Jiang Yi, who was completely impressed by Meng Hongchen's cooking skills, stood in the kitchen field at this time, looking at his master with burning eyes, and couldn't wait to start learning cooking.

Meng Hongchen, who was eating scorpion meat, was stunned for a moment, picked up a piece of scorpion meat, handed it to Jiang Yi, and said, "If it's not enough, I can do it again." ”

Jiang Yi didn't expect his master to think that he still wanted to eat, he was actually not a greedy person.

However, it is not impossible to eat another one.

Jiang Yi walked forward quickly, thanked the master, and put the scorpion meat in his mouth, once again experiencing the pleasure of ascending to heaven.

Meng Hongchen threw the plates and pots into the sink, and the towels quickly scrubbed automatically, making it a dream kitchen for many families.

Looking at Jiang Yi, who was still reminiscing, Meng Hongchen said coldly: "Now you understand? ”

Jiang Yi turned his head and said with a sincere expression, "Master, I have understood. ”

Meng Hongchen bowed slightly, and did not directly withdraw from the kitchen field, but opened the kitchen door and walked towards the courtyard.

Jiang Yi walked out behind her and saw the wooden house next to the kitchen, behind which was the hot spring where he had woken up from his last injury.

At this time, Jiang Yi was able to get a glimpse of the whole picture of Meng Hongchen's kitchen field, which was actually similar to the structure of the courtyard on Ming Mountain, but it may be because of one person's residence, and the courtyard was a little smaller.

Meng Hongchen walked to the center of the courtyard, stood still, looked at Jiang Yi and said: "As a chef, the most basic skill is knife work, if you are just an ordinary chef, you can practice cutting carrots." But as a chef in the world of gastronomy, you have to cut more than that. ”

Jiang Yi listened carefully, but he didn't expect that when Meng Hongchen really started teaching, he still looked like a teacher.

Meng Hongchen raised his left hand, and a wooden stake dozens of centimeters long appeared, suspended above his palm.

Jiang Yi recognized it at a glance, it was part of the Yipin Ingredient Liansheng Tree.

This tree is an extremely fast-growing food, a characteristic that is not reflected in its size, but in its ability to regenerate.

As long as there is a gap in the body of the Liansheng Tree, it will fill it at a speed beyond the limit, and even the Hybrid Element cannot cut through the Liansheng Tree with a knife.

In addition, the taste of this tree is not very delicious, and almost all the living trees in the food world can enjoy their old age in peace.

Jiang Yi asked with some uncertainty, "You don't want me to use a kitchen knife to cut this wooden stake." ”

Meng Hongchen raised his left hand, and the wooden stake flew into the air, followed by the kitchen knife in his right hand.

A gust of wind blew, and the trees that had fallen to the ground had turned into filamentous strips stacked into a hill.

Even a continuous tree with extremely strong regenerative ability has no ability to grow at this time.

The kitchen knife in Meng Hongchen's hand disappeared, and he said calmly: "Cut it into the same as me." ”

Jiang Yi's eyes widened in disbelief and said, "Impossible, even if it is my master, he will not be able to cut through the Liansheng Tree." ”

Meng Hongchen said expressionlessly: "That's why his cooking is so unpalatable." And, now I am your master. ”

After saying this, Meng Hongchen left another wooden stake and walked towards the wooden house.

Jiang Yi still ran to the pile of filaments with a suspicious face, and picked up one of them, there was no doubt that it was indeed a tree.

Jiang Yi, who was holding a filament in his hand, stood in the courtyard, a little suspicious, in the past few hundred years, was he really worthy of being a chef?

Then he thought of the talent show he participated in just a while ago, and actually chose him as the god of cooking?

He Jiang Yi knows a fart chef!

Meng Hongchen didn't care about Jiang Yi, who was a little lost at this time, anyway, there was time, she believed that Jiang Yi could learn this god's cooking technique.

She pushed open the back door of the wooden house, took off her red dress, stepped into the hot spring, closed her eyes, and a red line appeared on her forehead, which looked a little sacred and untouchable.

Jiang Yi in the courtyard slowly calmed down, even if he questioned his past self now, it would be useless, it was better to look to the future.

He may not even be worthy of the title of chef now, but he will definitely be worthy of the title of chef in the future!

Jiang Yi, who had a firm gaze, walked towards the kitchen, in Meng Hongchen's kitchen domain, he had no way to summon a gluttonous kitchen knife, he could only use the kitchen knife in the kitchen, that is, Meng Hongchen's kitchen knife.

Jiang Yi looked at the ordinary kitchen knife inserted on the cutting board, thinking of the last time they met, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch it.

At that time, Meng Hongchen said that this kitchen knife was still too early for him, and Jiang Yi finally understood what Meng Hongchen meant at this time.

Jiang Yi didn't hesitate, reached out and touched the handle of the knife, this time there was no obstacle, it was as ordinary as a chef picking up a kitchen knife.

Jiang Yi, who was carrying a kitchen knife, returned to the courtyard, looked at the wooden stake of the tree on the ground, bent down slightly, and the blade stood on the stake, gently lifting and lowering, looking for an angle.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yi's eyes tightened, the knife in his hand fell, a white light flashed, and the kitchen knife had already slashed to the ground.

Jiang Yi looked towards the wooden stake, and the kitchen knife was clearly cut unimpeded, but there was no trace on the wood.

Jiang Yi had already prepared for this result, and he could even swing his sword qi in the outside world at that speed just now, but he was also powerless in the face of Liansheng Tree.

Jiang Yi reached out and pushed the stake so that he could take out the kitchen knife from below.

Placing the blade in the stake again, Jiang Yi suddenly thought that there seemed to be people like him in ancient Chinese legends.

The woodcutter named Wu Gang kept cutting down the laurel tree in the Moon Palace, day after day, year after year.

Jiang Yi, who heard this story at that time, also asked Mingyuanzi curiously.

Since you can't cut it down, then you can't cut it, so why didn't Wu Gang give up?

I remember that at that time, Chaoyuanzi said with a smile, it must be because of something that made him stick to it, it may be Chang'e in the Moon Palace, or it may be the heirloom osmanthus brew.

At this time, Jiang Yi couldn't help but smile and said to himself: "There is no beautiful woman and wine, it's not to learn something." Then Wu Gang is for the Tao, and I am for the cooking skills. ”

The white light flashed, and the kitchen knife fell.

Jiang Yi didn't know if there were any skills, Meng Hongchen didn't teach him, and he didn't want to ask.

When the sun rose and Jiang Yi returned to the human realm, Ah Meng, who had finally gotten up early, was distressed when he saw his senior brother with a tired face.

When he learned that Jiang Yi had cut the wooden stakes for a whole night, Ah Meng dispelled the idea of letting his senior brother play with him.

After Ah Meng helped Jiang Yi cook five meals, he accompanied him back to his room to rest and intimately massaged his arms.

Jiang Yi couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the wooden stake that had made no progress when he left at night.

I don't know how long this practice will take.

Whether this changing world will allow him to continue to cultivate with peace of mind is also unknown.