Just as Bai Shannuo turned around and quietly moved to an inconspicuous place, Jiao Dazhuang returned directly to his father and asked a question that he had just thought of.

"Dad, don't you like that brother? Why don't you give him a cook? ”

The question that Jiao Dazhuang asked himself was very important in his heart, if his father didn't like the person outside, he wouldn't have completed that person's plan anyway, after all, even if he was a cheating father, he shouldn't make his father unhappy. Only a moderate cheating daddy is a long-term cheating daddy.

"You don't understand, our family will have such a dish, I haven't learned anything else at all, that person's first attitude when he saw the egg fried rice I made was disappointment, which proves that he is not satisfied with my dishes, and your father and I have not learned other dishes, what do we take to be a cook for others, even if people don't dislike it, can we have no points in our own hearts?"

Jiao San said this, and couldn't help but sigh deeply, didn't he want to follow that person as a cook? He thought, he wanted to, but the problem was that he didn't have that ability.

Rather than waiting for others to feel that they can't do it, and then go to their own humiliation, it is better to directly refuse other people's proposals, so that it is more decent, so as to save people from slapping their faces in the future, Fenglailou let him know, go to his mother's world to have his own true feelings, just take care of yourself.

"Dad, what do you think? I don't think that brother is a bad person, even if he will be fired by others, why don't we follow others as cooks for a while now? What if people think that you are a good man, and then pass on their cooking skills to you? Wouldn't that make you even more powerful? ”

In Jiao Dazhuang's heart, there is nothing that his father can't accomplish, and his father is more powerful than a monk in his infancy.

Jiao San couldn't help but feel bitter when he heard this, he had been delayed in cooking all his life, if he didn't know about cultivating immortals, it was okay to be a cook, but he could still support his wife and children.

But the question is that if you know about cultivating immortals, how can you bear to be a mortal? After all, the immortal family can live forever, in order to cultivate himself, he often cultivates, but the aura he absorbs is very little, his wife thinks that he is a madman, and then he runs away by himself, and now he only has his son left.

While cooking and cultivating, although cooking can earn some spirit stones, more often than not, he is still hungry and full, and he is often bullied by high-level monks.

I don't have anything, but the problem is that I have children, how can I bear to let my son suffer with me?

Later, I joined Fenglai Building, thinking that this Fenglai Building is my own place to live, as long as I behave well, I will not be able to cultivate anything in the future, and I can save a little bit of things for my son, and I will not live in vain.

The problem is not what I think at all, not to mention that now because of cooking, my legs are broken, and I will be a cripple for the rest of my life, although this is the cultivation realm, and there are countless elixirs, but it is not something that a little monk of the first or second level of the Qi refining period can afford.

The first and second layers of the Qi refining period, hehe, can this also be called cultivation? It can only be said that he can perceive the aura, and he can't even release the most basic spells, and he can't even give birth to the most basic divine sense, and he is a cultivator.

Look at your big fat boy again, because he has no mother, he has been sensible since he was a child, and he knows how to take care of himself when he is five years old.

But he doesn't want his son to be so sensible, these sensible things are all exchanged for pain.

Jiao Dazhuang looked at his father looking at him like this, and felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly comforted him, "Dad, it's okay, if you don't wait to see that brother, we won't be a cook for him, you have to get better quickly, there are not many spirit stones in our family." ”

There are not many spirit stones in our family, this sentence is like a burning red kitchen knife that cut off Jiao San's ten fingers at once, what kind of sin did you create, there is only one son left, and let your son suffer with him?

Thinking of this, Jiao San was even more sad, and Jiao Dazhuang was even more at a loss, "Dad, what are you doing, it's okay, it's okay, don't be sad, this sad day will pass soon." ”

"Child, you don't understand, child."

Jiao San said, a few tiger tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes, the man didn't shed tears, but he didn't get to the sad place, he didn't care, he could do anything, but his son was talented, he shouldn't suffer this with him, Jiao San thought of this, and it was like a lightning bolt in his head.

His son should not suffer like this with him, but because he couldn't wipe his face, he didn't cherish another job, but threw his face at others and let them go.

I don't have my own son sensible, my son knows that there are not many spirit stones in the house, but because of the impatience of the breath, I don't know how many spirit stones are left in the house now, confused, I can't be so confused, I have to make a little change.

"Son, go and see now, that brother is still there, as long as he hasn't gone far, you must stop him, go, go."

After Jiao San said this, he pushed his son hard and asked him to run outside.

"Got it, Dad, I'll go."

Jiao San looked at his five-year-old son who was a little stumbling, and his heart was full of mixed feelings for a while, son, don't worry, today my father is kneeling on the ground and begging for others, and he also wants to find a job, earn the spirit stone for you, and make your path to cultivating immortals smoother.

Thinking of this, Jiao San took out a book of cooking cheats that he had been hiding in the cracks of his clothes, this cheats were handed down from their ancestors, but no one could recognize the handwriting on it, but according to his grandfather, this was a book from the void cracks, and the things on it were all food production methods.

His ancestral egg fried rice was learned by his ancestors from this, although he himself couldn't understand what was written on it, but this was already his most precious thing, and he hoped that after he dedicated this recipe to the young man, the young man would look at the face of this recipe and not refuse his request to work for him.

Thinking of this, Jiao San couldn't help but secretly scold himself for being a bastard, I didn't see you so tough just now, and now that people have been driven away by you, you know that you regretted it, and even took out all your ancestral things, what did you do earlier.

Then Jiao San limped and walked outside with his cheats.