When she arrived at the kitchen, March vaguely understood the reason why the janitor let her pass the test so easily.

A woman in a black coarse cloth apron squatted in front of a stone stove, occasionally throwing a handful of firewood into the hearth with a hidden weapon. There was an iron pot on the stove, and the water in the pot was boiling and steaming.

"Fresh face, new here?" The woman glanced at her.

"Yes, I was called to help."

The woman's face was happy: "Do you know how to cook?" ”

"Yes."

"I'll leave it to you." After the woman finished speaking, she performed light skills and left the kitchen as if she had escaped.

"......" March looked at the boiled bacon in the pot, the daily food of the Fulong family is at this level?

She couldn't help but think of the reluctance of the boss when she resigned from the innkeeper in the morning, it seems that in Penglai Island, chef is indeed a scarce profession......

*

The Fulong family does not seem to have built a "canteen" facility.

March had to ask the Assassin guarding the door: "The meal is ready." What time do you have dinner? Where to eat? ”

"There's still half an hour. I didn't see the wooden table over there, it was there. Fu Longpan pointed to the courtyard of a certain house, where a long wooden table was placed.

March is a stunned, although it is an alternate world, but similar to ancient East Asia, the NPC's conversation is also quite ancient, the time is measured in "hours" as a unit, and only players will use the term "hours".

Are there any players who are really happy to look at the gate? Moreover, March also told him the NPC communication phrase - "Is there anything you need me to serve", if he is a veteran player, he can immediately detect that something is wrong when he hears this, and he does not react.

So, this person must be a novice, the same as Yinjue, no, even newer than Yinjue!

"Why don't you have chairs?" After many thoughts turned around in her mind, March's face did not show the slightest abnormality, thanks to a certain palace fighting game she had played.

"What chair do you want? Just sit on the ground. Fu Longpan gave her a strange look, as if she had asked a superfluous question.

"Are you used to drinking soup before or after meals?"

"No soup."

"Okay, I see."

March returned to the kitchen, closed the door, and sighed.

No wonder the people of the Fulong family love to wear black clothes, eighty percent because they sit on the ground every day, black is dirt-resistant!

*

The three of them fought for a day and a night, and reached a clearing on the mountainside, and the top of the mountain was already in sight.

"Let's take a break." Fucang proposed.

The two beauties had no objection, and the three sat on the ground.

The ground was muddy, Ling Xiao saw that the orange-pink robe was stained with dust, thinking of the price of the dye, his brows frowned slightly, and then he looked at the floating golden-brown robe was not much better, and he sat wrinkled, and his brows were stretched again.

Youqing was dressed in white, but she didn't care about the cleanliness of her clothes at all, and let the hem of her clothes sink into the mud.

"I'm going to bring a black outfit when I go out in the future." Ling Xiao said.

Seeing that Fucang and Youqing were looking at her a little inexplicably, she felt a sense of loneliness in her heart, these two people are pure combat players, how can you understand her mood of cleanliness?

Fu Cang shrugged his shoulders, in his opinion, if the clothes are dirty, they will be dirty, and it will not affect the performance, and they will change it when they return to the city. If a character sits in the mud for two hours and his clothes are spotless and clean, it is too dramatic.

*

When it was time to eat, three dishes were already set on the long table.

Based on the number of cutlery, March estimated that there were about 30 people a day, so 30 people were prepared for each dish. Since there are only two large bowls that can hold vegetables, cold jellyfish head and salted fish stewed tofu are placed in the bowl, and the double pepper back to the pot meat is directly served in the iron pot.

The ingredients in the kitchen are very limited, and the staple food is only steamed buns. Looking at the number of large bowls, there used to be one or two dishes per meal, which was really miserable, March thought while breaking the steamed buns.

People came to dine one after another, and the number of people was unexpectedly small, only about a dozen.

Fortunately, these people ate happily, and there was no sign of dissatisfaction with the food, and Fu Longpan was full of praise. He took off the mask at some point, revealing a handsome face, judging from his appearance, he was indeed a player.

- This was probably the only public place where the Assassins would take off their veils, as they couldn't eat without taking them off.

March took the opportunity to talk to Fu Longpan and learned that the work of guarding the door and cooking was done by the clansmen in turn, and each person could take their turn about once a month.

"Welcome to officially join the Fulong family, and you will be responsible for cooking in the future." He patted March on the shoulder and said.

"Okay, but I need someone to help me get started." March laughed.

Cooking isn't a difficult task, and the game also makes life skills less difficult. She is here to inquire about the news, not to be a professional cook, so she has to think of teaching a few apprentices to come out, so that she can be lazy...... No, no, it's easy to move.

"No problem, that's still the old rule, everyone takes turns to give you a hand."

Seeing that he promised so easily, March couldn't help asking, "Don't you need to have a meeting to discuss it?" ”

"I am the patriarch of the family, one of the first people to follow the patriarch, and I can still call the shots in this little thing." Fu Longpan looked at her strangely, why did this girl always ask some extra questions?

"Why didn't you see your patriarch?" Change the subject in March.

Another redundant question......

"The patriarch is uncertain, no one knows where he is, and he is generally only seen on monthly hunts."

"Hunting?"

"Once a month, the patriarch takes us to hunt monsters in the East China Sea, and all clansmen can join. But there was a requirement, and only the weapons of the Assassins could be used. ”

"But I won't use an assassin's weapon."

"You want to go too?" Fu Longpan pondered for a moment and said, "You are not a combatant, you can bring cooking utensils without weapons." ”

Bring cooking utensils, are you going hunting or picnicing...... March smiled and nodded in thanks.

Later, she heard some news at the dinner table, such as the fact that the Fulong family had just been established for two years, and all the members added up to more than thirty people, most of whom were assassins. These shoddy houses are said to have been built by the patriarch Fu Long Fengfan himself, and with each new member, the patriarch would build another one. Since there was no room to spare, March could only sleep in the kitchen for the time being.

Luckily, it seems that because the system identifies the kitchen as her "private home", she can take it offline.

After the meal, March simply cleaned up the table and went offline to rest.

As the number of diners was significantly lower than expected, there were a lot of dishes left, and they had to be thrown away. Anyway, it was the ingredients of the Fulong family, and the others didn't mind, so she naturally didn't care. These foods are essentially a string of data, and there is no waste or waste.