God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

A direct disciple of each peak of the Taoist sect, his status is comparable to that of an elder. This handyman disciple did not continue, but the meaning was self-evident.

Even the two direct disciples queued up obediently. Even if you are an elder of Divine Sword Peak, you don't have any privileges.

Hearing this, Hong Zun didn't care much. He took a sip of wine and then lined up obediently behind the many handyman disciples.

"dinner's ready."

As a disciple in the courtyard shouted loudly, the team began to move forward unhurriedly.

The disciples in front were gearing up one by one, wishing they could replace the big bowls in their hands with basins. Each one added rice and piled it into a pile, and they refused to give up until they couldn't hold it anymore.

And this kind of behavior, in the eyes of everyone behind him, makes one anxious.

"Damn it, Chen Daniu, you've had enough."

"Almost done."

"Save some for the brothers behind you."

That's what they said, but when it came to them, everyone gritted their teeth and added rice, pressing again and again, just to be able to add more.

Even Lu Youyou and Liu Shuang were like this. Seeing Liu Shuang flattening the rice with an indignant expression, adding more, and then pressing it again, Ye Changqing couldn't help but said.

"Senior sister, does this meal have a grudge against you?"

"No, it's just that senior sister has a big appetite and this bowl is too small."

Hearing this, Liu Shuang kept moving and replied without raising her head. In response, Ye Changqing's mouth twitched.

I'm afraid this bowl is as big as your head. Is it still too small?

Everyone was racking their brains in order to make more food, but Ye Changqing made a large portion, so there was no shortage of food. After all, the number of people who came to eat at each meal was only 60.

A quarter of an hour later, he finally reached Hong Zun in line. Just now, he saw two of his disciples, each holding a bowl bigger than his own head, eating frantically there.

Even his master didn't notice it.

Seeing that the two women didn't care about his image at all, Hong Zun also became interested. What kind of magic power did this small kitchen have?

As Hong Zun approached the kitchen, the fragrance became stronger and stronger. When it was his turn, the old man's beard had already been completely wet with saliva, and the clothes on his chest were also soaked.

"Get food, get food, quickly..."

The green eyes looked like a hungry wolf, staring intently at the pot of fried pork.

Even though Ye Changqing was used to the expressions of many disciples, when he saw Hong Zun, he couldn't help but be stunned.

What's going on with this old man? Rabies attack?

"Um...Senior, are you okay?"

"Ban, give me a bowl."

However, Hong Zun didn't listen at all, and all he could think about was cooking.

Seeing this, Ye Changqing pointed to the big bowl on the side, and then saw that Hong Zun was even more exaggerated than Liu Shuang and directly used his cultivation.

"Not enough, not enough, press me, press again..."

Use spiritual power to compress the rice in the bowl, just to add a few more?

Ye Changqing was stunned. On the other side, Lu Youyou and Liu Shuang also felt the fluctuations in spiritual power. When they looked up, they found that it was their master.

Why is Master here?

But that's not the most important thing right now. Seeing the master constantly using spiritual power to compress the rice, and the rice in the bucket getting less and less, and seeing that he was about to finish it, Lu Youyou quickly stood up and said.

"Master, you can't use your spiritual power to cook. It's a violation of the rules."

As Lu Youyou finished speaking, many disciples present raised their heads one after another. Isn't the master of the disciples the master of Divine Sword Peak?

Such a big shot actually ate with them? However, when they saw the rice in Hong Zun's hand, everyone's eyes instantly turned red.

Good guy, how many fights did this take?

"Master, there are kitchen rules in the kitchen, and you can't violate them."

Liu Shuang also stood up and said, and although the other handyman disciples didn't say anything, the red light in their eyes said everything.

Less, the rice in the bucket suddenly became much less.

Being watched by so many people and criticized by two disciples, Hong Zun couldn't help but blush.

"Hey, I can't help it, I can't help it."

He immediately restrained his spiritual power, but still scooped a large spoonful of fried meat from the basin and poured it over it.

Then he strode to Lu Youyou and Liu Shuang, and started eating without any image.

"delicious.........."

While eating, he spoke vaguely.

He is getting old, but Hong Zun's cooking speed is no slower than others, and he is even faster than those who come after him.

When a disciple finished his meal and wanted to add something to his meal, he felt a dark shadow flash before his eyes, and then Hong Zun appeared in front of the big table.

"Little brother, can I add some food?"

"Yes, as long as it's not like before and we don't waste food."

"Hey, good."

Hearing this, Hong Zun grinned and then filled another large bowl. As for the other disciples behind him, their eyes turned red.

This old man doesn't talk about martial arts. If I read it correctly just now, he must have used his body and martial arts skills, absolutely.

Even Lu Youyou and Liu Shuang were stunned, and then showed expressions of realization.

Master is so awesome, why didn’t they think of it?

It is true that you have to queue up at the beginning, but you don’t need to queue up when adding food. As long as you finish eating and don’t waste food, you can add food.

I happily added another big bowl and came back.

At this time, Lu Youyou and Liu Shuang were inspired by their master and directly used their body and martial arts.

The handyman disciples did not react at all. They only felt a gust of wind blowing, and then saw two women gathered around the big table.

This time everyone was furious.

"Damn it, can you still eat it? You're bullying us for having low cultivation, right?"

"Bullying us because we don't have body and martial arts skills, right?"

"Two senior sisters, please shovel out the meat and save some, even some gravy, for junior brother to mix with the rice."

Many handyman disciples wailed and filled a large bowl before Lu Youyou turned around and smiled at these people.

"We didn't break the rules. Extra meals are on a first-come, first-served basis. We had queued up before."

It is true that there is no violation of the rules, but Ye Changqing never thought that such a situation would happen before. After eating, he used all his body and martial arts skills. Who would have thought?

Many disciples were speechless. There was nothing wrong with what Lu Youyou said. She had indeed queued up before. As for extra meals, it was first come, first served, which was normal.

"You little bastards, what if you don't practice well on weekdays? Now you can't even eat. You know how important cultivation is."

Hong Zun on the other side, his mouth full of oil while eating, cursed with a smile.

After saying that, he lowered his head and fucked hard. This taste was simply divine. After living for so many years, I never imagined that there could be such delicious food in this world.

As for the handyman disciples, after Hong Zun, Lu Youyou, and Liu Shuang, no one knew who made the move first, and they fell into chaos instantly.

"Fuck, leave some for me."

"Junior brother, after one bite, I will take another bite, please."