Salted Fish Demon Zun refuses to work overtime [Transmigration Book]

The collection work in Houshan went smoothly. Mo Motang just went to visit it two days ago, and it was almost enough for them to open a small store. The collection is still in stock.

The little devil in charge made some calculations, and asked him to use some of it for finishing, in order to try to sell it at a better price, and Mo Motang agreed.

Song Bai did not agree with him entering the kitchen again.

"Baby, listen to me, I'll make you whatever you want to eat, don't do it again!"

Relying on being taller than Song Bai, Shen Motang stretched out his arms and lifted the spatula above his head, trying not to let Song Bai take it away. At the same time, he was afraid that his movements would hurt Song Bai, so he moved cautiously.

But Song Bai is not. Song Bai's posture is full of fighting spirit, and his movements don't look like a 80-[-]-year-old old man at all. Compared with him, he looks more like a young man with full blood.

Shen Motang was very puzzled, and he was a little bit at a loss in his puzzlement, but he said stubbornly: "I can do it, you taught me, if you don't believe me, trust yourself, okay?"

Song Bai was already dizzy, and blurted out: "I don't believe in myself, not at all!"

Mo Motang was suddenly a little confused, is his lethality that big?

Song Bai almost wanted to cry, but now he only felt that he thought too much of himself, he was just a teacher, he could be a cook no matter what he did!

There is a specialization in art, read it again, he is focusing on teaching, not cooking!

Perhaps, this is not Song Bai's problem.

Mo Motang shrinks her neck, gradually feeling guilty.

In fact, he felt that Song Bai's teaching effect was good, and he had already mastered a lot of tricks.

Heck, maybe I didn't get it either.

This, this let's skip it, skip it, and then continue with the above.

Yes, that's right.

As he said, Song Bai is really trying to teach him some common sense of cooking recently.

"attempt".

For the rest, there should be no need to say more.

Mo Motang hasn't fried the kitchen for the past two days, but now he has burned the kitchen instead, and none of the kitchen utensils were spared.

Whether it's the kitchen in the Silent Tang Courtyard or the kitchen in the Song Bai Courtyard, it's been a lot of hardships to still be alive today.

It's not easy to find that Song Bai, a good-tempered teacher, was on the verge of collapse several times.

Song Bai couldn't understand why a person who could forge a magic weapon with an incredible precision could crush the jar of salt even if he sprinkled a little salt on it when it came to cooking.

Clay can also be burned to ashes and become a condiment in food.

Of course, if the thing that comes out of the pan can be called food.

Mr. Song, who obviously proposed to teach people how to cook at the beginning, asked him to specially adjust their vacations together because of this.

Who would have thought that helpless roars resounded through the entire courtyard now and then?

Well, maybe not so occasionally.

Song Bai jumped up violently, he missed the spatula in Shen Motang's hand, but accidentally caught a certain silver bracelet on his wrist.

The automatic defense was about to be launched immediately, Shen Mo Tang was startled, and with a flick of his wrist, he replaced the silver bracelet in Song Bai's hand.

Use the spatula that he has been guarding for a long time.

Song Bai didn't react for a while, but seeing the spatula returned to his hand, he was so happy that he didn't know what expression to use to face it, so that he was inexplicably distorted.

Seeing Mo Mo Tang's temples twitching.

It's over, it's broken.

This expression is exactly the same as that of some little devils when they do bad things.

Song Bai didn't realize what Shen Motang was thinking, his eyes were still glued to the spatula and he didn't even want to look at him, he couldn't close his mouth with a smile, and said bluntly, "My baby, you want to get away?"

Mo Motang hesitated for a moment, "I figured it out."

The voice sounded a bit resolutely tragic, Song Bai finally felt that something was wrong and raised his head, his smile disappeared instantly, "What?"

Mo Motang's gaze was nowhere to be seen, Xu Xu stared at a figure that hadn't appeared here in the past few days, and said seriously: "Zhao Wan is really lying to me."

Song Bai was dumbfounded.

Shen Motang's mood changed a little quickly, and he said sadly: "He said I have talent."

Song Bai silently lowered his head, staring at the spatula whose head was inexplicably melted off during the cooking process, wondering where Zhao Wan came to his conclusion.

"He must be trying to make me happy."

Song Bai blinked approvingly.

"He won't be allowed to try dishes in the future."

Song Bai secretly sighed.

"But he hasn't heard from him for five days. Didn't the disciple general election end two days ago?"

Song Bai raised his head in a daze, looked at Shen Motang's angry face, and thought about it: "Did you miss him?"

Mo Motang was startled, and immediately denied: "No!"

Song Bai nodded clearly.

Mo Motang panicked, and hurriedly explained: "No! I just wanted to..." I wanted to know what was holding Zhao Wan back.

But there is no way to say this at all.

Mo Motang's heart stopped, and he swallowed the second half of the sentence abruptly, "Forget it, it's nothing."

Song Bai was a little worried, "Really?"

Mo Motang nodded, but felt a little stuffy in his heart.

According to the plot of the original book, after the general election of the disciples, out of jealousy, many disciples suffered a lot from the protagonist who was accepted by Sword Master.

Let’s not talk about the result, let’s just talk about Zhaowan. Zhaowan was not in Changtianzong at that time. The disciple was sent away the next day after the general election. Characters leave opportunities.

But now?

The "Fifth Protector" is precisely Changqing's evil taste. As long as there is any change in Zhaowan's position, Changqing will send him an information letter.

It doesn't matter whether he needs it or wants to read it, so the number of times he is kicked out of the study is increasing.

Well, the matter of long-term love is another matter. In short, the conclusion is that Zhao Wan is still in Chang Tianzong, and I don't know why.

Mo Motang sighed, and instead of going to grab the broken spatula with Song Bai, he directly made a new one out of mustard seeds, and put it into the pot when Song Bai was not paying attention.

A clatter.

Perhaps Mo Motang used too much force.

It may also be that the pot on the stove has been in disrepair for a long time.

In short, in front of the two similar but different stunned faces, a huge hole was suddenly broken in the big iron pot on the stove.

The soup dripped and splashed into the firewood, suppressing a few hot burning flames.

wow——

The fireworks collapsed, and countless sparks shot out, almost burning his fingertips.

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Zhao Wan rejected Zhao Ling's mission and accepted a disciple's mission.

At the same time, in Zhao Ling's angry voice transmission, he ignored the disciple Zhao Ling assigned to him.

Coincidentally, the assigned disciple was Yue Xingxun who had met him once, and even traveled with him for a while.

But in the end, Zhao Wan still didn't accept any disciple.

This was his first real defiance of the mission.

What Mo Mo Tang said is still vivid in his memory, he asked him to accept disciples with his own will.

He couldn't understand why Mo Motang said such things to him, or in such a gesture.

But he still thought about it seriously, checked it carefully, and looked at everyone in the venue during the general election of his disciples. Unfortunately, none of them were within the scope of his will.

In other words, he never thought of accepting disciples.

He doesn't know how to teach people at all, and asking him to accept apprentices is tantamount to letting him waste a monk's talent.

So now, he silently ignored Zhao Ling's outburst of anger, and faced the precepts on the entire wall of the precept room, his mind wandered far away.

He was missing the dinner made by Shen Tang.

It's not tasty at all, you can't even taste the food, and there are occasional lumps of iron that have melted and re-condensed.

It's amazing.

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