Zhang Laohan's house was quickly built and cleaned up, and a lot of fireproof and explosion-proof materials were secretly added.

"Lao Zhang, come and take a look. I just built a good house for you, and I used good flint stones in the walls, I guarantee that this kid Lu Yao won't build it badly!"

Zhang Laohan came back with Lu Yao, nodded slowly, and said, "It's hard work." ”

Blacksmith Wang smiled mysteriously at Lu Yao, and responded with a sideways look: "It's not hard, it can be regarded as a happy thing in life to see this kid eating deflated." ”

After speaking, he squeezed his eyes, and said in a long voice: "You kid just make it, and if you break it again, your grandfather Ni still has a lot of good materials." ”

This means obviously, it is impossible for Lu Yao to escape from cooking.

When Village Chief Luo and Carpenter Ni heard this, they also laughed and were quite happy.

All along, Lu Yao's demonic talent has seriously hit their self-confidence.

At this time, they finally grasped Lu Yao's shortcomings, and they naturally had some bad tastes pouring out of their hearts.

Lu Yao complained bitterly, and his helplessness could only turn into a long sigh of grief.

To be sad, why bother!

"Don't cry with a sad face. Learning to cook doesn't cost you your life, looking at you like this, it's like going to the execution ground. Wilt, it's so useless. Village Chief Luo spit out a puff of smoke rings, stared at Lu Yao and whispered, frowning, very gloating.

Lu Yao pursed his lips and nodded weakly, his arms hanging on his shoulders, walking like a walking corpse.

Blacksmith Wang stepped forward, took out a delicate wooden box from behind him and handed it to Lu Yao, and said with a serious face: "Good grandson, don't be unhappy." Grandpas believe that you can, this is a new weapon I have built for you, you can put it away and use it later. ”

Weapons?

Lu Yao's eyes lit up, and he quickly reached out to take the wooden box, and said excitedly: "Thank you Grandpa Wang for the gift." ”

"No thanks, no thanks, you open it first and see if you like it. Blacksmith Wang nodded with satisfaction, with some vague joy in his eyes, and he didn't know what was bad.

Lu Yao didn't see anything unusual, nodded again and again, and responded with a smile, "Grandpa Wang sent it, I naturally like it-"

When the delicate wooden box was slowly opened, golden light came through the cracks in the box.

The golden light is dazzling, and it must not be ordinary!

But after seeing the contents of the wooden box, Lu Yao's face instantly turned black, and the whole person was petrified, and a truckload of black lines appeared behind his head.

I saw that this exquisite wooden box was neatly stacked with ten gold shovels, which were not shovels made of ordinary gold.

Instead, it is a shovel refined from the level 10 material [Phoenix Adamantine].

The so-called new weapon is a shovel?

The old people in the village looked up to the sky and laughed, and their tears were about to burst into laughter.

The blacksmith's laughter was the loudest, shaking the surrounding mountains, and in the mountains and forests, hundreds of birds flew in fright.

"Good grandson, look at it, this is a weapon refined by phoenix fine gold, it is extremely precious, and it is worth the money of the old nose. And the attack power is so strong that I can use this shovel to level a small mountain bag at will!, or shall I show you how to show it?" asked the blacksmith with a loud laugh, his tone full of evil taste.

Lu Yao calmly closed the delicate wooden box, and the golden light converged.

Glancing at the old people in the village, I saw the grandfathers all smile.

He was relieved.

He understood.

Forget it, just cook!

It's good that grandpas are happy!

Lu Yao put away the wooden box, tried to squeeze out a smile, and said in a long voice: "Thank you so much, Grandpa Wang!"

After everyone had dinner, Lu Yao honestly went to the kitchen and began to cook, very consciously.

In the kitchen, Lu Yao was holding a golden phoenix shovel, his brows tightly locked.

Not to mention, this new pot just feels different from the new shovel.

The main thing is that it is not bad to play and is very durable.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break the pot and kept shoveling.

Let's not talk about how hard this black pot is, just talk about this Fengjin shovel.

It bends, it bounces.

You say it's not annoying!

And this black pot can also reduce noise, no matter how hard you try, you can't knock out the slightest sound.

It's all the effect of the Yuan pattern.

It can be seen that when blacksmith Wang forged this set of pots, he was really thoughtful and painstaking.

Lu Yao is in the heart!

Time flickered, and three days passed.

In the past three days, Lu Yao devoted himself to cooking, and even forgot about cultivation.

Thinking about cooking.

There was a tension in his heart, and he was stubborn.

I really don't believe it, I've lived two lives, and I can't even cook a meal, wouldn't it make people laugh to death when I say it.

However, the ideal is very full, but the reality is extremely cruel.

In the end, Lu Yao simply didn't use the pot to stir-fry, and directly made a pot of tender tofu, and made a table of shallots and soy sauce cold tofu!

In the evening, the old people in the village sit around and look at the table full of shallots and soy sauce cold tofu.

Zhang Laohan picked up the small wine glass, drank it all, and said no more.

Granny Li took a bite with a spoon, nodded, and said with great relief: "Yes, there is progress, it's not very salty, and it can still be eaten." ”

Blacksmith Wang was very unhappy, and said a little angrily: "How good my set of pots and pans is, I don't need it!" Listening to the voice, I can hear a little complaint.

Carpenter Ni picked up the wine glass, saluted Zhang Laohan, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Village Chief Luo hurriedly picked up the wine glass and drank together.

Everyone ate in silence throughout the meal, and everything was silent.

Lu Yao was a little greasy eating, and secretly sighed, he really can't eat more tofu.

Village Chief Luo looked at Lu Yao, who was a little wilted, and slowly shook his head, secretly manipulating the Yuan Corpse Yama King to give a will to Meng Po.

In Luofeng Mountain, Meng Po looked at a black scroll in her hand in a daze, only to see that it was written, 'Be sure to let Qiu Ling learn to cook, and you must have top cooking skills!'

Meng Po is a person who has come over, and instantly spied a trace of sourness, grinning lightly.

Her laughter echoed through the mountainside.

At this time, Qiu Ling had woken up, but her figure was still very thin, and her appetite was not very good.

Qiu Ling tilted her head and asked in a low voice, "Granny Meng, what are you laughing at?"

Meng Po turned her palm, the black scroll disappeared, she took Qiu Ling's little hand sideways, and asked softly, "Good boy, are you hungry?"

Qiu Ling's eyes showed confusion and said, "What is that place?"

"Tianxia upstairs is naturally a place to eat, and there are countless delicacies from the mountains and seas. Guaranteed to revive your appetite. Of course, there are also the top chefs in the Yuanxian Continent. Meng Po said meaningfully.

Hearing this, Qiu Ling lowered her brows, and slowly shook her head and said, "I don't want to eat, I want to cultivate." ”

Meng Po squatted down, pinched Qiu Ling's face, and said with a smile: "Grandma knows that you have a boy you like, if you treat yourself like this, you have to worry him." Mother-in-law, I've heard that if you want to capture a man's heart, you have to grab his stomach first. If you don't taste all the food in the world, how can you make a good dish to capture his heart?"

Qiu Ling looked at Meng Po, Qiong nose tilted, and said angrily: "I don't want to grab his stomach! He has to eat whatever I do, if he dares to say that it is not delicious, I will not let him go to my bed!"

When Meng Po listened to the first half, she felt that Qiu Ling was childlike, but when she listened to the second half, her face suddenly stiffened.

"You girl, who are you listening to these gossipes. I can't say it anymore! Girls should be reserved. Meng Po stroked Qiu Ling's hair with a smile and said with concern.

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Today Sunday, tomorrow I will refresh the rating of this book.

I don't know if you have paid attention to the book circle.

Someone maliciously gave a bad review today.

So I don't know how many people still have malicious bad reviews.

I hope that the brothers who like this book will rise up

Help maintain the book.

The author thanked me