This is the first time that Wei Fan has had so much money in thirteen years, and beating three ruffians actually made him get fifty-nine yuan, which made him feel comfortable playing games and fighting monsters in those dreams to burst out gold coins. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, the feeling is the feeling, the rice still has to be eaten, and the cooking skills must also continue to be cultivated, so if you want to solve the problem of eating and practicing cooking skills, you must first buy the ingredients.

"There are still eleven wen here, and with that money, you should be able to buy a lot of good things."

Wei Fan sorted out the small treasury he had secretly saved, and with the money he got from the ruffian, he now actually had seventy yuan.

There is a way that there is food at home, and there is no panic in the heart, and there is money in hand and everything is not busy, and Wei Fan is also ready to be chic. Of course, Wei Fan had to be secretly chic, so as early as before entering Anyi City, Wei Fan made preparations for two days.

He first went to the next village to buy a big hat, this hat is something that most farmers will have, shade in summer and rain in autumn, and travelers who go out basically have a few with them, which is not a rare thing.

The slightly shabby hat was worn on Wei Fan's head, half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the hat, plus he was a thirteen-year-old boy, he was not tall compared to adults, and when he walked in the crowd, basically no one would see his face.

Today, Wei Fan had a gourd hanging from his waist, which contained the half-gourd mushroom soup he had just made, and a big hat on his head, so Wei Fan went to Anyi City.

"Stop, boy, are you from a foreign country? Where the people are, where to go, there can be a certificate. ”

As soon as he arrived at the door, Wei Fan was stopped by the garrison guarding the door, because Wei Fan didn't often enter Anyi City on weekdays, and this time he was wearing a hat, which really made the people guarding the door feel angry.

Although Wei Fan was wearing a hat, his height was indeed a hard injury, and the Eastern Han Dynasty didn't have any shoes to sell with increased height, so the soldiers guarding the door stared at Wei Fan at a glance and stopped him directly.

The task of guarding the door is very important, but it is also very boring, there is no oil and water on weekdays, and the county seat of Anyi is not a big city where businessmen gather, so it is impossible to slaughter a few fat sheep from other towns throughout the year.

However, the soldiers guarding the door watched people enter and exit from this door hole every day, and they had already developed a pair of nail eyes.

In order to take responsibility for his own pocket, Eun ...... By the way, for the sake of harmony and stability in the city, for Wei Fan, a "foreigner", it must be carefully investigated.

Although he looks like a poor ghost, in the eyes of the guards, if he goes out and doesn't have a dozen pennies on him, he is definitely not a good person.

"Hmph."

Just when the gatekeeper looked up and down how much money Wei Fan could come up with, Wei Fan didn't say a word, and let out a cold snort from his nose, but he was prepared, and took out the access control waist card of Wei's back kitchen directly from his arms, shook it in front of the guard's eyes, and covered the name written under the waist card with his little thumb by the way.

"Yo, I don't know if it's the son of the Wei family, the villain should die, damn it." The soldiers guarding the door saw the people of the Wei family every day, and they were naturally used to seeing the access control waist card of the Wei family's back kitchen, and his face changed at the moment, and he hurriedly bent down to apologize and said that it was his own.

Wei Fan didn't pay attention to it, and strode towards the city, but Wei Fan was secretly cool in his heart, and sure enough, such a cold style suited me.

"Phew, little man, what a big head." After Wei Fan walked away, the guard changed his disdain and complained to his companion on the side, originally thought it would be a sheep that could be slaughtered, but who knew that it would be a nail.

"Forget it, don't complain, that waist card seems to be new, it should be one of the new batch of cooking disciples in Wei's back kitchen a few days ago, we can't afford to mess with it." His companion patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly.

"Dressed so shabby, the ghost knows that he is from Wei's kitchen, isn't he just a good tire." The guard had an indifferent look on his face, but a sour tone on his lips.

Wei Fan didn't rush to buy anything after entering the city, he found a stall selling old clothes, got a set of old wide robes from the stall, and found a set of alleys where no one was around.

At this time, Wei Fan was walking around the market in the county town in a wide robe, and after buying a few chili peppers and a few small packets of condiments, he still had fifty-one cents left in his pocket.

"There are more than fifty yuan, what should I buy?"

Wei Fan looked as he walked, he was still going to look around to find out if there was a pot to sell, although he now had a short knife to replace the copper coin knife, but he didn't have a pot to make stir-frying.

After a while, he walked to what looked like a fortune-telling stall, and as he passed by, the fortune teller who set up the stall spoke.

"Little friend, Poor Dao is amazed to see your Heavenly Court full and round, and your bones are amazing, I think you must be a cooking genius that is rare to see in a hundred years." An old voice suddenly exploded in Wei Fan's ears, it was the fortune teller.

The sudden sound startled Wei Fan, he stopped, looked the fortune teller up and down, this is an old man wearing a straw hoop, his half-white hair is mixed with the straw hoop, his face is a white and long beard, which looks a little messy, and he is wearing a dark blue shirt, which generally gives people the feeling that he is: a magic stick!

Wei Fan stared at the fortune teller for a long time before saying, "I think there's something wrong with you, did you see someone say that?" Is there any peerless magic skill, take it out and take a look, what kind of palm technique fell from the sky, or. ”

The fortune teller was robbed by Wei Fan like this, but he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "It's interesting, it's really interesting." ”

"Forget it, let's hurry up, I'm afraid the disease will be contagious."

Wei Fan shook his head, and hurriedly raised his feet to leave, there are many people who pretend to be gods and ghosts in these years, haven't you seen that the horn has created a peaceful road.

"Hey, little friend, stay here, stay back!"

The old man hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Wei Fan and said, "Although I don't have any magic skills, I have a treasure knife here." ”

Wei Fan raised his eyebrows, looked at the old man and said, "Do you have a treasure knife?" ”

"That's right! Treasure knife, cooking treasure knife! The old man nodded affirmatively.

"Cooking knives? Take a look. Wei Fan stretched out his hand towards the old man and made a gesture.

Seeing Wei Fan's look of disbelief and wanting to see it, the fortune teller straightened his messy white beard and smiled: "Where is the old treasure knife, you can see it." ”

"Then you are talking nonsense, how do I know?" Wei Fan looked disdainful.

The old fortune teller smiled mysteriously, pointed to a restaurant next to him, lowered his voice and said to Wei Fan: "The cooking treasure knife will send the chicken if you order it!" ”

"What?!"