianba looked at the old cook.

The old cook just shook his head, "Old man, I eat too much, I can't eat any more, and you don't even look at what I do, you two take your time."

"Master, do you have a jar? I won't be able to finish it later, so I'll pack it up for my younger brother to take back."

"No, didn't the Miscellaneous Hall recruit you as a disciple this year? Where did you get your junior?" The old cook asked suspiciously.

"The handyman disciple is also my junior brother." Zhang Tianba replied.

The old cook nodded slightly. This kid's heart is really good. He should be talking about the boy surnamed Dongfang. Unfortunately, his talent is poor and his comprehension is poor. Old man, I am willing to accept him as an apprentice, but he still doesn't agree.