Time is the best medicine, it can soothe the pain and forget the sorrow and trouble. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It has been three months since Zhang Yang came to the Sword Pavilion, and everything has begun to fall flat, and the curiosity and shock he felt about the Sword Pavilion at the beginning have become dull with the passage of time.

At the beginning, I mixed with the little fat man Jiang Wen in the warehouse of the canteen every day, doing some chores such as carrying and cleaning, and some other people in the warehouse began to gradually get to know this tall and thin young man, and they began to affectionately call him "Yangzi".

Because his work in the warehouse was unanimously praised, Zhang Yang was transferred to the kitchen to help the chef, and here, Zhang Yang really began his career as a chef, and also began to contact some low-level disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

"Okay, the oil is hot, now put the fish in and fry it over low heat, and fry it on both sides until golden brown...... Take out the fish, add the carrot slices and stir-fry for half a minute, then put the fish on top of the carrot slices, turn the heat to high and slowly pour in boiling water......"

Uncle Bao often taught Zhang Yang to cook some of his own specialty dishes, watching Zhang Yang's growth day by day, and the skillfulness of cooking day by day, Uncle Bao himself felt very pleased, after all, he led Zhang Yang into the Sword Pavilion in the hope that he could learn his own craft one day and live a stable and simple life in the future.

"Uncle Bao, you can taste the fish soup I made, it's okay!"

"Well, it tastes good, you can be a teacher, hehe, young people are smart, they will learn it, I think when my master taught me, it took me a long time to learn, I didn't think that you would be able to teach it, and in the future, he will definitely be a chef's material, and he will have a future than your uncle!"

"Hehe, this is Uncle Bao, you taught it well, otherwise I wouldn't have learned it so quickly, Uncle Bao, do you have any new dishes to teach me today?"

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Since Zhang Yang entered the back kitchen to work, the life of the little fat man Jiang Wen has been more nourishing, and when he was in a warehouse alone, he could only eat some raw and cold fruits and vegetables at most every day. But after Zhang Yang learned to cook, the little fat man often secretly ordered various mainland specialties from the warehouse, and then asked Zhang Yang to make them for himself, and he was called "the best partner".

Every time the old people in the warehouse compared him to Zhang Yang, they would shake their heads.

"Little fat man, look at you, and then look at Zhang Yang, they have just been here for three months, and they have already started to be chefs, and they can already cook so many delicious foods, and you have been here for three years, and you are still gnawing your carrots every day!"

"Hmph, what do you know, I'm calling it a line of love, what's wrong with the warehouse every day, what's wrong with the warehouse every day, do any of you know better than me which is better and which is not good, do you know which is more tender than the violet in the north of the Tianci Continent and the violet in the south?"

In fact, what makes more people not know is that under the combination of the little fat man's secret operation and flamboyant exquisite cooking skills, how many of the delicious food in the little fat man's mouth entered his own stomach and became the oil and water on his body.

This is also the reason why the little fat man never cares what the people here say about him, in his opinion, there is nothing better than being able to eat all kinds of delicious food.

As Zhang Yang began his career as a chef in the Sword Pavilion, he could often meet those disciples of the Sword Pavilion who were only a little higher than them in the mouth of the little fat man.

Whenever he saw groups of Sword Pavilion disciples entering the cafeteria to eat, and saw the bright white and silky Sword Pavilion robes that these disciples were wearing, Zhang Yang felt particularly envious.

Although they are in the same place, they have different identities, and when he thinks that these people may all be flying in the future, and he will always be a chef, and he will always be a handyman who serves these people, Zhang Yang always feels particularly lost.

"Alas, I am not destined to be from the same world as them......"

Whenever Zhang Yang told the little fat man what he thought in his heart, the little fat man always looked angry and didn't pay for his life.

"Of course we are not people from the same world, although I often say that they are just low-level disciples of the Sword Pavilion, but they are always disciples of the Sword Pavilion, they are the people of the Sword Pavilion, and each of them is either a person with outstanding talents, or from a wealthy family. ”

"And we all come from the lumps of mountains where chickens don't lay eggs and birds don't, do you have the potential to be a martial artist, no, and do you have a huge family business to support your cultivation, no. Let me tell you, Zhang Yang, in the past three years, I have seen many young people from poor families in the Sword Pavilion, and they were all the same envy as you at the beginning, but in the end, how did it end, a few years have passed, and they are still the miscellaneous servants here after all. ”

"So don't think too much, my ideal is very simple, it is a great luck to be able to enter the Sword Pavilion, since you have come in, you have to grasp the present, eat all the food of the whole continent, don't say it, let's take a walk, I just secretly took a few pieces of purple gold cow's tripe, you make me a stir-fried tripe, I haven't eaten it for a long time, I drool when I think about it......"

The little fat man is always an optimist, and he doesn't leave the three sentences, sometimes Zhang Yang really wants to know how God gave birth to such a wonderful thing!

Although in the mouth of the little fat man, Zhang Yang will always be the one who is hit, but Zhang Yang has never given up on himself. At least in Zhang Yang's eyes, even if he can't be a martial artist in this life, even if he doesn't have a prominent family background in this life, even if he can only be a chef in this life, even if he can only cook in this life, then he must be the person who cooks the best food in the Sword Pavilion.

"Yangtze, the red Luo fish soup last time was really delicious, cook me another ...... today"

"Yangzi, I want Baiyun pig hand......"

"Is Yangzi here, it's Zhang Yang, I came here to eat his dishes......"

As Zhang Yang's cooking skills became more and more proficient, his fame among the low-level disciples of the Sword Pavilion also grew.

Zhang Yang even created several sets of exclusive dishes based on the existing materials in the Sword Pavilion, which even Uncle Bao, who had been doing it for decades, admired it, and felt that it was really right to bring Zhang Yang to the Sword Pavilion to learn to be a chef.

Gradually, the name "Yangzi" spread among the low-level disciples of the Sword Pavilion, and those who didn't know thought it was a disciple of the Sword Pavilion who had achieved great cultivation. There are even some Sword Pavilion teachers who are also admired, and every time he sees those teachers in black clothes who are not smiling and taste the dishes he makes, Zhang Yang really feels his pride.

Time is the most unforgiving thing, but he is also the most trustworthy thing, he is always ahead of people's expectations, always laughing at those who do not value them.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yang had been in the Sword Pavilion for half a year, and the weather had changed from the scorching summer when Zhang Yang first came to the Sword Pavilion to a cold and bleak winter.

In Zhang Yang's eyes, this year's winter came very early, and it seems that even the heavy snow is the only love for this holy place that is beyond things.

The vast snow covered the entire mountain peaks of the Sword Pavilion, and from a distance, it looked like a great silver dragon rushing into the sky, and Zhang Yang was about to end his fifteen-year-old career in the Sword Pavilion and usher in his sixteenth year......