Our lord is upright [crossing]

Just saying, the Spring Festival is here.

The ancient people still attached great importance to the Spring Festival. No matter how far away they were, they wanted to go home for the New Year. Rong Zhenzhen also generously gave all the employees in the house a half-month vacation, and gave them various New Year’s goods and red envelopes for the festival. Everyone was smiling when they left, and praised the leader as a kind and loyal person.

For such a generous and compassionate employer, who wouldn't want to follow him?

"The cook is on holiday again this year. Will we still eat like last year?" Rong Xiongfei squinted at her elder brother with dry grass in his mouth and his legs crossed. He looked like a worker waiting on the dock.

"Otherwise? Who doesn't have a holiday in the big restaurant?" Rong Zhenzhen is not in a hurry. He has no self-knowledge about his cooking skills, and even rubs his hands eagerly: "I thought it was okay to cook that table last year. This year Let me do it."

Lingyou felt a dull pain in his stomach, and remembered the New Year's Eve dinner that the leader had burned so badly last year, he quickly stood up and said: "The leader has been busy for a year, and he has worked too much on weekdays. Those who celebrate the festival should rest It’s time, why don’t your subordinates do it for you this year.”

"You?" Rong Zhenzhen looked Ling You up and down, and said distrustfully: "You have been dealing with swords all day long, and you know how to cook?"

Of course Lingyou didn't understand, but he felt that the leader should not be allowed to cook anymore, otherwise they would have stomach troubles again in the middle of the night.

Rong Zhenzhen didn't give him a chance to react, so he made a decision directly: "Then if this is the case, wouldn't it be fun for everyone to cook together? When the time comes to eat what you cook yourself, maybe it will have a different flavor?"

So, in order to prevent Rong Zhenzhen's dark cuisine from reappearing in the world, several brothers and sisters of the Rong family and Ling You entered the kitchen together, including Lu Guanyun, who also came to join in the meal.

Ah Ruan couldn't help, so he had to be responsible for adding firewood to the leader and helping to boil the water.

"Who will kill this chicken?" Rong Zhenzhen asked, picking up the big rooster whose feet were tied up on the ground.

Rong Xiongfei looked up, rolled up his sleeves and said proudly: "Let me come, I still have to ask about such trivial matters."

After that, she took the chicken and walked aside, pulled out her meteor hammer and slammed it down neatly, the cock stretched its legs without making any sound.

Rong Zhenzhen looked at it for a while, then frowned and said: "You kill the chicken like this for some reason? You didn't bleed it, so can this chicken be eaten?"

"It's fine if you die, jiji waiwai, why don't you just kill? Big brother, you are so annoying." Rong Xiongfei knows how to cook a fart, she thinks killing chickens is very simple, no matter how he kills, as long as he is dead .

"What should I do next? Just chop it up?"

"I know." Rong Mengmeng was imprisoned for these days and couldn't go out. She was unhappy and didn't dare to fight against her elder brother, so she hurried over to show off: "I have to pluck it first."

Rong Zhenzhen saw that his little brother was more reliable than his second sister, so he quickly kicked Rong Xiongfei out, stuffed the squashed cock into Rong Mengmeng's hands and said, "You come and pluck the hair."

Ah Ruan happened to boil a pot of water, obediently poured the boiling water into the bucket, Rong Mengmeng threw the chicken into the hot water, and then began to shave the chicken feathers with her huge black knife.

Rong Zhenzhen saw the obsidian sword turned into a chicken-killing knife, thinking that if Rong Mengmeng's master knew, he might crawl out of the coffin and strangle him to death.

"Anything to eat?"

A few people were busy blindly in the kitchen, when a cold voice came from outside the door, it really was Chu Hanruo.They didn't go back, but stayed at the lord's mansion for the new year. After staying here for more than ten days, the three of them, the master and the apprentice, were white and fat, and they looked much rounder than when they first came.

Rong Zhenzhen turned his head and saw Chu Hanruo standing at the door of the kitchen with his three apprentices looking inside, and He Yuan shyly raised his hand to greet him: "Hello, Leader."

"What can you help?" Rong Zhenzhen looked disgusted, but still pointed to a pile of firewood in the yard and said, "If you have nothing to do, then help chop that pile of firewood."

Chu Hanruo nodded slightly, and looked back at his three apprentices. The three young men immediately took off their coats tacitly and ran to the courtyard, carrying an axe, and started chopping wood seriously, while their master walked slowly into the kitchen Here, looking at those people who are so disheartened that they are so busy.

Sitting in front of the stove, Rong Xiongfei was smeared with soot, and completely lost the appearance of the usual chic and romantic second lady. She frantically fanned the stove with a cattail fan. The people here shed tears.

Rong Zhenzhen, half a kitchen waste, was holding a hidden weapon to kill fish from a distance of one meter away, while Ling You was expressionlessly pressing the garlic paste with internal force, which was enough to shake a few big men in the martial arts world, and fainted from being busy in the kitchen.

A Ruan looked at this group of people speechlessly, even though he grew up in the Western Regions, he still occasionally cooks well, but this group of people looks like dogs but they can't handle a table of dishes, the Central Plains martial arts are indeed all trash.

Only Lu Guanyun, still dressed in clean white clothes, sat quietly in the corner, holding a teacup and reading a book leisurely. He was recognized as the group favorite of the Rong family, and no one could bear to let him be stained with dust.

Chu Hanruo sighed a little in his heart, they were all just freelancers, but Lu Guanyun's treatment was different.

He walked over calmly, sat down beside Lu Guanyun, and greeted in a low voice: "Master Lu, long time no see."

Lu Guanyun raised his head from the book, he didn't recognize faces very much, he was half-face-blind, but he still recognized Chu Hanruo's handsome and shocking face, although he couldn't remember the last time we met, But he politely replied: "Master Chu."

Chu Hanruo also returned the gift, and the two people who didn't talk much got together, and the chat was the scene of the car accident, and no one said a word for a long time.

Rong Zhen killed the big fish with great difficulty, and was struggling to remove the hidden weapon embedded in the fish, while muttering to himself: "This broken fish is really troublesome to eat, and I can't live without it every year. Tsk..."

In a hurry here, Chu Hanruo also began to drink tea with Lu Guanyun, the two of them seemed to be listening to books in a teahouse.Chu Hanruo said calmly, "Miraculous doctor Lu, this tea is mixed with apricot ointment, it really relieves greasy and clears the mouth, you should eat more."

"En." Lu Guanyun replied in a low voice, and sure enough, he took another piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

If Rong Zhenzhen had time to take a look at this, he might be able to beat Chu Hanruo out.

The meal was wasted for more than an hour, and finally served on the table in the evening, Rong Xiongfei frowned and looked at a table of dishes emitting ominous black smoke, covered his nose and said: "Otherwise, let's go to the restaurant. "

"Wasting food is a great shame." Rong Zhen said sincerely, "Anyway, it was made by everyone together. How can it be unpalatable?",

Rong Mengmeng was so hungry that she held up her chopsticks, "I'm hungry, I'll eat if you don't eat."

Everyone didn't move their chopsticks, they all stared at Rong Mengmeng, seeing him pick up the plate of blackened chicken nuggets and put them into his mouth, they couldn't help holding their breath.

"It's delicious." Rong Mengmeng nodded and praised, "My sister's cooking skills can be married."

Rong Xiongfei was dubious, they almost all selectively forgot that Mengmeng is a strange boy who can eat pig food without changing his face, they are probably really hungry, watching Mengmeng eat it and not die , Guessing it should be edible, each picked up their chopsticks and started to eat.

Ah Ruan was also dragged to the seat, he looked hesitantly at the table full of dishes, none of them were pleasing to his eyes, he always felt that something terrible would happen if he ate them, so he only dared to take small bites of the undercooked rice.

Chu Hanruo is easy to take care of, he is not picky compared to Rong Mengmeng, and he eats with three disciples without raising his head, especially for saving face.Lu Guanyun basically filled his stomach with tea just now, and he is not very hungry at the moment, even if he ordered as much as he wanted, it was very face-saving.

Probably because he was really hungry, Rong Zhenzhen actually tasted delicious and sweet, his self-confidence was even more bursting, and he said proudly: "Tomorrow's New Year's Eve dinner will eat dumplings, so I'll come then."

Rong Xiongfei rolled his eyes to the sky, but there was nothing she could do. The restaurants outside were all closed, and all the chefs and waiters inside went home to celebrate the New Year, which meant that they would all have to work in Rong Zhenzhen's hands for the next half a month or so. , what can be done?

They parted ways after dinner, and Lingyou's premonition came true. He ran to the toilet several times in one night, and got diarrhea until he was almost dehydrated. When he remembered that this was just the beginning, he felt that life was hopeless.

On the second day, Rong Zhenzhen walked around the mansion with nothing to do, A Ruan really couldn't stand his poor cooking skills, for his own sake, he could only accept the duties of the chef with humiliation, with a resentful expression on his face Cook in the kitchen.

"Wait for this seat to succeed... wait for this seat to succeed... kill you first, and then kill your whole family..."

Yanruan murmured to herself while chopping meat, the leader of a sect is so mixed up, who would dare to believe that this is the leader of the demon sect who made the martial arts in the Central Plains fearful?

Rong Zhenzhen started to wander around when he was completely free. Anyway, he was restless, so he walked to a remote corner of the lord's mansion without paying attention, which was exactly where Chu Hanruo lived.As soon as he stepped into the door, he saw Chu Hanruo bending over to wash something in the basin.

There was nothing wrong with the left and right, so Rong Zhenzhen came in to see his friend, and just about to speak, he noticed with sharp eyes that the washing things on Chu Hanruo's hands were tattered, it looked like they had been washed many times.

"What are you all about?" He asked with a disgusted frown.

Chu Hanruo raised his body and looked back at him, shaking out the black rag in his hand to show him expressionlessly, and said calmly, "Pants."

Rong Zhenzhen Shiyu looked at the rag with two big holes in front of him, and said bitterly: "How many years have you been wearing it? Just this big hole, except for the thing in front of you, I'm afraid it's even your buttocks. Can't hold it all?"

"You might as well not wear it."

Chu Hanruo pondered seriously for a while, as if he was really thinking about Rong Zhenzhen's proposal, he shook his head suddenly, and replied seriously: "No, those who cultivate the Tao should pay attention to their appearance."

"Pay attention to your mother's size!" Rong Zhenzhen rolled his eyes, "Forget about being poor!"

Chu Hanruo didn't take it seriously, bent down again, and seriously washed his trousers in the snow, as if he was treating some treasure.

After all, this is the last underwear he can barely put on, and if he doesn't cherish it, there will be no more.

New Year's wish, Master Chu hopes that he can have a cabinet of trousers.