"You won. Although Mu Sen wanted to slap the table and refuse Li Changhe with righteous words, in view of the terrible consequences that could be triggered and the lack of a table, Mu Sen decisively admitted it.

In fact, although Mu Sen looked aggrieved, he was actually a little happy in his heart, and the contracting system was always easier to arouse people's enthusiasm.

"Old man, who should we turn to for cultivation problems?" "Well, even if it's a contract system, the master has to give some technical guidance, right?

"If you have a problem, just come to me!" Before Li Changhe could respond, Ren Song patted his chest and promised.

"That's good, thank you Uncle Ren. "The more Mu Sen looks at Ren Song now, the cuter he becomes. It is said that the more resolute some people are on the outside, the softer they are on the inside, and they really don't deceive me.

"It's okay, it's as it should be. Ren Song laughed at Mu Sen.

Now Mu Sen has completely put his heart back in his stomach, from today on, no one will ever dictate to his Luoyang shop, he can play as he wants. Not to mention that the small shop is only ready to occupy a quarter of the courtyard square, even if it is occupied?

Hey, yes, you can consider taking it up, anyway, now the old man has completely released his power. At the beginning, I only planned to account for a quarter, because I was afraid that the old man would be beaten, after all, talking about martial arts is the right thing, what the hell is it to open a restaurant?

But now it's different, after contracting the martial arts department, I am both a contestant and a referee. As long as you don't blow the whistle on yourself, it's not as much as you want to toss?

Just when Mu Sen was deep in thought, he suddenly felt that someone was pinching him again, and it hurt!

Little Lizi, if you don't tell me a six, seven, eight, I'll give you a taste of a steely fist.

Mu Sen's eyes were on fire, staring at Li Huairuo fiercely, Ma Ji, have you pinched me so much? Are you a woman? Leng Nan didn't pinch me.

Strange, why is my back so stinging?

Mu Sen turned his head, and Leng Nan Huaiyun showed a faint smile, like a hollow valley lotus, which was very good-looking.

But there is an egg to use, and it is still a panic.

However, Mu Sen soon stopped caring about the sting, because he felt that the atmosphere of the scene was a little frozen, as if the air had become viscous, making people breathless. Under the gesture of Li Huairuo and the others' eyes, Mu Sen discovered the source of the wrongness. At this time, the smile on Ren Song's face disappeared, and his resolute face was delicate, as if he was a little embarrassed and a little annoyed.

"Uncle Ren, what's wrong with you?" Mu Sen scratched his head, and I was a little distracted, as for you to change the emoji? Is there anything that can't be solved by a set of emojis?

Land, come out, take this idiot away.

Li Huairuo and the others wailed in their hearts, I don't support the wall, so I will obey you. When did Ren Butcher ask for someone, let alone ask for a freshman who had just entered the school?

No, definitely for the first time. If it gets out, it's definitely big news. But how can one big news be enough?

As a result, the butcher's plea was ignored, and the freshman ignored him.

You see, a headline came out.

"I mean, can I come to listen to your lecture in the future?" Seeing Mu Sen's bewildered look, Ren Song sighed secretly in his heart. When the other students and even the teacher saw him, he trembled like a mouse meets a cat. This kid is good, but he went straight distracted and ignored himself.

"Oh oh, welcome, welcome. Put out the welcome mat. "For Ren Song's request, Mu Sen is one hundred and twenty willing, after all, giving a half-step combined class will definitely have a light on his face when he says it, and it is the kind of bright light. Of course, one of the most important reasons is that you can't refuse at all. If you really refuse a half-step vice president, Luoyang Xiaodian, hehe, continue to walk in Luoyang Funeral Home.

"Uncle Ren, why don't you stay in the martial arts department, so that if you have any problems in cultivation, we can find you in time, and if you have any doubts in the art of war, we can also discuss it together. Mu Sen's eyes rolled, looking very cunning.

What a big appetite!

Li Huairuo and the others were stunned at first, and then the mountains looked up, and Xiao Sen's shot was extraordinary. It's crazy to pull a half-step vice president into the gang. You must know that the three deans of Qingyang College, the first and second vice-presidents are all transcendent existences, except for the daily affairs of Li Changhe School of Management, Henglan's mother-in-law and Ren Song only focus on cultivation, and rarely care about miscellaneous matters. And now Mu Sen is about to be appointed as Vice President Song to settle in the martial arts department, hehe, is your self-confidence blown by the wind?

Even Li Changhe and Granny Henglan also showed a strange face, and their eyes showed a look of 'this kid can really toss'.

But Mu Sen didn't feel anything, where is cultivation not cultivation? If you talk about martial arts, you can not only learn the art of war, but also have a delicious meal, where can you find such a treasure of feng shui?

"I think about it. Ren Song was obviously taken aback by Mu Sen's proposal, and pondered for a while before opening his mouth to speak.

"Uncle, what is there to consider?"

"If you come, I will give you customized meals three times a day, which will definitely be delicious until you cry. ”

"Don't you want to learn the art of war? Haven't you been on the frontier for 10 years? I would like to know more about the frontier. ”

......

Seeing that Ren Song did not refuse sternly, Mu Sen immediately beat the snake with the stick and started the second wave of offensive.

At this time, Li Huairuo and the others widened their eyes and looked sluggish. They didn't expect it to be such a plot, according to normal logic, shouldn't it be Vice Dean Ren Song who scolded him angrily?

"Just talk about not practicing fake tricks, Uncle Ren, let you see my craft now. Seeing that Ren Song was still hesitating there and did not answer, Mu Sen simply magnified his move.

I don't believe anyone can resist the temptation of good food.

What are you doing? Mu Sen's eyes flickered, and there was a taste of concentration on his body. Originally, he planned to give himself the whole braised Qiyao snow beef, but now that he wants to conquer Ren Song's stomach, he can't do it so casually.

Seeing that Mu Sen was deep in thought, Li Huairuo and the others' eyes lit up, in this state, Xiao Sen is going to magnify his moves, and sit back and wait for the food to come.

"Xiao Song, you won't really be moved by him, right?" Granny Henglan first showed an expression of admiration to Mu Sen, who was engrossed, and then said to Ren Song. Although she is very optimistic and likes Mu Sen very much, the impact of a vice president in the martial arts department is too great. When it comes to their position, many times every move is no longer an individual act.

"That's it, Old Song, what do you think?" Li Changhe is a generation older than Ren Song, it stands to reason that he should follow Henglan's mother-in-law to call Ren Song Xiaosong, but the old man is the old man, he doesn't follow the usual path, and he lowers himself by a generation when he opens his mouth. But thinking about it, it's nothing, after all, in order to compete for students, he can personally step down and fight, what is it to surrender to the next generation?

"I don't know. Ren Song shook his head. In fact, he really didn't know what he thought at the time, and he didn't reject Mu Sen at the first time. Could it be that he has been cultivating for too long and is still thinking about it?

"People in the military are generally good at drinking, and Uncle Ren has been on the border for ten years, so he must be good at this. Why don't you make a drunken rib?" Mu Sen's eyes suddenly lit up. Drunk ribs, yes, just make it. Delicious drunken pork ribs, rich in fragrance, intoxicating, pork ribs meat is orange-red, sweet and sour and slightly spicy, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, a bite down, the mellow meat aroma will ferment and explode in the mouth, making people as if they have drunk fine wine.

Well, when the time comes, Uncle Ren will definitely cry and shout to stay.

Mu Sen, who was once again confused and confident, waved his hand lightly, and an ice blade that exuded cold air appeared in his hand, and the ice blade was crystal clear, as if there was a brilliance flowing. Mu Sen grasped the hilt of the knife tightly with his right hand, his eyes stared ahead, and the momentum on his body changed again.

Ding~ Your friend Chef Wood has been launched.

Mu Sen's right hand was raised, like a cheetah predating, as fast as the wind. The skate blades slashed from top to bottom, and everywhere they went, the air was expelled and exploded, forming ripples visible to the naked eye. When the skate blade fell to the height of Mu Sen's waist and abdomen, a large piece of the back of the Ximing pig suddenly appeared. Ximing pig is a kind of three-grade fierce beast, the meat is delicious, the taste is excellent, this piece of tender red meat on the back is mixed with white bones like jade, very beautiful.

Mu Sen fell with a knife, without hearing any sound, this back was divided in half, and the cut surface was smooth, like a cliff.

Whew, whew!

Mu Sen swung his knife one after another, as fast as lightning, and the ice blade and his right hand turned into an afterimage, which was not real.

Seeing Mu Sen's performance, Li Huairuo and the others were okay, after all, it was not the first time they had seen this kind of scene. But Li Changhe and the three of them are a bit of Spartan, two of them are powerful, and one half-step is the same as a child, their mouths are slightly open, and their eyes are full of irrepressible surprise.

"This kid is a fake martial artist, right? His job should be a chef, right?" Li Changhe shouted in his heart, he regretted it a little now, regretting that he had contracted the martial arts department to Mu Sen. Because according to this posture, Mu Sen, a little bastard, is likely to turn the martial arts department into a chef department.

"Does the Komori family own a restaurant?" asked Granny Henglan a little strangely.

"No......" Li Changhe replied with a drooping face. Ma Ji, this kid obviously came out of an inferior tribe, where did he learn his cooking skills? Could it be that the Deadwood Tribe has been studying how to eat all day long? All the students who enter Qingyang Academy will fill out a detailed family situation form, so Li Changhe knows Mu Sen's situation well. But it was precisely because he knew everything that he was surprised, and he even came up with the idea of visiting the home of the Deadwood Tribe, to see what kind of environment could cultivate a maverick demon like Mu Sen.

Mu Sen was now completely distracted, and after chopping the pieces of meat, a cauldron condensed by air appeared, and the spiritual fire was boiling underneath, heating the fat in the pot. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mu Sen flipped his hands, and the neat pieces of meat rolled, and some white powder like snow was sprinkled one after another, sticking to it, which was the starch prepared by Changming potatoes. When all the pieces of meat have been coated in starch, the fat in the pan is also boiling.

Mu Sen waved his hand, and the pieces of meat fell into the pot one after another, making a sizzling sound. At the same time, Mu Sen once again double-mindedly concocted drunken juice. His eyes were full of seriousness and solemnity.

Why?

Because he's the man who wants to get the vice president with a drunken rib.