The moon is bright and clear, and the night is silent.

The huge Qinwu Commercial House was silent, there was no candle flame, and it was pitch black, only one place was brightly lit, as bright as day.

Kitchen.

The spirit oil boiled, the frying spoon turned, and the sound of cooking was endless, and after a moment it fell silent.

In its place is the scent, an indescribable fragrance that is enough to whet anyone's appetite and to make anyone admire.

The aroma comes from a plate of egg fried rice, the grains are golden, like gold, and bloom with a faint light.

The fragrance of rice and the fragrance of spiritual eggs are perfectly integrated, even if they are not the extreme, they are not far apart.

Qin Che's cooking skills are too high, in terms of home-cooked food alone, he can be called perfect, and the third-order chefs can't compare to him.

Moreover, he also has the ability to defy the heavens and the taste of a chef.

Exquisite cooking skills and incredible flavours complement each other to create a plate of delicious egg fried rice and a rising star.

"I can't believe it's my doing."

Looking at the egg fried rice that was blooming with golden light, Qin Che picked up the spoon and tasted it, his expression suddenly became strange.

It's not too bad, it's too tasty.

Spoonful after spoonful, Qin Che was swept away by the clouds, and he couldn't stop at all.

It was so delicious, he had never eaten such a delicious egg fried rice, even compared to the delicacies of Mochizuki Tower, it was not inferior.

"It's incredible, if I go back to my hometown, I can have a place in the chef world with fried rice alone."

Swallowing the last grain of golden rice into his stomach, Qin Che reluctantly put down the spoon, still unfinished, and the aftertaste was endless.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no overnight lingmi, the freshly steamed lingmi fried rice would have greatly reduced the taste, and he would have lit a fire and put oil on it a long time ago.

After condensing the chef's imprint, the system issued a low-level task to ask Qin Che to make a plate of egg fried rice, and he just wanted to see what level his cooking skills had reached.

As a result, he was shocked and confident.

The system is so rebellious that just one of the most advanced cookbooks has made his cooking skills soar to an astonishing level.

It is not an exaggeration to say that in the same realm, it is difficult for Qin Che to find an opponent.

"It's a pity that the spirit rice is the worst, and the spirit eggs are not very good, if it is a good ingredient, the taste will be better."

Qin Che regretted that 100,000 years ago, ninety percent of the monks would not eat grains and the flesh and blood of demon beasts.

One is because monks can not eat or drink, and the other is because of the grains and grains, the flesh and blood of demon beasts contain impurities, which is not conducive to cultivation.

Nowadays, however, nine out of ten monks eat and drink, and eat three meals a day.

After 100,000 years of development, the five grains and the flesh and blood of demon beasts are no longer impurities, but contain aura, which is of great benefit to cultivation.

This is also the reason why the price of ingredients remains high and the food industry is extremely prosperous.

"With the qualifications and the ability to be in the limelight, the only obstacle is the production method."

"So far, I haven't thought about it, I can only rely on the Pure Heart Concentration Bell, but the third realm is not easy to break through."

Qin Che sighed softly, looking at the silver bell wrapped around his wrist, quite helpless.

The Pure Heart Concentration Bell is the key to taking the second step, and only by stepping into the third realm can there be enough mana to urge and awaken the forgotten memory.

At this moment, Qin Che was only one step away from the third realm, but this step was difficult to take.

"Let's take one step at a time, I can't wait." Qin Che muttered and left the kitchen.

…

The morning sun rises and shines on the earth.

Qin Che stretched his waist, and then closed the boring romance novel, and the idea of writing became stronger and stronger.

He was sure that the gods and demons trilogy would definitely be red to purple, not to mention the Great Xia Dynasty, it would not be difficult to move the world.

However, the time is not yet ripe.

Qin Che's foundation is shallow and he can't withstand the toss, he must make sure that every step is correct.

Therefore, the trilogy of gods and demons can only be postponed.

"I have to go to Mochizuki Tower to sign up."

Looking at the bright sunshine, Qin Che came to Wu Xiangwei's room, and wanted to push the door in, but thinking of Wu Xiangwei's anger, the hand pushing the door suddenly stopped.

Although Wu Xiangwei tolerated him everywhere, it was for the sake of Old Man Wu's face, if he pushed the door in, he would see what he shouldn't see, and it would be light.

At that moment, Qin Che knocked lightly on the door and said, "Miss Wu, can you accompany me out?" ”

"Not available."

Wu Xiangwei's expression was indifferent, attracting the aura of heaven and earth into his body, washing the scriptures and cutting the marrow, and meditating and cultivating.

She can have today's brilliant achievements, one is because of talent, and the other is because of hard work.

She is dedicated to preaching, except for cultivation, she has nothing else to think about, nothing else to do.

"Didn't I tell you that someone wanted my life? If you don't accompany me, I'm afraid I won't see the sun tomorrow. ”

Qin Che sighed lightly, the two second-order assassins, they couldn't help him, as long as the employer was not stupid, he would definitely ask a monk above the third order to make a move.

With his strength, killing a second-order monk was like slaughtering a pig and a dog, but in the face of a third-order monk, he could only be captured.

"What does it have to do with me? If you die, Qin Wu Commercial House will be mine alone. Wu Xiangwei is still indifferent, and his words are like knives, which makes people feel cold.

"Are you willing to let me die?"

Qin Che shook his head and smiled, Wu Xiangwei is a knife mouth, a knife heart, but for him, it is a blunt knife.

Hurts, but not kills.

"Don't disturb my cultivation." Wu Xiangwei frowned slightly, and did not answer Qin Che's question directly.

Qin Che's words put her in a dilemma, saying that she was willing, for fear of hurting Qin Che's heart, and if she said that she was reluctant, she had to admit that she was tempted.

"You really don't want to accompany me? I'm here for the sake of Qin Wu Trading House. Qin Che persuaded that if Wu Xiangwei was willing to accompany him, then even if the mastermind behind the scenes invited a fifth-order powerhouse, he would not be afraid.

"I said, not available." Wu Xiangwei's tone was cold, leaving no room for turnaround.

"Well, since you refuse to accompany me, then I have to find Wang Zhong." Qin Che was helpless, although Wang Zhong was a second-order monk, he was also an assassin and a guard, and his combat power was good.

The two joined forces, and the third-order cultivator couldn't please him.

At that moment, Qin Che stepped away and walked towards Wang Zhong's room.

Sensing Qin Che leaving, Wu Xiangwei hesitated for a moment, then stood up and quietly followed behind Qin Che.

She kept saying to herself that it was only because of Old Man Wu's wish that she wanted to protect Qin Che.

…

Qinwu Commercial Bank is not far from Wangyue Tower, only two streets away, and people come and go, and the river is endless.

However, Qin Che didn't dare to be careless.

This is a world where strength is respected, although Great Xia is a country governed by law, which can be called orderly, but killing people on the street is also a common thing.

Therefore, Qin Che was on guard, and so was Wang Zhong.

Qin Che was his life-saving benefactor, and he gave him a decent salary, how could he not do his best?

It turned out that Qin Che's worries were correct, and just as he was about to arrive at the Moon Tower, a gray-haired old woman bumped into him.

At the moment of physical contact, the three-foot Qingfeng was silent, approaching Qin Che's throat.

The momentum of a third-order monk, the edge of a third-order monk, Qin Che could not avoid it, and he could only resist it with the Taiji Divine Diagram.