Hearing that the cheap master could solve his own problems, Tang Fan was immediately overjoyed.

He stopped eating, put down his chopsticks and asked expectantly, "Master, how can you help me solve it?"

"Ahem, for the teacher...... Of course, the teacher can cook, but what is the identity of the teacher, how can he cook in person!" Old man Ding stiffened his neck, looking like I was a master, how could I do such a bad thing.

Tang Fan looked at Old Man Ding's slightly unnatural face suspiciously, and always felt that this old man's words were untrue.

"So how can you help me solve it?"

"Although the teacher can't help you by himself, the two servants of the teacher can, one of them is a housekeeper, and the other is a cook, and it's more than enough to cook your small shop!"

Tang Fan was surprised: "Is there anyone else around you?" or a servant?"

Ding Yiyuan immediately glared at him, "Why, although the old man has no children and no daughters, does the old man have to be alone!"

Then he said a little stunned: "They can't be regarded as servants, although they are not related to the old man, but the three of us have lived together for decades, and they are already my only relatives......"

Old man Ding's words carried some indescribable faint sadness, and Tang Fan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart when he heard it.

He deliberately pretended to be dissatisfied, and shouted: "What do you mean by three lonely old men, plus me, it should be four...... Well, it's three old men plus a handsome young man!"

Ding Yiyuan glanced at him, "With your appearance, at most you are handsome, and handsome! Why didn't I find you so ......thick-skinned before?"

"It's true that it wasn't so thick before, isn't it just what I learned from you in the past two days......"

"Hey, you stinky boy......"

"Hey...... What, Master, where are your two old servants now? Do you need me to pick them up?" Tang Fan saw that Old Man Ding's mood had changed, and immediately asked with a straight face.

"You don't need to pick them up, they should already be on their way, if they are fast, they will be there this afternoon, even if they are slow, they will definitely be able to come over tomorrow morning." ”

"Oh, that's right. Tang Fan nodded, and then asked, "That'...... How's that chef servant of yours?"

Ding Yiyuan squinted at him, "What's the matter, I'm afraid that his skills will smash your signboard?"

"No, no, just ask......"

Tang Fan said this, but his face was indeed a little worried.

Ding Yiyuan snorted disdainfully, "The old man was not embarrassed to talk about you before, with your broken skills, you are eight streets worse than my old servant!"

Tang Fan was not happy when he heard this, "Although I am not a top chef, I am also a master chef, and no matter how awesome a chef is, I can't throw me eight streets!

"Dumping you eight streets is dumping you eight streets, if he wasn't here for the past two days, the old man wouldn't even be able to eat the broken vegetables you made!"

"Hey~ I think it's unpalatable, so why don't you cook it yourself! Don't you know how to cook......"

"Old man...... The old man looks like he's going to clean up the portal!"

Seeing that the old man's face was flushed, and he was ready to raise his hand to hit someone, Tang Fan hurriedly picked up a vegetable basin, "What, eat and eat, if you don't eat vegetables, it will be cold......"

Tang Fan was picking up the vegetables in his mouth, and he was wondering in his heart: Why is the old man a little emotionally unstable when he mentions cooking? Is there something hidden in this~

…………

After the uneasy lunch, Tang Fan continued his great business of saving 'toothpicks'.

All afternoons were spent doing a trilogy of 'eating, practicing, doing'.

And with his unremitting efforts, the aura toothpick in his body has finally reached the achievement of five, which is really gratifying......

After another crazy workout, Tang Fan collapsed on the recliner tiredly again, and he didn't want to move a finger on his body, just lay quietly for a while.

Ding Yiyuan looked at the apprentice who was like a dead dog, "Don't lie down, it's time to make dinner, hurry up and cook for the teacher......"

Tang Fan immediately complained bitterly, "I said why are you hungry again! I didn't see you exercising and eating like me after eating, but you didn't pull it down when I ate, you ate more than me...... But why are you hungry faster than me, it's not scientific!"

"As a teacher, you naturally don't have to jump up and down like you to eat, and when your body is full of spiritual energy, you will know why, don't talk nonsense now, hurry up and cook!"

It's a pot of aura again!

Tang Fan rolled his eyes silently, and said weakly: "I really don't want to move now, Master, if you are hungry, why don't you cook yourself......?"

"You are the master, I am the master, how can there be a master who cooks for the apprentice!"

"I don't want to try your skills, you say I'm not good at cooking, so I don't have to learn from it......"

Tang Fan, who was slumped in the chair, didn't notice that Old Man Ding's face was a little dark after saying this.

“…… You really don't do it?"

"I really don't want to do it!"

"Then it looks like the old man is going to clean the door again!" Old man Ding began to raise his hand again......

"Gotta gotcha, I'm afraid of you, I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Seeing the old man's raised palm, Tang Fan hurriedly sat up straight.

Don't look at the palm of the hand is a little thin, but the strength inside is great, and if the strength to smash the table is on the body, it can still be good!? Although I know that this cheap master will definitely not be heavy on himself, but the pain of flesh and skin is definitely inevitable, and he is not a masochist, so it is better to be honest......

Just when Tang Fan reluctantly got up from the recliner, outside the small courtyard, two slight brake sounds sounded, followed by a 'bang' knock on the door.

[Hmm, the sun is about to set, there won't be any diners coming here, are you!

Tang Fan frowned and got up to open the door.

The door opens.

"Eh, Big Guy Liu?" Tang Fan exclaimed in surprise.

He didn't expect that the person standing outside the door was Liu Jingya's father, Liu Jinming, the boss of Dongshun City, so in surprise, he called out all the names he usually called out in his heart.

"Oh, Mr. Tang, don't make fun of me, I can't be called a big guy. Liu Jinming smiled and waved his hand, his tone seemed to be smooth and natural, but in fact, his posture was very low, and he even used the word 'you'.

"Hehe, slip of the tongue, Uncle Liu came over so late...... Is there something wrong?" Tang Fan spoke very politely, and he was not arrogant because of the big guy's low profile, people were not for themselves, they were for their own cheap master.

And although he was a little annoyed by Liu Jinming's ventilated report, if it weren't for him, he wouldn't have become a martial artist, so he had to thank others for really pursuing it, plus Liu Jingya's little girl was also half a friend, so no matter what way you look at it, Tang Fan should be polite to this big guy.