The days of being a cook in fairyland

As the new year approaches, the temperature drops sharply and there is fine snow in the sky.

Qin Wu came back early from shopping in Sanchongtian. As soon as he entered the store, he saw Qin Jiu standing outside the back kitchen with a sad face.

"What's the matter?" Qin Wu put down the things in his hand and asked.

"Will you be able to talk? What do you mean?" Qin Jiu was upset. It sounded like he was looking for something on his own.

Qin Wu glanced at him indifferently: "Am I not right? You are wrong when you come back from the First Heaven. Talk about things if you have something to do, and go to work if you have nothing to do. You are not a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old who looks sad all day long. Sighing, I thought you were missing spring."

Qin Jiu couldn't catch his breath, so he was not choked.

I especially want to say that you are just thinking about spring. Do you know what happened to us in the first layer of heaven? The little master was kidnapped by a demon cultivator, and judging by the surrounding atmosphere, it should be that stupid woman Ban Ruoling who did it. Tied into a cave, if they hadn't gone in time, something would have happened.

It's a pity that Qin Jiu didn't dare to say it.

Really, if Qin Wu knew that he had lost the little master, Qin Wu would have to kill him, the kind with no bones left.

Watching Qin Wu leave, Qin Jiu sighed again, and silently glanced at the back kitchen, thinking that it was not right to come back from the First Heaven, and it was not so much himself as the person in the back kitchen who was right.

"There is no sugar in this dish."

A voice suddenly rang in his ears, Yin Xiaobei was startled, and turned around to find that it was Song Lian's Taoist partner, Zou Ning.

Yes, as a buy one get one free gift, now Zou Ning has also followed Song Lian to work in Guiyuan Juli.

Although he looks cool and cold on the outside, Zou Ning is actually very talkative, serious in his work, and has superb cooking skills. He is definitely more than a hundred times easier than Song Lian.

If such a good deal was put in the past, Yin Xiaobei would probably be happy for a long time, but unfortunately, his current thoughts have probably gone to other places, not in Guiyuanju at all.

Seeing that Yin Xiaobei didn't speak, Zou Ning glanced at him worriedly: "Are you okay, are you too tired, why don't you go to the back and rest for a while, with me watching over here, nothing can happen."

"Thank you." Yin Xiaobei forced a smile and finally nodded.

Not physically tired, but heart tired.

Back in the room, Yin Xiaobei took off his coat, threw himself on the bed, and buried himself under the quilt.

Scenes of what happened before emerged in front of my eyes.

Demon Prince, that woman called him.

Yin Xiaobei actually knows a little bit about the affairs of Nether. For example, like the fairy world, Nether also has ten fixed managers. The leader is Mozun, who is equal in status to the Immortal Emperor, and Xia Jiuchong is below. The demon kings in charge of the heavens are equal in status to the spirit kings in the fairy world.

If, just to say, if the woman who kidnapped him didn't identify the wrong person, then the title of the devil prince means that his parents are likely to be one of the ten regular leaders of Youming.

It's just ridiculous.Yin Xiaobei thought.

Like all the children in the orphanage, he also secretly imagined that he actually has a pair of very powerful parents. They live in a big villa. It’s not that they don’t want him anymore, they just lost him accidentally, sooner or later One day they will drive a beautiful car to the door of the orphanage and take him home.

It shouldn't be like this.

Immortal heirs are not easy, and the same is true for Nether. If his parents are really in Nether, and they are likely to be respected, it can be said that as long as they have the intention to find him, there are literally hundreds of ways available.But no, he was still alone.

The only possibility is that they never thought about finding themselves back at all.Yin Xiaobei couldn't help but wonder if it was because he was a waste spirit root that he was finally abandoned by his biological parents.

Not wanting to let himself fall into too negative emotions, Yin Xiaobei shook his head, trying to make himself think about other things, such as about that person...

No, Yin Xiaobei said that the matter of that person was more entangled with him than his parents.

Turning into a child or something, this is not a cartoon, it's too strange, and why didn't you tell him in advance, Yin Xiaobei couldn't help but want to scratch the wall when he thought of what he had done during the two of them getting along .

Touching one's head, changing clothes, and taking a shower are all rudimentary. There are not too many times when you just pull them over and kiss on the cheek. Then when you think that these scenes are all on an adult, ahhhhhh, Yin Xiaobei feels like he wants to crazy.

Forget it... Yin Xiaobei buried himself in the quilt.The more you think about it, the more depressed you become, why not take a nap.

"No, it's still not right, it doesn't taste like this at all." He Wen took a sip of her newly made cold noodles, obviously the steps are the same, and the amount of ingredients is the same as the other party's, but why can't it be made? That kind of taste is obviously very spicy, but people can't help but want to eat it all the time.

He Wen took another sip, frowning, it was spicy, but it was only spicy.

Where is the problem? Is it the technique or the time to put the materials.

"Cough," He Wen's friend came in, and couldn't help coughing as soon as he stepped through the door, "It's so choking, I said what are you doing, why didn't you come out after looking for you for a long time."

He Wen didn't even raise her head, she poured out the contents of the pot, and started a new pot: "Don't make trouble, don't you see that I'm busy here?"

"You really think of yourself as a chef," my friend couldn't help but want to laugh, "Yes, but then again, the one you tried in Qiufengbi before was not a chef, he was a doctor, I think you The two should make friends, and I think they will definitely have a lot in common."

"What did you say?" He Wen suddenly raised her head.

"Don't you know?" My friend was also quite surprised, "He is a famous medical practitioner from Erchongtian. I have a clan brother who is almost in the mid-stage of inner demons. I had already given up, but ended up with someone else. , I didn’t spend any effort, just a plate of stir-fried seasonal vegetables was cured.”

Doctors, demons, use the dishes to heal people.

All of a sudden, he connected several key words together, and couldn't care about the contents of the pot, He Wen grabbed him: "Quick, do you know where he lives in Erchongtian, his address Give me."

"Yes, yes, why, are you sick too?" The friend asked strangely.

It is indeed to see a doctor, but unfortunately it is not for himself.He Wen looked up at the sky, what is this called, there is nowhere to find it when you break through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get it?

After successfully getting the address and sending the person out the door, He Wen pondered for a moment, opened the window in the room, and attracted a magpie.

The black and white magpie landed in the palm of his hand, and He Wen gently stroked its head: "Go, tell the three elders in the clan that he has been found."

Nine Layers of Celestial Court.

After the court meeting, before he could walk out of the palace gate, His Majesty the Immortal Emperor was stopped by Situ Jin.

"I'll only go out for half a day, and I'll be back in the afternoon." Before Situ Jin could speak, Xi Chongxian explained to himself.

"Hehe," Situ Jin sneered, looking at him as if he was sizing up a crook with bad credit, "Half a day? Not even half an hour, Your Majesty, you're busy with New Year's work, you'd better stay in the palace."

Seeing that the person on the opposite side was silent, Situ Jin finally couldn't help but said: "What's the use of you going to him every day like this, don't forget, you are an immortal emperor, and your luck is connected with the entire upper nine heavens, and you were doomed from the very beginning." There is no way to choose your own Taoist partner, if you look at the sky mirror..."

What if the Skyscope had chosen someone other than him.

Seeing the expression on the face of the person opposite, Situ Jin suddenly didn't know what to say. These words were too ruthless. Unlike the other nine fixed managers, the immortal emperor had a high status, but the Taoist companions around him could only be controlled by his companion immortal. device to choose.

Of course, you can also reject the candidate for the Companion Immortal Artifact, but the person you choose will not be recognized by the Heavenly Dao for the rest of his life, and he will not even be able to be a true Dao Companion for the rest of his life.

"It's my minister's slip of the tongue," Situ Jin lowered his head, "Half a day, if your Majesty really wants to go, then go."

Although he had successfully obtained the permission to go out, Xi Chong just stood there and was about to speak when he suddenly felt the bronze mirror in his hand burn.

The sky-peeping mirror that came out of his hand flew into the air, and several phantoms flashed past, accompanied by the fairy voice singing, and landed with a bang.

not good.

Xi Chong raised his head and reached out to stop him, but it was too late.

"Concubine selection." Situ Jin was also frightened. What is this? It was a prophecy. He had just finished talking about the selection of concubines with a fairy weapon. Is this already about to start?

Seeing that Xi Chong's face changed, he turned around and was about to leave, Situ Jin was in a bad mood, and ignored the previous surprise, he hurried forward to stop him.

With the flickering of the sky-peeping mirror, more and more phantoms appeared in the air, including fairies dressing in front of the mirror, and immortals practicing swords in the martial field...Danxiamen, Mingyue Pavilion, Xuanjianzong, Yunshuixuan, a sea of ​​thousands of flowers... Five sects, five candidates.

Xi Chong turned his head and suddenly didn't want to say a word.

"Your Majesty," Situ Jin looked helplessly at the phantom in midair, not knowing how to comfort him, so he could only shake his head, "Forget it, I'll take care of the matter here, whether it's half a day or half a month, what do you want? Go wherever you want."

Xi Chong nodded and stepped out of the palace gate.

The fairy sound gradually weakened, and the last phantom fell, just in front of Xi Chong.

From the background, it should be the back kitchen of a restaurant.White steam was lingering, and the young man in black raised his head and was putting a round pot on the wooden rack above his head.

Qin Jiu bent over and pushed open the small door of the back kitchen: "Shopkeeper, have you finished all the things? Qin Wu asked me to ask you to go out for dinner."

"It'll be ready soon." Yin Xiaobei replied loudly, and after placing the last jar neatly, he smiled contentedly.