The ingredients in the kitchen had already been prepared, and they had already been collected from the street when the dead man set out to find Yin Wuchang. At this time, if Yin Wuchang wants to play any tricks, it is simply impossible.

Yin Wuchang secretly swallowed his saliva and began to walk to the stove, his eyes brushing over the ingredients on the table.

"What's wrong again?" The cold voice of the dead man followed.

Yin Wuchang trembled again, turned his head and said with a smile: "The villain is just thinking about what kind of meal to cook for the prince." ”

The leader of the dead soldiers scratched his eyes, and received information that this god chef could make vegetarian food into fish umami, luscious and expressive, and when he found him, the cook was in his backyard, feeding the chickens in the yard.

In the eyes of the leader of the dead soldiers as if he was staring at the corpse, Yin Wuchang finally sweated in his head, and said with a dry smile: "Yes, presumably, the prince has not eaten meat for many days, his mouth is bitter, and his stomach is dry. The villain now stews a pot of vegetarian porridge for the son, which can not only make the prince feel full, but also not greasy. ”

The leader of the dead stared at him, "Then do it now." ”

Yin Wuchang nodded again and again: "Yes, yes." ”

Just look at Yin Wuchang stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of green onions from the ingredients, and he was about to go to the yard with steps, only there was well water in the yard to wash these vegetables.

Clinker's path was blocked by the knife again, and he looked at the leader of the dead men with a look of horror, not understanding what he wanted to do.

I watched the leader of the dead slowly take back the knife, "Come on, go to the courtyard and fetch a bucket of water." ”

The dead man behind him immediately responded, turned around and walked out of the kitchen door.

Yin Wuchang finally understood that this meal was not ready, and he didn't want to go out of this door today. After all, he is a god chef who has lived for most of his life, and he has seen a lot of the world, so he quickly gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger, turned around and returned to the stove.

After the water came, Yin Wuchang washed all the selected ingredients and threw them on the cutting board.

In the room, Zong Huo was already impatient, and the bloodshot in his eyes became thicker and thicker, "Why haven't you come yet, you want to starve your father."

Son? ”

All the subordinates knelt on the ground, Zong Huo was able to come to Wuzhou safely, and he has lived until now, all thanks to the fact that he has a good father. But he indulged in lust along the way, but he didn't look like a man who had escaped death, and now he was so cruel to the servants who had to serve him for the rest of his life, it was simply inhumane.

Ji Langzhong also said tremblingly: "Don't be impatient, I heard that this chef has always had great cooking rules, and it is because of this that he is respected as a guest by major temples." ”

Masters always have tempers, how can they be compared with ordinary kitchen knives.

Zong Huo threatened: "No matter what kind of god chef this son is, if he can't cook in front of this son in half an hour, this son will want him to become a god chef." ”

Zong Huo's temperament was already clear to the people in this house, they lowered their eyes, and even the words of persuasion were no longer spoken.

Zong Huo sent a subordinate to the kitchen to urge, at that time, Yin Wuchang was fishing the vegetables out of the boiling hot water, "The father-in-law and the father-in-law said that the food should be served within half an hour..."

Seeing Yin Wuchang's hand scooping vegetables, he paused, and his eyes rolled.

In order to serve such a son, everyone is exhausted.

"As long as it is boiling for half an hour, the porridge can be cooked." Yin Wuchang had to smile under the gaze of the dead man.

The leader of the dead stared at the smoking utensils on the stove, and every dish and everything Yin Wuchang took just now did not escape his eyes. Yin Wuchang has no chance to do anything wrong, let alone poison.

In the next half hour, Yin Wuchang carried out his work step by step, he was indeed more proficient in the use of kitchen utensils than ordinary people, when cutting onions on the cutting board, the knife edge was neat and the knife fell evenly. If you are not a person who is highly accomplished in cooking, you will definitely not be able to do much.

In the heart of the leader of the dead soldiers, it seemed to be gloomy and relaxed. But it was only an instant, and a person like him was destined to hand over his life to Zong Huo.

Just when everyone in the room was waiting for Zong Huo's second round of anger, the subordinate who was sent to urge for the third time turned discouraged: "Childe said that he couldn't wait." ”

The leader of the dead immediately stared coldly at Yin Wuchang.

Yin Wuchang was holding the handle of the pot with a handkerchief and slowly took it off the stove: "Okay, it's fine." ”

The leader of the dead turned around indifferently: "Immediately put it out and give it to the child." ”

"Wait a minute, there's one last process." I saw that Yin Wuchang slowly took out a porcelain bottle from his waist, and after opening the red cloth at the mouth of the bottle, he was about to pour it into the pot.

"Bold!" The leader of the dead soldiers' eyes sank suddenly, and the person had already rushed over, slashing at Yin Wuchang's throat with a knife.

Yin Wuchang's hand shook violently, and he almost took the porcelain bottle out of his hand, but he firmly grasped the bottle at the last moment.

The leader of the dead stared at Yin Wuchang with a long gaze, this person was honest before, but he wanted to do something at the end.

Yin Wuchang stared at him in horror: "This, this bottle is my exclusive secret spice, and every time before the meal is served, a little will be sprinkled." ”

A bead of blood was cut under the sword of the leader of the dead soldiers, "Did I warn you not to play tricks?" ”

Yin Wuchang glared at the leader of the dead soldiers, and said after a while: "Condiments and seasonings are all necessary things for cooking, how can it be said that it is a trick?" ”

The leader of the dead stared at his dead face, "The spices that should be used have been prepared for you in the kitchen." What do you want to do with what you take out now? ”

Yin Wuchang is also stiff now: "If you don't put this last seasoning, the old man can't guarantee that the things he makes can meet the taste of the child." ”

The leader of the dead stared at Yin Wuchang, "Are you threatening?" ”

Dare to threaten a dead man with a knife, this god chef who runs the rivers and lakes is really not an ordinary person.

Yin Wuchang also secretly swallowed his saliva, and said stubbornly: "The old man is just telling the truth, if he doesn't have a unique secret recipe, how can the old man mix in the world?" ”

The Tang Dynasty is full of talents, and Yin Wuchang was personally invited by the major abbots of the temple to cook food, which is enough to show that he has hole cards.

At this time, the face of the little guy in charge of delivering the message turned white, "The time given by the prince is running out, Commander Yan, if we don't serve the food now, we all have to..."

Zong Huo's temper, once provoked, he would never want to provoke a second time. How can you care about the lives of mere ants.

Commander Yan was the leader of the dead soldiers, and he didn't want to let go of Yin Wuchang like this, "I can't take the risk and let one not know the bottom."

The things made by the fine people are brought to the childe. ”

Yin Wuchang's hands trembled: "The dishes made by the old man are all provided by your mansion, but you want to add a spice, and your mansion is so suspicious." In that case,... Why not let the old decay go? ”

The killing intent in the eyes of the leader of the dead soldiers was even stronger: "Do you think that once you enter here, you can still leave as much as you want?" ”

Don't say that Zong Huo's whereabouts and identity are top secrets, even if this person is really just an ordinary cook, after cooking, whether he can get out of this mansion safely depends on God's reward.

Yin Wuchang also seemed to be really angry, "That old decay, old decay has nothing to say." ”

The leader of the dead flashed coldly: "Then you go and die!" ”

I saw the sound of swords and soldiers colliding, but Yin Wuchang did not splash blood, and a hidden weapon flying from not far away knocked down the knife of the leader of the dead soldiers.

"You!" The leader's eyes were bright.

It was another dead man who did it, but the dead man naturally didn't dare to make a move with the leader easily, and followed Ji Lang who walked briskly behind him.

"Leader Yan can't do this!" Ji Langzhong almost said in a deep voice.

When he saw someone coming again, he understood that it was Zong Huo in the room who couldn't wait any longer. The subordinate who came to deliver the message earlier didn't know whether he was finally relieved or more worried.

Yin Wuchang clenched the porcelain bottle in his hand: "Since you invited Lao Yu to cook for Gongzi, but you don't trust Lao Yu, this bottle is a secret sauce made by Lao Yu for ten years, if you have any doubts, you can taste it yourself." ”

When Ji Langzhong heard this, he immediately looked over, and when he saw what Yin Wuchang was holding, he looked at the pot of food that was obviously cooked on the side.

Ji Langzhong immediately walked over quickly, "This is your unique secret recipe?" ”

Obviously, the fact that the Divine Chef has a unique secret recipe is not a secret in Wuzhou.

Yin Wuchang seemed to snort.

Ji Langzhong paused, no longer hesitated, reached out and took the bottle in Yin Wuchang's hand, and poured a sip into his mouth.

Suddenly, a strong fragrance wafted out, and Ji Langzhong carefully touched the taste with his tongue, except for tasting more than a dozen different spices mixed in it, he didn't feel anything wrong.

He immediately said, "Put this thing in the pot and send it to Childe immediately!" ”

And the dead man who had come with him said no more, but immediately went up and did his work.

The cold gaze of the leader of the dead soldiers was fixed on Ji Langzhong's face: "Are you trying to rebel?" ”

Ji Langzhong stared at him calmly: "I have already tasted the spices, they are not poisonous, something happened... The old man is willing to take responsibility. ”

These dead soldiers with strong martial arts are really like machines stripped of their human touch, they only know how to fight and kill, but Zong Huo's current physical condition, even if they kill, it is impossible to recover.

The leader of the dead said, "I'm afraid you can't afford it." ”

The long knife that had already tasted Yin Wuchang's blood was put into the scabbard, and the cold figure passed by silently.

Only then did Ji Langzhong raise his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, stared at the dead man who was busy and said, "Hurry up." ”

He and Yin Wuchang glanced at each other, and they were silent for each other.

The vegetarian porridge was sent to Zong Huo, but Zong Huo stared at the delicious rice in front of him, but he didn't get dizzy.

He squinted at a subordinate kneeling on the ground: "Come over and try it for Ben Gongzi." ”

The man trembled, but he had to get up, and walked towards Zong Huo with trembling legs: "Yes..."

The bowl of porridge was placed on the head of the bed, and the man swallowed.

A dead man next to him handed a spoon to the man, and he took it tremblingly, and slowly scooped up a mouthful of soup.

The spoon was put in his mouth, and the man swallowed it for a moment.