The store was cleaned up, presumably An Nanhuai brought someone to clean it.

The ground had been cleaned of blood, and no one would know that there had been a terrible war here, except for a few knife marks left on the tables and beams.

The gate that was cut down by Aqina was also replaced by Annanhuai.

The moment Jing Zhao returned to the store, he felt like he was in a different world.

He touched the finger-deep knife mark on the table, and he always remembered himself who held the knife yesterday, and the blade pierced a person's chest as if it were piercing a piece of tissue paper, which was easier than he could have imagined.

Is it easier to kill someone than to chop meat?

Jing Zhao realized that what he couldn't look at directly now was a pig's rib on the chopping board, white bones intertwined in the bright red flesh, and a faint smell of blood rushed to the tip of his nose.

As usual, he slashed it down, and there would be no hesitation in his heart, and the ribs would be cut into pieces by him and thrown into the pot.

But at this moment, the color of this flesh and blood always coincided with the people who fell to the ground yesterday, and he tried to shake off some of the messy thoughts in his head, but he couldn't get past that level in his heart no matter what.

Jing Zhao changed the radish, and after cutting it easily, he prepared other vegetarian dishes.

He paused for a moment before facing the ribs. Jing Zhao held the knife, raised his hand, hesitated for a while, and put the knife down again.

He sighed and came out of the kitchen, "Go and call Qing, and say that I asked her to help me cook." ”

Ah Ning leaned against the door with his hands crossed, glanced at the cutting board, and then at Jing Zhao holding the kitchen knife tightly.

There was some teasing in his eyes: "Gu Heixu, you shouldn't be afraid, right?" ”

Jing Zhao glanced at him, what kind of nonsense is this kid telling the truth!

"Of course not!" Gu Jingzhao's mouth was the hardest all over his body.

He weakly glanced at the meat on the cutting board, and coughed lightly: "I just can't smell blood today, so let's clear ......"

Before he finished speaking, A-Ning suddenly grabbed his hand and dragged him back to the kitchen.

"Hey, hey, what are you, what are you doing......"

- Bang.

In the next moment, Jing Zhao was grabbed by A-Ning's wrist, held the knife, and slashed down, turning the pork ribs into two sections.

Jing Zhao shrank back, and instead of dodging, he was caught more heavily by A-Ning.

He was forced to hold a kitchen knife and clatter a few times to cut the ribs into pieces and divide them. By the time he reacted, the ribs were already in the pot.

A-Ning let go abruptly, he walked to the basin to wash his hands, and tilted his head to look at Jing Zhao lightly.

"I thought it would be hard." His voice was lighthearted and cheerful, with a touch of nonchalance.

Jing Zhao glared at him fiercely.

"Then you divide the rest of the meat for me!"

A-Ning habitually raised the corner of his left mouth, smiled cynically, and then he shook his head and walked out of the kitchen.

"Gu Heixu, if you can't even overcome this little thing, don't be a cook in the future."

Jing Zhao saw that A-Ning did it on purpose!

He just said these words on purpose to stimulate himself. Very good! He was indeed stimulated.

Jing Zhao held the knife and cut the remaining meat, and in a short time, all the dishes were ready.

Jing Zhao poured oil into the oil pot and began to stir-fry, today's celebration banquet will have more than 100 people's meals, he took out the posture of the dry canteen back then, and every dish went to the state of making a big pot of rice in the canteen.

He made a dish of lily steamed pork and a dish of steamed pork ribs, each bowl of pork ribs was covered with golden flour glutinous red roots, and the steamed pork ribs were soft and boneless, with the sweetness of red roots.

The stir-fry is sea melon seeds, kidney flowers, and small stir-fried meat.

The vegetarian dish is made with scrambled eggs with leeks and fried yam with fungus.

Jing Zhao saw that he had plenty of time, so he stewed two more soups, one was Bupleurum and wolfberry mutton soup, and the other was white peony and yam chicken soup.

These dishes are warm and nourishing medicinal foods.

Although there is no cure for the spread of the epidemic, it is good to make some mild medicinal diets that replenish qi and blood to improve everyone's immunity.

Shang Shiji couldn't sit so many people, so An Nanhuai asked every family to move their tables and chairs out and set them up into a long flowing water banquet.

When the dish was served, there was an instant burst of exclamations.

"Is this still the Gu fake mouth I know?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Gu is the messenger of the gods, he is not a fake mouth for a long time, he can taste the taste, make delicious food, get the gift of the gods, and use endless and inexhaustible ingredients, he is the great witch who came to save us."

The others nodded their heads.

"Mr. Gu is the god of our Xiaxi!"

As he spoke, their god Gu Jingzhao took off his apron and walked out of the store, and saw that everyone had already started eating, and his face was full of smiles.

Jing Zhao's heart was also beautiful, and he raised his voice and asked, "Do you think today's meal is delicious?" ”

"Delicious!"

The crowd replied in unison.

After the system prompt sound in Jing Zhao's mind rang many times in a row, Jing Zhao went to the panel to take a look, and there were 270 more praise coupons!

Jing Zhao rubbed his hands excitedly, according to such a way of accumulation, he would soon be able to have thousands of praise coupons! He gradually felt the joy of saving coupons.

"Everyone eats and drinks well, today's food is enough, everyone must eat and have fun." He took a bowl of rice wine and drank a bowl with everyone before returning to the main table.

At this table, An Nanhuai and An Zhiping sat next to Shandan and Qing, on the other side were Xiaohu and Xiaoyun, and Jing Zhao was sitting on a bench with A Ning.

"Yesterday I was able to escape from the patriarch and the priests, thanks to your help. I would like to give you a glass. Jing Zhao took a sip of the wine in the bowl.

The rest of the people also picked up the wine bowl and drank the wine in the dry bowl, Xiaohu and Xiaoyun looked at them with wide eyes and confused, they didn't know what these adults were doing, but seeing that each of them drank so much, it must be something good.

"Mr. Gu is polite, everyone in Xiaxi Village can sit here and eat this meal today all thanks to Mr. Yu, we are willing to worship Mr. as a god, please Mr. for Xiaxi to point out a clear path for Xiaxi, and lead us out of the epidemic and famine."

An Nanhuai said that, and bowed heavily to Jingzhao.

An Zhiping also did so, "What Nanhuai said is exactly what I think in my heart, Mr. Gu, please save Xiaxi." ”

Jing Zhao knew in his heart that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, he just wanted to prolong his life in exchange for some praise coupons from the beginning, and later saved the Qing family and the entire Shandan family, and now the entire Xiaxi Village also pinned its hopes on him.

Jing Zhao pursed his lips, whether he carries this responsibility or not.

He turned his head to look at A-Ning, and it happened that the young man was also looking at him, A-Ning didn't give him an answer, but his eyes were also asking Jing Zhao, and he also wanted to know what choice Jing Zhao made.

Jing Zhao sighed secretly in his heart, he thought about it, and it seemed that there was no other way, this question had already been sent to him, and it seemed that he could only agree except to agree.

Jing Zhao responded: "Naturally, I share weal and woe with everyone. ”