I instantly forgot about the pain in my body, and said nervously, "Even if I can't understand it, I won't go to work as a partner all at once." ”

Xuanhu shook his head: "From today onwards, the food of the Taoist temple will be made by you alone, if I don't say stop, you are not allowed to stop, this package of medicine is for you, take one pill a day." ”

Hearing Xuanhu say this, an indescribable sadness instantly surged into his heart, why did he suddenly deny me? But the master's words, don't be disobedient, perhaps, Xuanhu also has something difficult to say, thinking of this, I nodded calmly, didn't say anything, but the sadness in my heart can never go away.

Xuanhu suddenly asked, "Do you remember the boxing technique I taught you just now?" ”

I replied, "Yes." "In fact, I secretly slandered myself in my heart: I'm going to be a guy anyway, what if I don't remember?"

I thought about it for a moment and asked, "I'm going to be a man, but there's nothing wrong with it, but what about the shop?" ”

"Don't worry about this, you have so many brothers, and you can't take care of a small shop?" Xuanhu said unhurriedly.

I stood up, forcibly endured the sadness in my heart, and bowed: "Then I'll go to the room to report now." ”

Xuanhu said very calmly: "Let all the guys withdraw their meals, you can do it yourself, by the way, you don't ask anyone how to cook, I mean, your Tao, you have to cultivate it yourself." ”

This group of men was originally a group of people from the Pure Yang Palace, and they got along with me very well on weekdays, but when I ran to the group room and told a few men what I was coming from, everyone's eyes widened, and no one understood why I would give up my cultivation and transform into a cook.

But everyone understands that in the Taoist temple, Xuanhu's position is second only to the master, and his words cannot be disobeyed.

Although this seems a bit arrogant, there are no rules, and everyone can understand this seemingly unreasonable request.

The gang unbuttoned their aprons, put down the spatulas in their hands, and slowly walked out of the room, leaving only me, staring at this group of familiar and unfamiliar utensils with big eyes.

Cooking is not difficult for me without parents, but it is the first time I have cooked so many people at once.

At this moment, when I think about Xuanhu's words, I am full of grievances, he asked me not to ask anyone how to cook, then I can't be self-taught.

sighed for a long time, and I finally figured it out - no matter what Xuanhu's purpose was, he wouldn't harm me.

I squatted on the wooden pier, thinking to myself: I dare to fight even the five prostitute gods, and I can still kill me if I cook? Dry!

This thought gave me a lot of encouragement, and in an instant, I had the strength, walked to the door, and carried the firewood into the house, and soon, I found a problem - the previous man used to chop firewood every day is not much left, and if I want to use firewood, I have to chop it myself.

But the problems that followed made me even more difficult, in order to make the firewood more resistant to burning, Taoist temples usually choose round wooden piers, which are thick and heavy, and it is not easy to split them; When I set my eyes on the chai knife, my brain was buzzing, the Taoist temple has always adhered to the creed of simplicity and frugality, if a utensil is not used completely, it must not be discarded.

The firewood knife in front of him has a shiny surface, but it has been seriously broken, and it is not so much a firewood knife as a saw.

I'm going to use this thing to split the huge wooden pier in front of me, isn't that a fantasy?

I looked at the stout wooden piers and the old, weak, sick and disabled firewood knives in front of me, and a wave of anger slowly rose from my heart, I really don't believe in this evil today!

I picked up the firewood knife and chopped the wooden pier with a sigh, and cut it for a long time, but it only left a small piece of white stubble on the wooden pier.

With a "bang", I threw the firewood knife on the ground, crossed my hands on my waist, and secretly thought to myself: If I cut it at this speed, it is estimated that I will not be able to eat tomorrow morning, so how do the guys usually chop firewood? Therefore, there is only one answer - there must be a firewood knife in the room.

Thinking of this, I turned around and plunged into the room, searching carefully, but after some tossing, I didn't even see the shadow of the knife.

I can't help but be a little discouraged, isn't this clearly trying to force people to death?