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

After sending off all the sect leaders, Shi Song rubbed his brows. It has been a turbulent time recently.

"Comer"

After he called out, a deacon from the Law Enforcement Hall walked in and bowed to Shi Song.

"Hall Master."

"Let Junior Brother Qinlong come over."

"Yes."

Shi Song plans to let Qinlong investigate this matter.

He really didn't have the energy to deal with this matter personally.

Soon, Qinlong appeared in the Law Enforcement Hall, and Shisong told him about the thefts in the major sects.

Hearing this, Qinlong did not refuse.

It is indeed strange that these twenty or thirty sects were robbed at the same time. It is obviously not normal.

On that day, Qinlong left Daoyi Holy Land with a team of elders and disciples from Longxiang Peak.

This matter did not attract much attention.

After all, other people in Daoyi Holy Land also have their own things to do.

In the cafeteria, Ye Changqing leaned back in a recliner.

In general, Ye Changqing's daily life is still very comfortable.

You don't need to worry about other things in the holy land. You only need to be responsible for the affairs of the canteen.

But at this moment, Shanhu walked in quickly.

"Brother, the owner of Baixiang Pavilion is here."

Ok? ? ?

Hearing this, Ye Changqing was stunned. This Baixiang Pavilion is specially dedicated to providing various seasonings for the canteen.

It was Ye Changqing who chose it.

Since cooperating with Daoyi Holy Land, Baixiang Pavilion can be said to have taken off directly.

From an unknown small shop, it suddenly became a famous chamber of commerce in the world of Haotu.

All of this was given to them by Ye Changqing, so the owner of Baixiang Pavilion knew very well that he could offend no one but Ye Changqing.

All along, the shopkeeper of Baixiang Pavilion has been extremely concerned about the affairs of Daoyi Holy Land, and Ye Changqing never had to worry about anything.

Ye Changqing has always felt relaxed working with Baixiang Pavilion.

At every appointed time, Baixiang Pavilion would deliver all the seasonings that Ye Changqing needed.

And Ye Changqing doesn't have to worry about the quality at all.

As long as the people in Baixiang Pavilion are not stupid, there is no way they would have any evil intentions towards Ye Changqing.

Hearing that the owner of Baixiang Pavilion came in person, Ye Changqing felt suspicious. There was nothing important, so why did he come here in person?

"Bring him here."

Sitting up from the recliner, Ye Changqing said to Shanhu.

Hearing this, Shanhu nodded in response, then turned and walked out of the yard.

Soon, Shanhu walked into the yard with a middle-aged man in brocade clothes.

The middle-aged man’s cultivation was not high, he had only achieved a small level of success in the Dharma Realm. However, in the Haotu World, few people dared to look down on the middle-aged man in front of them.

There's nothing we can do about it, since they have the support of Daoyi Holy Land.

"What's the matter, Shopkeeper Wu? What's the matter that requires you to come here in person?"

Seeing the middle-aged man, Ye Changqing smiled slightly, motioned for the man to sit down, and then poured him a cup of tea.

Facing Ye Changqing, the middle-aged man behaved very respectfully. He took the teacup with both hands and then said with a look of wanting to cry but without tears.

"Elder Ye, there is something wrong with the seasoning this time."

In recent days, it is time to deliver seasonings. The seasonings previously provided to the canteen have been used up, and it is time to replenish them.

But at this critical juncture, something went wrong in their Baixiang Pavilion.

As he spoke, the middle-aged man carefully observed the changes in Ye Changqing's expression. He saw that after hearing these words, Ye Changqing did not show any sign of being furious, but just frowned slightly.

Then he turned to look at the middle-aged man and said.

"What happened? Your Baixiang Pavilion was always normal before."

"This........ Elder Ye, my Baixiang Pavilion's warehouse was robbed, all the condiments are gone, and it can't be replenished in a short time, so............."

The seasonings Ye Changqing needs are of the best quality and other aspects.

All along, Baixiang Pavilion has been prepared separately.

But now, all the seasonings prepared for Ye Changqing were stolen overnight, and Baixiang Pavilion had no solution in the short term.

That's why Shopkeeper Wu came in person to apologize to Ye Changqing and explain the situation to him in person.

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Ye Changqing to reply, Shopkeeper Wu stood up, bent his legs, and knelt on the ground with a plop.

Said respectfully.

"It's all because of my incompetence. Elder Ye, please punish me."

Seeing this, Ye Changqing raised his hand slightly, and a gentle spiritual power lifted up Shopkeeper Wu, then he asked in confusion.

"The warehouse was robbed. Do you know what did it do?"

He gestured to Shopkeeper Wu to sit down. Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Wu carefully sat down next to Ye Changqing, then shook his head with a bitter look on his face.

"No clues were left. Even the people guarding the warehouse didn't notice anything unusual."

"It's strange, the seasonings in the warehouse seemed to have disappeared out of thin air."

After listening to Manager Wu's explanation, Ye Changqing thought secretly.

"It's impossible for them to disappear out of thin air, but this matter is a little strange. I'm afraid some people have come to this Haotu world. A lot of sects have been robbed recently."

Ye Changqing naturally heard about the treasuries of dozens of sects being stolen.

A group of sect leaders went to a holy place to seek help. Shi Song had already arranged for Qinlong to investigate the matter.

Although Ye Changqing didn't care, he naturally heard about it.

But he didn't expect that the seasonings he needed were also stolen. This group of thieves were really not picky and even took the seasonings.

But without seasoning, it is obviously impossible to guarantee daily meals. Even a good cook cannot cook without rice.

No matter how good Ye Changqing's cooking skills are, he can't do anything without seasoning.

After pondering for a moment, Ye Changqing said to Shopkeeper Wu.

"Okay, go back first and try to prepare it again, and then send it over when the time comes."

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Wu nodded respectfully, then hurried away to prepare the seasonings that Ye Changqing needed.

At dinner time that day, when the disciples of Daoyi Holy Land came to the cafeteria, they learned that due to the theft of seasonings, they could not guarantee meals for the next few days.

Upon hearing the news, all the elders, peak masters, and disciples were stunned.

"The warehouse of Baixiang Pavilion was robbed?"

"A bunch of idiots, can't even take care of a warehouse? How can this be stolen?"

"Was this done by a group of people? There have been quite a few sects robbed recently. Didn't the leader of Qinlong Peak bring people to investigate?"

"Damn you, you bastard, you even dare to touch the seasoning?"

"We must thoroughly investigate this matter and we must not let this group of people continue to act so recklessly."

Before, the treasure houses of the major sects were stolen, but the disciples didn’t think anything was a big deal, they just thought it was stolen.

But now, it was about everyone’s meals, and they couldn’t even have their meals. For a moment, many disciples were extremely angry with this group of thieves.

It would be fine if you just stole the sect's treasury, but how come you even dare to steal the seasonings? You are simply courting death and committing a heinous crime.