Raising his eyes to look at the things on the old man's stall, Ling Lin finally found the thing that resonated with his body.

After clearing a large pile of garbage and finding the thing from the bottom, Ling Lin was stunned on the spot.

Because he found out that this thing was actually a pot.

"I'll go, boss, are you okay and still sell pots? Could it be that this pot is also a ritual weapon? ”

Ling Lin looked at the boss with a confused expression, and the boss also looked at Ling Lin with a confused expression.

After a long time, the owner of the stall spoke with an embarrassed face.

"That young man, I don't know much about this, I'm just a! I don't know what's in this, there's a pot here, it's probably just a defective product! If you want it, you don't need any money, just take it! ”

Seeing that the old man seemed to be quite kind, Ling Lin thought that he couldn't take advantage of others, although the old man couldn't see it, but he himself knew that there must be something wrong with this pot.

If it was no problem, why did he have such a strong feeling to come and take this pot?

Ling Lin took a closer look and found that this pot was really nothing special except that it was full of rust.

After thinking about it carefully, Ling Lin finally took out 100 yuan from his pocket and handed it to the old man.

This hundred yuan is exchanged for credits, and when money is exchanged in school, one credit can be exchanged for 1,000 yuan.

In other words, he can earn 8,000 yuan by collecting garbage from four canteens in one night, and two days ago he exchanged 5 credits and kept 5,000 yuan on his body, which can be used to buy daily necessities.

After receiving the 100 yuan handed over by Ling Lin, the old man was very excited, these rags really can't be sold for much money, especially this pot. Obviously, this is not even a magic weapon.

After paying, Ling Lin took the pot and turned around and wanted to leave, but at this time, the old man suddenly called out to him.

"Young man, wait a while, this pot is worthless, it's really worthless, well, what's the matter, I have a book here or I'll give it to you, it's a bonus for this pot!"

As he spoke, the old man picked up a book that was relatively well preserved. Ling Lin took a look at it and found that it was written as a food safety guide.

I was stunned for a moment, what is this thing called? Food safety guide, does he need this kind of thing?

However, it was the old man's thoughts, and he didn't think much about it, so he put away the book, nodded to the old man, and then turned away.

Because of the relationship between holding a pot, Ling Lin had no way to go shopping.

So in the end, Ling Lin returned to school with the pot and this food safety guide.

Back in the dormitory, Ling Lin was washing the pot in the toilet, and at the same time, he was thinking about how to sell these messy scraps into money.

"It's good to come here and be covered, you don't have to worry about money at all, it's good, not only do you have to take care of yourself, but you also have to take care of yourself to make money, and now you have to find a way to find a place to open a store!"

"Then again, why am I always looking for a storefront? I finally found a good address for a farmhouse in Qingshanzhai, and before this store opened, it was brought here in a daze! ”

"I just found a way to make money here, but I have to find a store in a daze, it seems to be a vicious circle!"

While brushing the pot, Ling Lin sighed, and after a while, Ling Lin sighed, and the pot was finished.

After brushing the pot, Ling Lin found that this pot was nothing special, it was just an iron pot, but what was interesting was that there seemed to be some strange lines on the back of this iron pot.

Looking at these strange lines, Ling Lin was stunned, and then reached out and touched them.

However, as soon as his fingers touched these lines, Ling Lin felt that the pot was connected with the breath of his body.

Ling Lin was shocked, and just wanted to leave, but he saw that the lines on these pots had changed in color, from the original black to red.

"What the hell is the color-changing pot? Who is so boring to make a pot-shaped ritual vessel? ”

As the lines turn red, the whole pot also begins to turn red slowly, as if the red lines spread to the whole pot.

And when the pot began to turn red, Ling Lin felt a strange heat.

Ling Lin was stunned for a moment, at this time he suddenly realized a problem, this was originally a pot, so now it turns red theoretically by heating itself.

"How do you say that? Does this person mean that he is too lazy to grow maggots? Or is this person boring, or is this person too industrious, who has nothing to do, and would make a pot that can be heated by himself as a magic weapon? ”

Ling Lin's face was full of confusion, he had seen many kinds of magic weapons, what kind of sword that could fly, what kind of gun that could eject lasers, etc., but was it necessary to make a magic weapon like a self-heating pot?

However, since the pot was hot, Ling Lin felt that he should not waste it, after all, he still had to pay for the electricity bill for the induction cooker he usually used.

Hurriedly picked up the pot and rushed out of the toilet, and began to put ingredients in the pot.

After putting all the ingredients in, Ling Lin originally wanted to take some firewood and burn it twice, but what he didn't expect was that after the ingredients were put in, in less than two seconds, all the ingredients had already diffused with fragrance.

Ling Lin was stunned again, he hadn't put oil in it yet, how could this ingredient be cooked as soon as it was dipped in the pot? And it's all about color and fragrance.

"me, is this pot capable of cooking things quickly? Anyway, it looks good and smells good, but I don't know what it tastes like? ”

Thinking of this, Ling Lin poured out the fried chicken thighs, chicken wings, and some pork belly.

After sprinkling some salt, Ling Lin stuffed a chicken leg into his mouth.

At this moment, Ling Lin was surprised.

He still knows a lot about his cooking skills, he is not a professional chef, and making these things is just doing them casually, that is, people in this world, who have never eaten anything good, so they treat the food he makes as delicious.

In fact, there is still a big gap between his cooking skills and professional chefs.

But this moment is different, his fried chicken thighs are tender and juicy, the skin is crispy and golden, just sprinkle a little salt, and it is already delicious.

And the fried pork belly has also been turned into small crispy meat, which is very delicious, and it can be said that this pot automatically completes the most suitable method for these ingredients.

Looking at the pot in his hand, Ling Lin understood that it was not he who chose this pot, but this pot who chose him.

He and this pot are a natural pair, flatbread and fritters should be together!

It was at this time that the door was opened.

Ling Lin turned his head, and saw Xu Yue, whose saliva was almost on the ground, standing at his door wearing a white dress.

Seeing Xu Yue's appearance like an idiot, Ling Lin hurriedly dragged her in.