[Comprehensive Lord Demon Slayer: The Blade] The young master is a sewing specialist

Before Tang Wule left, with the mentality of caring for the fellow villagers, I personally cooked a large box of food and brought it to him.

Because [Kong Sang]'s kitchen is sometimes too busy, I will be dragged into the back kitchen by the soul eaters to help. During this time, my cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Now, although I can’t say how delicious the food I make is, at least it’s not raw or mushy, and some ornamental desserts that don’t need to pay attention to the heat are quite popular with my craftsmanship. welcome.

So my interest in this kind of meal was out of control, and even the last step of the hunting clothes was left aside by me.

To be honest, I have a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder for unfinished things, not to mention the unfinished hunting suit hanging in my studio. can see.

But I refused to sew him up.

Even though I was uncomfortable because of this matter, I didn't finish it.

After Tang Wule left, no matter how the system changed the way of lighting up, bolding, and underlining to remind me of the hunting clothes every day, even the completion of the task (2/3) was also spinning with colorful lights. It is an excuse that art cannot be extricated from itself, and it turns a blind eye to it and turns a deaf ear to it.

But in reality, it's impossible to really say how much I love cooking.The only thing that can really immerse me in it is manual work.

Whether it’s making all kinds of trinkets, making all kinds of peripherals, or even designing clothes directly and making the finished product, those are things that have lasted for three lifetimes and have been engraved in my bones by time.

But even so, I really hate other people using my habits to achieve their goals.

I ignored the system, threw that safari into the depths of the closet, and indulged myself in studying the combinations of various foods.

For example, boil fish with Banlangen soup, for example, chocolate-wrapped bitter gourd, for example, brown sugar and ginger soup filling soup dumplings (the kind without fillings), for example, engraving eighteen emoji packs on top of [beep——] beef balls.

...It's more like playing than researching.But no matter what, it was a bit hand-crafted, so I was very happy with what I did, until I couldn't stand the pot of meat in the end, and I, the guy who made trouble in the kitchen, slipped out.

Tang Wule has been away for more than a month, and for some reason, except for the goblin eaters, the number of people who were originally in the vicinity has been less and less.If it was an ordinary restaurant, it would definitely close down gradually because no one cares about it.

But [Kong Sang] is not an ordinary restaurant.

In addition to the built house and furniture, the ingredients come from the farm that comes with the food language, the chef inside comes from the food soul left by my cheap old man, and the enchantment outside is my own with the help of local terrain and stones. built up.

——It can almost be said to be a completely costless business.

What's more, monsters sometimes don't know what fresher stories to tell, so many of them barter, and some pay directly with gold, silver and jewelry.

So even if there are no humans to eat, [Kong Sang] still opens the door every day, welcoming waves of diners.

Even if the race of these diners does not belong to humans.

This situation lasted for half a month, until Tang Wule rushed into Kongsang with his guests, pulled a stool and sat down, clamoring for tea.

"What's the matter, what's the matter???" I stopped him, "Why are you in such a hurry? What happened?"

"You stupid." Tang Wule rolled his eyes, and said while pouring water on himself, "Who the hell are you messing with? The guy who broke in last time was sent by the Fujiwara family, although I don’t know why you say he’s a ghost, but when I went to find my tenants, I found them, and the one who sent him was a black-haired, rose-red-eyed turtle grandson, saying that you can’t get along here?”

"Besides, when I came back, I took my guests to see it. People in the surrounding small villages have been dead for a long time. The smell is very strong. No wonder no one dares to come." Tang Wule finished filling the water, and "cracked" the teapot Put it on the table, "Kongsang is regarded as a monster's lair, and everyone around you is said to have been eaten by you. When my guest and I came back, the news had already spread in Heianjing!"

"So did you find out who it was?" I asked.

"Hmph, who am I? I'm Tang... Tang Mingge, the prettiest man in Tangjiabao!" Tang Wule patted his chest, "Of course it's the Fujiwara family! And I threatened them before I came back! "

It turns out that I haven't seen human beings in the past half a month. It's the ghost of Onimai Tsujimu... I finally realized it - I was obsessed with kneading dough for so long, I actually forgot about the crumbs!Speaking of which, did Ghost Mai Tsuji have the surname Fujiwara before changing his name?

It's unbelievable.

"Well, what's more..." The poisonous brother brought back by Tang Wule smiled slightly, "I can also be considered as an inducement."

"Huh?" Tang Wule snorted disdainfully, "You're just a thug, and you've got a good reason!"

Brother Du didn't say anything, he just touched Tang Wule's high ponytail and smiled again.

I actually saw the light of kindness in Brother Du's eyes strangely.

what is this?

I treat you like a wife but you treat me like a son?Or do I treat you like my son but you want [beep——] me?

Brother Du seemed to notice my strange gaze, and while Tang Wule was not paying attention, he put his finger to his lips as a gesture of silence.

I opened my mouth, and finally only asked, "Do you want something to eat?"

Tang Wule rolled his eyes: "The food you make is so unpalatable, please give me a stove. My diner's cooking is a must."

I dubiously planned to let the Sichuan-flavored hot pot come out of the stove, but was stopped by Brother Du.

"No need." Brother Du found out a tripod from nowhere, and put it in [Kong Sang]'s back kitchen with a "duang", "I have the Immortal King Gu tripod."

The soul eaters and I stared dumbfounded at Brother Du skillfully pouring water, heating the fire, serving dishes, and seasonings, and even had time to marvel at how well seasoned Kong Sang's kitchen is.

After a while, the aroma of the dishes wafted out of his cauldron and permeated [Kong Sang]'s kitchen.

And once again I was hit by a ton of—

Who is the young master Kongsang? !With such proficient movements and such an almost perfect finished product, if it weren't for the wrong attribute of spiritual power, what he made would be comparable to my cheap dad, right? !

I thought about the soul-eating souls in the food language who were waiting to fully recover their strength, and I thought about the Yangzhou fried rice that was weak because of my too many experiments, and then I thought about my brother who was as quiet as a chicken when he saw the poisonous brother system……

I simply hugged Du Ge's thigh: "Boss! I want to learn to cook! Please teach me how to cook!"

Then I was pulled off the legs of his guest by the furious Tang Wule, dragged me except for Kongsang, and then beat me up very fiercely.

I didn't dare to fight back, after all, it was my fault.I shouldn't hug Du Ge's smooth thighs, after all, Du Ge's school uniform has very little fabric.

So in the end, I could only hold my wound from being beaten by Tang Wule and scold him in my heart——Tang Wule, you idiot!Who doesn't know the dark history of your sister's control? !You playwright, don't deceive my fellow countryman's feelings!Dare to deceive my fellow labor representatives who have been crossed by the GWW pit to beat you!