After reading Su Xin's daily cognition, he casually flipped through the books on cultivation, most of which were explained in pictures and texts, which were clear at a glance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "I'm not in a hurry at this time, it's almost time, it's time to help in the kitchen." Su Xin stuffed the last piece of pastry into her mouth, clapped her hands, straightened her dress, and went out in the direction of the kitchen. Huang Lao, I'm here to help. As soon as Su Xin stepped into the kitchen, Huang Lao stuffed a vegetable basket into her hand. Girl, choose this green. ”

"Oh." Su Xin took the vegetable basket and squatted aside to pick it up.

After choosing for a while, Huang Lao glanced here, "Girl, did you choose this green vegetable for pigs?" ”

"Huh?!"

"Remove all the yellow leaves, not a single bit!"

"Oh!" Su Xin pouted, what a waste. After a while, when Su Xin put the washed vegetables aside, Huang Lao handed her a killed chicken, "Pluck out the chicken feathers." ”

"Okay." Su Xin took the chicken and continued to work.

"The chicken feathers are not plucked clean." Huang Lao lifted the bare chicken and looked left and right, and pointed to the fluff on the chicken wings and legs.

Su Xin was speechless, took the chicken, and carefully plucked it clean.

"Chop these peppers."

"Hmm."

"Not broken enough, keep going!"

"Oh."

"Spread this fish with spices."

"The belly of the fish is not wiped enough, go on!"

"Make a Fire"

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Su Xin was busy and sweating profusely. This is simply picking bones in eggs, but it's just cooking a meal, how can anyone be so picky. The stomach is full of complaints, and I dare not attack.

"The fire is not big enough, add firewood!"

"The fire is too big, withdraw it!"

"Add too much water, spoon off!"

Huang Lao's call kept coming from the kitchen, Su Xin drooped his face the whole time, and the movements of his hands became faster and faster, just wanting to finish the preparation of this lunch quickly.

Half an hour later, all the dishes were ready, and plates were placed on the table. Su Xin sat on the stone chair outside the kitchen, and didn't even bother to lift her eyelids except for moving her nose from time to time to absorb the tempting fragrance.

After Huang Lao divided the meal, he rang the bell outside the kitchen. When Lin Zhu and the others came to get food, and when they saw the dead fish-like vegetarian heart, their eyes were full of schadenfreude. Qianzhi Qiansi shook his head sympathetically.

"Yours, big portions." Huang Lao put the meal on the stone table, poured himself a glass of sake, and squinted to enjoy it.

When Su Xin heard the word "big portion", her eyes lit up. Pick up the chopsticks and eat them. It's not in vain that I have worked so hard to prepare, and it's really unbalanced if I don't eat too much.

"Do you think I'm picky?" Huang Lao glanced at Su Xin, who was eating happily.

Su Xin puffed out her cheeks like a chipmunk, nodded subconsciously, then thought of something, and quickly shook her head. If you annoy Old Man Huang, you will be punished for washing the toilet!

Huang Lao looked at Su Xin's reaction amusedly, and tapped her little head with his fingers. Su Xin smiled embarrassedly.

"You're not the first person to help me prepare the ingredients, it's normal to have complaints. Including your master and uncle Lin Zhu, they were all caught by me to help. You're kind of patient. Huang Lao said leisurely, picking up a green vegetable and stuffing it into his mouth.

"No wonder they're so afraid of you, they're afraid to do this job!" Su Xin suddenly realized.

"That's because they don't appreciate the joy and fulfillment of it. In fact, cooking is the same as cultivating. Huang Lao picked up a glass of sake and savored it.

"Can cooking and cultivation be the same?" Su Xin wiped her mouth and asked curiously.

"Cooking is about the details, from the preparation of the ingredients to the completion of the dish, every step has an impact on the taste, smell and taste. For example, the freshness of the ingredients, the grasp of the seasoning, the control of the firepower, etc., must not be sloppy from beginning to end. That's the difference between being delicious and being able to eat. In the same way, cultivation is inseparable from solid theories, comprehension of moves, study of exercises, and accumulation of actual combat. Without any step, it is impossible to become a master. Huang Lao said meaningfully.

"I see, no wonder your old man can make such delicious food, I am really taught. Then Huang Lao, your cultivation is definitely not low. Su Xin held her cheeks and looked at Huang Lao adoringly.

"Ahem." Huang Lao looked away in embarrassment, "I have always aimed to pursue cooking skills, but my cultivation has been delayed. ”

Forehead..

"I still admire you, I'll come to help tomorrow, can I learn cooking from you?" Su Xin asked with starry eyes.

"Of course, you can, as long as you're not afraid of me being harsh. Also, if you learn from me, you must persevere, and you are not allowed to run away halfway, and you will lose my face if you say it. Huang Lao raised the cup and drank it all, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said slowly.

"Well, it won't! Thank you, Mr. Huang! Su Xin replied seriously, but his eyes were aimed at Huang Lao's untouched chicken legs.

"Now, let's eat. I really don't know how you can eat so much at such a young age. Huang Lao wordlessly picked up the chicken leg and put it in Su Xin's bowl.

"Hee-hee, thank you! Isn't that my body? Su Xin replied cheekily as she chewed the chicken legs.