Xianjun, please calm down

Ever since their teacher and apprentice got together that day, Venerable Chongyuan returned to Cultivation God Valley and has not come out again. Yu Changqing went twice and was blocked back. Da Zhuang was a little worried, but Yu Changqing said that cultivators practice It's normal to not want to be disturbed if you feel it.

Da Zhuang thinks about it too, his master is not an ordinary old man, but the only Mahayana cultivator in the entire Qianyuan Continent, and seeing that his two direct disciples are not in a hurry, he is also relieved.

A few days later, Master Qingyang went out to visit the sect, and Venerable Chongyuan went out to the Valley of Cultivation Gods to sit in the sect himself.

It's nothing at all, it's just to make people's skin tighten, but!Venerable Chongyuan always holds his Fengyun Sword in his hands, hugs him, and lays it on his knees... In short, the sword never leaves his hand, and his face is very smelly, which can be said to be very scary.

All of a sudden, the elders of the peaks who like to run to the main peak are all as quiet as chickens, performing their own duties, and never go to the main peak unless they have important matters.

Even Da Zhuang was afraid. When the Venerable Chong Yuan was expressionless, he gave people the feeling that the whole person was very sharp, as if he would cut him at a glance, which was daunting.

In other words, my own fairy is very similar to Venerable Chongyuan sometimes. Is this the same lineage of master and apprentice or is the aura of the strong similar?Da Zhuang doesn't know, but it may be because the first time he saw Xianjun was a miserable and weak (?) appearance, and later got to know him well, and deeply understood that he is a good person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside (Fog), I can no longer be afraid of him.

Before Da Zhuang, he couldn't understand why many people were so silent when they saw their own celestial beings, and they didn't dare to breathe when they spoke. Now that they saw Venerable Chong Yuan, he could understand a little bit.

In fact, my master is also a very approachable and kind elder (?), but...maybe I'm not in a good mood recently?

Da Zhuang sat in the cave, thinking about things in a mess, quite boring, but he didn't dare to go out easily, because his fairy was practicing swords in the bamboo forest outside.

In the past, when the immortals practiced swords, he liked to go to admire the heroic appearance of his own immortals, but today... oh...

His Xianjun just lost his temper and refused him to go out, and refused him to cook!

Do not cook!

What an unreasonable request!

A foodie like Xianjun doesn't even let him cook, it can be seen that he has become angry, Da Zhuang is very timid, and dare not touch his own Xianjun's bad luck again.

In fact, until now, Da Zhuang didn't quite understand why his own fairy suddenly became angry. While he was at a loss, he still had some nostalgia...and joy?

It's not that he has a problem and likes to be scolded, the main thing is that Xianjun hasn't lost his temper for too long.

If a person with a very violent temper suppresses his temper for a long time and does not lose his temper, he will be suffocated. He would rather reap a vexatious fairy than his own fairy.

Da Zhuang sat cross-legged on the bed, frowned and thought hard, thinking about the point where his fairy might be angry, so that when the fairy came back, he could prescribe the right medicine to make him happy.

At this time, Yu Changqing, whom Da Zhuang thought was practicing sword in the bamboo forest, was not in the bamboo forest, but in...the kitchen.

He poked his head out to observe the direction of the cave. Very well, his brother Zhuang had been frightened by him. He was very honest and didn't try to run out. This should give him enough time to prepare his plan.

He walked to the stove, dug out various ingredients, rolled up his wide sleeves, and began to process the ingredients.

He planned to cook a delicious meal for his Taoist companion.

Although he has never made delicious food, he is very confident. He has eaten pork and seen pigs running. His brother Zhuang has cooked countless meals in front of him, and he feels that he can see it.

In the past, his brother Zhuang made spiritual food for him. Today, he wants to repay him a little bit, and also cook some delicious food for his brother Zhuang. Firstly, it is to repay Da Zhuang's love for him, and secondly... he is now No longer beautiful, for the sake of his own status, he decided to develop more talents that his brother Zhuang couldn't give up, for example, grabbing his stomach.

Yu Changqing looked at the cave again, it was fine and quiet.

Turning around, he walked to the desk and attacked the innocent pheasant on the desk.

Emmm...

How will Mao get rid of it?

When Yu Changqing was young, the Danxiu who took him with him was very bad to him. He would give him meals every meal, sometimes fruit, sometimes raw food, as long as he was not hungry to death.

When he was young, he was wandering around. At that time, he had not yet fed the grain, and if he did not eat, he would starve to death. He had to find food for himself. As long as you can have physical strength, whether it is delicious or not is not considered at all. To eat chicken, rabbit, fish, etc., you just peel off the skin and guts, roast them on the fire, let alone seasoning, and sometimes eat half-cooked ones. .

The best thing he had ever eaten was actually the bowl of sweet porridge that the malicious woman gave him, but in the end, it made him sick when he tasted the sweetness afterwards.

After bigu, he stopped eating anything as if he had been amnestied. Before he got to know Da Zhuang, he didn't even know that the food in this world could be so delicious.

Now it has been hundreds of years since he started bigu, and time has changed. He has long forgotten his culinary skills, which were too rough to be considered cooking skills, to the endless sea. Looking back now, he can't find any experience. I don't want to use the terrible cooking skills of the past to poison my brother Zhuang.

The grilled chicken that Da Zhuang made for him has always been charred on the outside and tender on the inside, the meat is delicious and juicy, the fat on the chicken skin soaks into the meat, and the meat will become more tender, which makes him reluctant to peel off the skin directly.

He thought about it for a while, and decided that he wanted to pursue delicious food, so he wanted to pluck the feathers of the chicken to keep the skin, but when he plucked it, the rooster crowed violently. In desperation, he picked up the kitchen knife next to him. With a flash of light, the chicken head was chopped off, and even the chopping board was split in half...

Hmm...it doesn't matter, just hurry up and build a new cutting board later, Brother Zhuang won't find out.

After successfully killing the chicken, the chicken finally stopped crowing, but the blood gushed out from the broken neck and flowed everywhere. The chicken showed Yu Changqing's ferocity with its last stubborn and galloping blood.

Yu Changqing, who had always loved cleanliness, frowned slightly as he looked at the chicken blood splattered on the white robe.

But these are small problems, the point is that this chicken is a bit difficult to deal with.

When the bleeding was almost gone, he had to face the chicken feather problem again.

He thought about it for a while, then he used his strength for ten sessions, and immediately started to grab a piece violently. After tossing for a long time, the goosebumps were riddled with holes, and it was extremely ugly...

Forget it, let's peel off the skin together.

resignedly.