All the dead men stared at the subordinate who tried the food, ready to kill Yin Wuchang if something went wrong.

After drinking the porridge, the next person trembled and waited for the judgment of fate, Zong Huo's narrowed eyes stared at his face: "Is it delicious?" ”

Where did the next person take care of the taste of porridge when he died, and when he heard this, his face turned even more pale and said: "Small, villain, no, I don't know..."

Zong Huo looked at him, suddenly snatched the porridge, and before the dead man had time to dissuade him, he raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

At the moment of entrance, Zong Huo's face twitched.

The dead man was shocked: "Childe! ”

Zong Huo's eyes were squirming, "This is delicious, bring the rest to my son." ”

The faces of the dead were cloudy, and they looked at each other for a moment. The man who tried it sat down on the ground, as if he had just escaped from the ghost gate.

A subordinate trembled and held the remaining porridge and came to Zong Huo's eyes, Zong Huo stared at it with greed.

The leader of the dead asked coldly when Zong Huo was drinking porridge: "What about Yin Wuchang?" ”

The subordinate whispered: "Rest assured, the leader, he has been watched by several of our brothers, and he can't leave the kitchen for a single step." ”

At present, it has been half an hour since the subordinate drank the porridge, and the subordinate did not show any discomfort. If there is a poison that can wait until now to prevent it from happening, I am afraid that it does not exist in the world.

Only then did the leader of the dead turn around coldly, just in time to see Ji Langzhong cowering at the door. It seems that Ji Langzhong is also afraid, his life is already tied to the waist of his pants, and he may be discarded at any time.

Zong Huo Suzhai's problem has been solved, and the rest is to wait for the famous doctor from Chang'an to reply, and Zong Chuke will definitely exhaust his means to exchange his son's life for no matter how many people's lives.

In the kitchen, Yin Wuchang stared at the dead man, "Lao Yu has been studying cooking for decades, and no diner has ever said that he is dissatisfied, and Lao Yu pushed the invitation of the three abbots to come here..."

Ji Langzhong hurriedly walked over: "Gongzi asked Yin Shenchu to rest in the mansion for the past two days, so you can't be rude." ”

Yin Wuchang, who was originally pointed at by a sharp knife, grinned at the corner of his mouth after hearing it, and stared at the dead man.

The dead man put away his knife, looked at Ji Langzhong expressionlessly, and then left the courtyard.

Ji Langzhong turned around and arched his hand and said, "The villain, this will bandage your wounds for you..."

Yin Wuchang still has a blood mark cut by a knife in his neck, which is oozing blood, and this life was picked up from the ghost gate.

But after that, the status of the god chef has changed, it turns out that there is really a wonderful cooking skill in the world to make Zhai dishes into meat umami, and every day Yin Wuchang's cooking process is under the surveillance of the dead man in all directions, except for the "unique secret system" that he will pour into every time.

As for Ji Langzhong, he will use a silver needle to check Yin Wuchang's food every day to ensure that it is correct, and there will be someone to try it.

But as Zong Huo's appetite grew bigger and bigger, the ingredients he collected every day could no longer satisfy him.

The subordinate lowered his head and said: "Today, Childe, I said that I want to eat vegetarian dishes with the taste of stewed abalone..."

Zong Huo didn't even satisfy Yin Wuchang's daily cooking, instead of ordering his own food every day, all the flavors had to meet his requirements.

Yin Wuchang held the kitchen knife in the kitchen and chuckled: "Stewed abalone?" Yes, but I need something. ”

The leader of the dead soldiers said coldly: "What you need, we will prepare for you." ”

Yin Wuchang simply stared at him and said, "You can't find what I need." ”

The leader of the dead had a cold gaze, and he subconsciously wanted to hold the knife, but this time Yin Wuchang was no longer afraid of him, and said with a smile: "You can send someone to follow, but I must find the ingredients myself." ”

The dead man's knife was slowly put down: "Then you can't leave the boundary of Wuzhou." ”

Yin Wuchang raised his head and smiled: "Don't worry, it's in Wuzhou." ”

…

The leader of the dead soldiers sent two capable generals to keep an eye on Yin Wuchang, and Yin Wuchang turned around the streets of Wuzhou until the dead soldiers who followed him found that many streets had been walked through.

After discovering it, they immediately forced Yin Wuchang to ask: "Don't play tricks?" ”

Yin Wuchang smiled faintly: "Isn't this already here." ”

The dead men immediately turned around and saw a thatched hut behind them, crammed into the cracks of several houses, so completely ignored.

This Yin Wuchang deliberately went around a few more times, just to see if they could find out here?

"Get in!" The dead man pushed Yin Wuchang, who was still and was still in his hand.

Yin Wuchang was rooted in the soles of his feet, "I can only go in alone." ”

The dead men looked at each other: "What tricks do you want to play?" ”

Yin Wuchang simply stopped talking.

A dead man immediately stepped forward and kicked open the door of the thatched hut with his foot, and when he stepped in, he found that the thatched hut was three feet square and empty at all.

After the dead man came out, he faced Yin Wuchang: "There is no one inside." ”

Yin Wuchang said lightly: "I said, if someone other than me goes in, it won't be of any use." ”

"You!"

When the dead man was about to make a move, he was stopped by another dead man, and the dead man stared at Yin Wuchang with deep eyes: "Give you half a pillar of incense time." ”

The corners of Yin Wuchang's mouth hooked: "Enough." ”

Yin Wuchang pushed the door in again under the gaze of the two dead soldiers, but before the two of them could see clearly, Yin Wuchang quickly closed the door.

In the thatched hut, no movement came out. The two dead men were both masters, and their ears were far more sensitive than ordinary people, but no matter how they listened with their eyes, they couldn't hear anything.

The two looked at each other as if they had some feelings. The half-pillar of incense passed quickly, and sure enough... There was still no Yin Wuchang coming out of the hut.

The two of them no longer hesitated, quickly raised their knives, their hands fell, the door of the thatched hut cracked, and after the smoke and dust fell, the two rushed in and saw Yin Wuchang standing at the table.

Yin Wuchang slowly stuffed the things on the table into the baggage, and did not react to the fierce dead man behind him. He still seemed to look at them leisurely: "I've got the things, let's go." ”

The dead man stared coldly at the thing in his hand, it was something like ginseng, and they looked at Yin Wuchang: "Ginseng is a hot thing, it must not be eaten by the son, you really harbor evil intentions." ”

Yin Wuchang sneered and said, "Harboring evil intentions? Why don't you take a closer look at what this ginseng is made of? ”

The two dead men looked at each other, and one stepped forward and reached out to take the "ginseng" to observe.

It turned out to be just a carrot carved in the shape of ginseng.

Yin Wuchang snatched the carrot away: "If your son wants to eat stewed abalone with ginseng, you have to let the old man prepare something like ginseng." He snorted.

Of course, the dead soldiers couldn't say anything, so they could only pull their faces and stare at Yin Wuchang and return to Zong Huo's mansion.

After a while, Yin Wuchang will be locked in the kitchen to cook, and the fragrance coming from it will make everyone salivate.

The leader of the dead soldiers questioned the dead soldiers: "Where are you and where did you find this..."'Divine Kitchen'?" He never let go of his suspicions about Yin Wuchang, it's just that this person hasn't shown any flaws for so many days.

The two dead soldiers looked at each other: "The leader of Qiyu is one of our informants in Wuzhou for many years, and he is very reliable. ”

After all, except for the senior monks of the temple, no one has really seen the appearance of the divine kitchen, but the food that Yin Wuchang has been cooking in the house in the past few days is obvious to all. If you want to pretend to be a god chef, ordinary people may not have such ability.

"Thatched hut?" The leader of the dead shrank his gaze, "Do you remember where that house was?" ”

The two said: "Remember, that Yin Wuchang deliberately walked around the road, and that place was on the corner of Qing'an Street." ”

It was already suspicious to walk around the road, not to mention that it was still in such a remote location, and even the thatched hut did not know when it was placed there.

The leader of the dead had a cloudy look in his eyes, and finally he was still uneasy and said, "You take me there immediately." ”

The two looked at each other: "Now?" ”

The leader of the dead stared at the movement in the kitchen, his eyes were gloomy: "No, wait until night." ”

——

This time, the "stewed abalone" was stewed for two hours. By the time it came out, it was already dark.

Ji Langzhong cautiously tested the poison with a silver needle, and said to Zong Huo: "Childe, please rest assured." ”

The two subordinates who tried it immediately stepped forward tremblingly, scooped two spoonfuls of soup in front of Zong Huo, and drank it. It really tastes like abalone and ginseng...

The people in the room who smelled it bowed their heads, afraid that they would not be able to bear the delicacy. It should be said that all the meals Yin Wuchang has cooked in the past two days make people feel this way.

Zong Huo's eyes also showed longing, he looked up at the dead soldiers in front of him, all of them were like facing a great enemy, and their faces were cold. Every day, Zong Huo had to face the faces of these dead people, but today, he especially felt unbearable.

Zong Huo suddenly felt a smell of oiliness: "Get out!" Don't affect my child's appetite! ”

The face of the leader of the dead changed: "Childe! ”

Zong Huo's face sank, and the anger in his chest was even worse, and he said gloomily: "You don't even want to let my son eat with peace of mind, do you want to make my son disgusting with that face?" ”

Eating, drinking, and having fun in the mansion these days, Zong Huo seemed to feel that he was already safe, which fueled his inferior nature again.

The leader of the dead clenched his fists, turned around suddenly, and walked out with all the dead in the house.

Zong Huo's eyes flashed with color.

"Bring the soup to my son!" The man bowed his body and slowly served the ginseng soup with both hands.

When Zong Huo stretched out his hand to take it, he heard a soft and delicate voice: "The soup has been cooled, please use it..."

Zong Huo's hand paused, staring at the kneeling subordinate in front of him.

"Who are you?"

The figure of the man bowed his back, looking more slender than the average little guy.

The little guy raised his eyes, his eyebrows were clear, and he smiled slightly: "The slave is the subordinate who serves the son in this house." ”

There are dozens of serving servants selected by Zong Chuke for Zong Huo, how can it be possible to remember everyone's face.

The little guy's chest bulged out as if he was carrying something..., Zong Huo's eyes tightened.

And as a man, this little guy's skin is suspiciously white, his hands are delicate and silky, and a similar flush seems to appear on his face.