A group of people surrounded the kitchen counter and refused to leave, Wan Xiong scolded with a smile while controlling the heat: "You people who kill a thousand knives, I usually cook for Lao Wan, why haven't I seen you so attentive?" ”

A familiar companion immediately pushed back: "Can it be the same, what are you cooking, and what are you cooking?" Can it be the same? ”

Su Zimu hurriedly corrected: "This is called burning, not boiling." ”

Just returned Su Zimu, just for a while, he has progressed to Zimu, but except for Ji Gongming, Su Da anchor doesn't even know anything about other people's surnames.

The crowd was confused again: "Isn't this just boiling?" Didn't it burn anywhere? ”

Su Zimuxin said that I don't understand it with you, but he still tried his best to explain: "This, I don't know the ranking, frying, cooking, boiling, stewing, every word is a different method, a different taste, and the knowledge here is great!" ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other.

One of them couldn't help but ask: "Hey, Wanxiong, people are also cooks, and you are also cooks, have you heard of these?" ”

Wan Xiong immediately shook his head: "I've never heard of it...... Hurry up, talk about it carefully! His mood at the moment was like Columbus seeing the New World.

Su Zimu said in his heart that I am where I am now, that is, I know these eight words, and I can't remember a lot of them later!

Is it really called for nothing as a big foodie empire?

As for the careful talk...... it, how the hell do I know what all this is? Why do you think Lao Tzu took the initiative to spread food culture?

Shallow!

Just when the soup was almost finished, Su Zimu sprinkled the wild vegetables that had been prepared long ago into the pot, and finally took out the secret monosodium glutamate and sprinkled a little, and the spoon in his hand knocked on the edge of the pot: "Put away the fire, start the pot!" ”

With a bang, dozens of people instantly turned into headless flies, all scrambling to be the first.

Ji Gongming scolded and angrily ranked first, so he barely restored order.

Su Zimu was a little confused, and he didn't know what to do.

Wan Xiong smiled and took out two big bowls, filled a big bowl for himself and Su Zimu, and then filled it for Ji Gongming.

The others in turn, some more and some less, saw that Su Zimu was confused.

Wan Xiong's hands were not ambiguous, and after the last person was finished, there was nothing left in the pot.

Su Zimu held the big bowl stuffed by Wan Xiong, and couldn't help asking, "Uncle Wan......"

"Say what? Call Brother! Wan Xiong corrected dissatisfied.

"Brother Wan." Su Zimu immediately changed his words and asked the doubts in his heart.

"That's what you say!" Wan Xiong didn't know where to find two dry and hard cakes, and handed one to Su Zimu, "Look at the position, look at the cultivation, look at the character, you just remember, let's come first, then the steward, and leave the rest to me." ”

Su Zimu understood a little, although the caravan was loose, the relationship between people was not so simple, from high to low, everyone had their own position.

If he hadn't asked for a job as a cook on a whim, he would definitely be the least welcome in the team at this time.

The blind cat touched the dead mouse, and it really bumped into it!

Wan Xiong stuffed a mouthful of braised pork into his mouth, and immediately stared at his glowing eyes: "Well, well, delicious!" ”

Looking at the others, they were all amazed, and looking at Su Zimu's gaze, it was called a friendliness.

Ji Gongming sighed in his heart that he had really made a wise decision.

Su Zimu smiled, and his heart was also full of satisfaction recognized by his peers: "Eat more if it's delicious!" ”

As he spoke, he gave half of the meat in his bowl to Wan Xiong.

Wan Xiong blinked his eyes and refused against his will: "How can this be done......"

"It's okay, I can't eat so much." Su Zimu's face was indifferent, and Wan Xiong was very moved.

In fact, what Su Zimu said was the truth, the conditions in this ghost place are too poor, the meat is too thin, and the seasoning is not strong, this pot of braised pork is light in color, the taste is too chai, and even the taste of five points has not been made.

But in other people's mouths, it is a rare delicacy, some are swept away, and some are savored, and they feel a little pious in it. Su Zimu wanted to complain, but there was nothing wrong with thinking about it, the material conditions were so developed in the previous life, and there were so many countries famous for dark cuisine, not to mention this backward world?

Not to mention that people don't have knowledge, the smart people in this world must be studying how to cultivate, and no one is working on food at all.

Wan Xiong ate it clean in one go, and patted his bulging belly: "Zimu, I have a reluctant request, old brother......"

Halfway through the words, he was too embarrassed to speak.

Su Zimu had already guessed what he wanted to say: "What I didn't say, it's all small things!" ”

Wan Xiong was stunned again: "I haven't said it yet, you know?" ”

Su Zimu was happy in his heart, everything you want is written on your face, why don't you know?

"Isn't it just braised pork, simple." Su Zimu took care of everything, "Little brother, I will have a lot of things, small things." ”

"Hey, hey, good!" Wan Xiong slapped Su Zimu on the shoulder.

I was excited for a while and didn't control my strength, and when I finished filming, I realized that Su Zimu didn't cultivate, but it was too late to regain my strength at this time.

Wan Xiong's face changed, and he was about to call someone immediately.

Although he only has the second level of Qi training, he is also a monk, and his strength is not something that ordinary people can bear.

However, unexpectedly, this palm was slapped firmly, but it was like slapping on steel, Su Zimu grinned, like a nobody.

No, it's just no!

Wan Xiong silently withdrew his hand, and said in his heart that although this kid has not cultivated, it is definitely not that simple.

After the meal, Su Zimu also had a reputation in the team, and even Ji Gongming was much more polite, and he no longer had that dead face.

Wan Xiong was even more enthusiastic, cleaning up the mess or something, he didn't need Su Zimu to do it at all, he did it himself, and it didn't take long for him to clean up.

Many people didn't have enough to eat, so they came over in twos and threes, hoping to eat braised pork tomorrow morning, which made Su Zimu's face black.

If you want to eat meat early in the morning, don't you feel tired?

But thinking about the dry food he ate during the march, Su Zimu understood it again and agreed on the spot.

At this time, it was already dark, there was the protection of the formation, there was no need to set up a tent, except for a few people on duty at the edge, the others were on the ground, and gradually fell asleep.

I don't know whose snoring sounded, and the companion next to him kicked sideways, and the snoring immediately disappeared.

Su Zimu lay on the ground and couldn't sleep, staring blankly at the small bright starry sky above his head, a meteor crossed by, and his heart suddenly fell empty.

He suddenly had the illusion that he had been away for a long time, and the uneasiness and loss hidden in his heart gradually surfaced.

On the first day after leaving Xianfang, I was homesick!