I was raised by the BOSS in the infinite copy

"Oh." Shuanzi groaned, as if he had heard such a remark before, but his memory was not very deep, so he said, "I met the old man when he walked you down the aisle earlier, right?"

"Aisle" is a saying here, but Gui Ming has never heard of it in other places. It is a series of behaviors such as witches going out to do errands, divination, calling souls, etc., which are called "Aisle". Whether it is the way of Yangguan or the way of the underworld depends on whether the matter is from the yang world or the underworld.

In the early years, Guiming’s grandma encountered a lot of things that could be described when walking on the road, ghosts, monsters, and spirits from the underworld, which made Guiming always think that in this world, people’s activities are in the daytime, and spirits and monsters are in the nighttime. place.

He said "um", and said: "I don't remember clearly, I just remember my master..." He paused, seemed to remember something, laughed, and gestured on his stomach: "There is an official I asked him what was in his stomach that was so big. Guess what he said?"

Shuanzi knew that the old man had been walking in each dungeon, the so-called sorceress walk was just a deceptive rhetoric, the real purpose was to contact the bosses of each dungeon and reach an agreement with them.

Unsurprisingly, this so-called master chef should also be a boss in the dungeon. Seeing Gui Ming's unafraid appearance, he cheered and said, "What are you talking about?"

"He said that the prime minister can hold a boat in his stomach, but he is neither a prime minister nor can he hold a boat, so he can only hold a full stomach of adults, regardless of the faults of villains, so that he will not be angry when I chop up vegetables." Gui Ming was startled, and used a smile to hide his disappointment: "He is a very good-tempered adult."

It's just that I didn't think it before, but when I recalled it now, I realized that the master I didn't like very much was actually a very good person.

Guiming washed the bloody smell off his hands with water.

"Why do you want to learn from the chef?" This sentence was asked by Liu Youren.

He thought that Guiming was only less than ten years old at that time, a child, learning cooking skills from a chef, what made him have such an idea?

Guiming let out an "ah", put down the knife, and said: "At that time, I lost my temper with my grandma... I just wanted to learn another craft. Besides, chefs are popular, people in this world, what are you doing?" It can be less, but I can’t control my mouth. I think that I will become a chef in the future and earn tens of thousands of yuan a month. After saving for a few years, I can buy a house in the town, or build a house in the village. of."

He said lightly: "Children from poor families start their own families early, and if they learn more things, they can contribute to the family earlier. Later, when they go to school, they realize that young masters and ladies who do not touch their hands look down on the profession of chefs and feel tired. It's cheap, I didn't tell anyone that I can cook."

Perhaps it was the youth's comparability, which was greatly frustrated at that moment. Guiming seldom talked about his past to outsiders, but he thought a little too much at this time: "I went to school for several years, and I didn't go to talk to my master." Send a sentence, after all, I am still unfilial."

As a result, the atmosphere was slightly heavy, and there was only a slight sound of the fish body being disintegrated in Guiming's hands. He raised his head: "Why did you suddenly stop talking?"

The little ghost started to read it for the second time, and Shuanzi said, "It's all right. When you have some free time, just ask the old man to say hello."

Then he comforted: "Little Mister, the old Mister must be looking for you everywhere right now, and he probably will find you here in a while, so you don't have to worry too much."

Guiming gave a "hmm" and felt that what Shuanzi said was reasonable. Grandma would definitely not leave him alone, and his life would return to the right track sooner or later. Although he knew that the world he lived in was a dungeon, what should he do with his life? Live or how to live.Although he was really flustered at the beginning, after the passer-by was driven out of the village, he regained his rhythm.

Ah, I really hope that the passers-by will never come to pass the pass. Suddenly, I feel that the original ordinary days suddenly become precious.

"Ah..." He got up and stretched his waist: "Okay, before my grandma comes, it's rare that I don't have to go to school, so I'll give you Xiaolu a hand today!"

Shuan Zi applauded him beside him: "Good!"

But it’s hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. Guiming spent a long time in the kitchen of Shuanzi’s house. He was short of oil and vinegar, so he couldn’t help but turned to Shuanzi: “How long has it been since you started a fire at home?”

embolus:"……"

He could only show an awkward yet polite smile: "Hey."

Guiming didn't expect him to take care of the children as an old man. He probably spent some food at the villagers' homes on weekdays. Guiming brought a bowl, and several people ran away like bandits. When they went to other villagers' homes, they "looted" a lot of things.

And in another copy——

"Ah--" the head chef with a big belly kept sneezing, while wiping the tip of his nose with his thick and short fingers, he cleaned the table with a rag.

The blood on the table was finally wiped clean, before he could show a satisfied smile, he couldn't help but sneezed again.

head chef:? ? ?

He put down his hand in a little doubt, could it be... he has a cold?

It's really weird, ghosts can catch a cold?He couldn't figure it out, and while he lit the gas stove again, the passer-by in the corner of the kitchen had disappeared, only a few keys lying alone on the ground——

"It's finally lit." Guiming came out of the kitchen in disgrace, coughing, Shuanzi's house didn't even have any firewood, Wang Daquan followed Liu Youren to the mountain to collect firewood, and the two of them picked it up for a long time There was less than a bamboo basket of firewood, and when he came back, he still had fear written on his face.

Probably because of encountering such an unreasonable existence like He, Liu Youren and Wang Daquan were like frightened birds. Everyone looked like a BOSS. Although they didn't suffer much physical damage, they were greatly devastated mentally. , They are not little gentlemen, even if they encounter a boss, they can retreat unscathed, and even get "gifts", such as the fish from the river, which will soon become a dish in the hands of little gentlemen.

And they... might be made into a dish.

Guiming laughed at how they were so timid, but after thinking about it, if the passers-by were so timid, it would be a good thing for them.

There are many ways to make a whole fish feast in Guangxi. Fish scales are fried, dipped in gray flour, put in oil, and fried into irregular pieces the size of a small fingernail. They can be eaten as snacks, one bite at a time.The part of the fish belly with the most fat is fried directly, and the fat is fried out, which is very fragrant.

Guiming picked the big fish head to make the fish head with chopped pepper, cut the fish meat into pieces and braised it with braised sauce, the remaining slices were scalded in a hot pot, and finally the tenderest parts were left to be sliced ​​into sashimi.

Smaller fish are cooked whole, braised in brown sauce for two pieces, steamed for two pieces, poured with hot oil, and chopped green onion, ginger and chili, and it’s ready to serve.

While he was cooking, the villagers dared to come over one after another, and they all shouted in surprise, "Is Mr. Xiao in charge of the kitchen today?"

"Mr. Xiao is promising. He can cook so many dishes!"

"Wow, that looks really good!"

Guiming urged: "Quickly, quickly, take out the dishes."

Wang Daquan took the plate and left. He followed behind and came out to greet the villagers. When he saw the girl with morning glory hanging on her head standing in the distance, Guiming smiled at her: "I'm sorry. , I took a lot of things from your house today, Shuanzi can’t live without a fire, and there is nothing in the house.”

The girl smiled shyly at him, and the morning glory on her head flickered.

"Everyone!" Guiming shouted: "Eat as much as you want! You're welcome, I've been bothering everyone for a while, and I may have to stay for a while. When my grandma comes to pick me up, I have to rely on the folks..."

"Be polite, be polite!" The villagers said again and again: "Mr. Xiao is from our village! Don't talk about this!"

"That's right! Sit down, Mr. Xiao! Seeing how busy you are, you're sweating!"

Aunt Huo took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat on Guiming's forehead meticulously, and said angrily, "Semi-old child, you don't have to worry about pretending to be an adult, just come to Aunt Huo for anything you need!"

"That's it!"

"It's rare for Mr. Xiao to come back once, are we stingy people!"

Guiming whispered: "I just want to do more for the village."

Aunt Huo wiped the sweat off Guiming's head, looked around again, and said with a smile: "Zhenjun, you are just like your grandma, when you see something, you want to shoulder it on your own shoulders."

Gui Ming was praised by Aunt Huo, and his face turned red slightly, and he coughed to cover up: "Eat vegetables, try my cooking."

The villagers moved their chopsticks one after another, and then all went towards the sashimi.

Guiming packed up two large plates of sashimi, thinking that he could last for a while, but in a short time, he didn't catch a single piece, and all of them went into the stomachs of the villagers.

Villager: "Mr. Xiao's craftsmanship is really good."

Guiming said, "Let's eat some other dishes too."

Villager: "..."

Guiming: "?"

I don't know why, but the atmosphere is a bit awkward. At this time, Shuanzi came to smooth things over, and picked the meat into Guiming's bowl first: "Eat first, eat first, don't always look after us."

Then, one person picks one chopsticks with both rain and dew, and finally makes the other dishes look less complete, just about to show a satisfied smile.

Gui Ming said, "Why are you so focused on picking for others and forgetting about yourself?" Then he picked up chopsticks for Shuan Zi.

The little ghost sitting next to him buried his head deeply and hugged the bowl tightly. As a living corpse, although his strength has become stronger and it is not easy to die again, but more or less, there have been many changes in his sense of taste. Delicious raw food, such as cooked ones, can be eaten, but the taste is like chewing wax.

The kid was afraid that Guiming would think of him, so he buried his head almost entirely in the bowl, and remembered that Shuanzi had harmed a group of people just now, and he didn't escape the punishment in the end, so he couldn't help laughing.

The shoulders shrugged.

embolus:"……"

He looked at the steaming fish in the bowl, and stretched out his chopsticks with difficulty, but when he got into his mouth, he found that the fish was not like other meat, once it was cooked through, they would eat it like chewing paper, on the contrary, it was extremely Fresh and delicious, this familiar taste instantly ignited his taste buds.

embolus:"!!!"

The little ghost was still secretly laughing at the side, but seeing Shuan Zi swallowing it with enjoyment, he couldn't help being a little stunned, even if it was acting, you acted too realistically.

Shuanzi: "It's really good."

The little ghost stared blankly at Shuanzi, but in the end he did not escape, and was rewarded with chopsticks. He thought, this must be Shuanzi's conspiracy, but at the same time he couldn't help being half-believing, could it be... Could it be...

really tasty?

He tried a chopstick, and then...

Kid: "It's really good."

Other villagers: "?"

Gui Ming knew what these people were thinking at a glance: "You don't trust my craftsmanship, do you?" Looking at the villagers who were devouring their food now, he asked, "Now you know my craftsmanship?"

The villagers were busy rushing to eat, so they could only show their thumbs up to show Guiming's admiration.

How many years have it been since the village became a dungeon, from being lucky to being hard-hearted, all the staff turned into living corpses to fight against the passers-by, and now, although life is gradually returning to normal, the villagers In other respects, we also try our best to maintain the previous life - farming and breeding.

But when it comes to food, the villagers try their best to overcome their psychological barriers—it’s like eating Western food like foreigners, and others still eat raw meat in such high-end restaurants. They are experiencing the luxury life in advance.

The villagers can only entertain themselves and comfort themselves.

But they still want to have a bite of hot food in their hearts. It is not that there are no villagers who have tried cooking it, but the taste is not very good in the end.

Some people want to discuss, what is the reason here-is it because of Guiming, or because of the ingredients themselves, that makes such a big difference?

Shuanzi had understood now.

He dispelled the villagers' doubts with one sentence: "The fish caught from that river."

It's just that "river" is nothing special, but "that river" is a very descriptive word, besides that one, which one they dare not provoke.

Guiming only thought they were saying that the fish was delicious, so he said, "It's really fresh. My cooking skills account for five points, and this ingredient accounts for eight points. You can usually go there to fish."

Other villagers: "..." Who would dare to go except you, the ancestor.

Of course, the truth cannot be told, so the villagers smiled embarrassingly: "Definitely, definitely, next time."

It seems that the mystery still lies in the fish, a table full of fish feast, there is not much left in the end, the villagers hold their stomachs and ponder over it carefully - suddenly they want Mr. Xiao to stay here and not leave, if Enjoy this piping hot deli every day...

This is no different from being alive!

Aunt Huo couldn't see what the other villagers were thinking, so she scolded a few words: "Let's go, a bunch of lazy people, it's polite for the little gentleman to work hard once, why, I really want someone to be your cook, and you don't Look in the mirror, are you worthy?"

The villagers who had their worries exposed had a bit of embarrassment on their faces, and they were probably embarrassed. Not long after eating, people brought things over one after another.

Originally, although Shuanzi's house didn't talk about ventilation on all sides, it was actually not bad. Basically, he didn't need anything. He lived a so-so life as a man and had to raise a child, so he was really struggling.

If it wasn't for the kid himself being a boss with tenacious vitality, he might have been able to feed him to death.

The villagers thought that if Mr. Xiao lived here, Shuanzi's house would have nothing, and they would borrow oil and firewood to cook a meal today, so Mr. Xiao couldn't be wronged.

Aunt Huo came over to deliver a freshly wrapped quilt, and some odds and ends, and the girl with morning glory on her head also came over to deliver a pack of melon seeds.

In a short while, Shuanzi's small yard was full of tossing.

Wang Daquan and Liu Youren were still living in the warehouse, covered with a straw mat to make do with it, Guiming told him to sort out the two things and add some to his room, otherwise it would look too shabby.

The little ghost turned around in the yard, turned to this side for a while, and swung to that side for a while. Although he didn't say a word, he was obviously excited that he couldn't restrain it.

It was unfortunate that Guiming grabbed him: "What are you running for?"

The little ghost couldn't help being nervous: "I, I'll recite it in a while!"

Guiming just smiled and patted the kid's head: "Is the sashimi delicious?"

Little ghost: "Delicious!" After a while, he was a little cautious: "Brother, can you not go?"

Guiming just smiled and didn't speak.When lying in bed at night, he held a bead-like object in his hand and played with it.

This is a key.