The way of a chef is only krypton.

This is true of everything.

Jiang Ping understood this truth very early, so he was able to become the top three life players in "Jianghu" because he was willing to invest.

In the profession of cook, there is a very powerful branch called medicinal dietitian.

This is a group of demons who deviate from the way of cooking, do not value taste, and only focus on results.

Others say that they are alchemists dressed as chefs, but they only express the elixir in the form of dishes.

But no matter how orthodox chefs reject them, it will not affect the world's pursuit of them.

Within the high-walled clan, there will always be a few medicinal dietitians.

......

Half an hour later.

When the lid of the blue-white porcelain cup is opened, the steaming heat is misty, and the soup is tumbling, revealing a golden luster.

Cheng Lin'er sat at the table, looking pious, holding a white porcelain bowl in both hands, her face showing satisfaction and happiness: (╯▽╰) It's so fragrant~~

She took a sip, and her eyes suddenly brightened three times.

"How can it be so delicious?!"

Then she was not too hot, and hugged the whole porcelain cup.

"Mine, it's all mine, don't rob me!"

Another ten minutes later.

Cheng Lin'er sucked her fingers contentedly, leaving a table of smooth chicken bones and an empty porcelain cup.

"Hiccup~~ How can you make it so delicious, I don't care, from today onwards, my future food will be covered by you. ”

Cheng Lin'er complained.

Jiang Ping stood aside, a rare sincere smile on his face.

As a chef, his true joy is to be able to smile as happily as Cheng Lin'er when he sees diners taste his food.

That is not only the satisfaction of the diner, but also his satisfaction.

However, Jiang Ping's thoughts quickly returned to reality:

"My dish is more than just delicious, don't you feel anything else?"

Cheng Lin'er frowned and thought about it, and nodded heavily:

"Yes, I ...... I still want to eat another serving, oops, I'm going to gain weight again, it's annoying. ”

A mysterious smile appeared on Jiang Ping's face.

Jiang Ping's smile stopped abruptly, and he said with a stiff face:

"That's it...... Don't feel anything else?"

It is a beautiful and delicious medicinal diet with great results.

This is the ultimate move I used to prepare for the conquest of Qingyunmen.

Are you embarrassed to say another one?!

"Wait a minute, there you have it. ”

"What?"

Jiang Ping's spirit was shocked.

Cheng Lin'er looked pensive: "My face is very hot, my whole body is hot, as if there is a hot breath running around, did you drug me?"

Jiang Ping immediately nodded: "That's the feeling, hurry up, go and practice martial arts, otherwise it will be too late and there will be no effect." ”

Cheng Lin'er shook her head with a bitter face and said, "But I just ate enough and don't want to move." ”

"Gotta move!"

Jiang Ping gritted his teeth and threatened viciously:

"Otherwise, don't want me to make you something to eat in the future!"

Jiang Ping's threat to Cheng Lin'er hit the death hole, thinking that she would not be able to eat such delicious food in the future, Cheng Lin'er reluctantly stood up, walked outside, and started a set of boxing exercises.

Although Cheng Lin'er is lazy and greedy, after all, it is a family history, and the foundation is still good, and a set of Qingyun Sanshou Twelve Styles is also a tiger and a tiger.

Half an hour later.

Cheng Lin'er tossed and turned the Twelve Styles of Sanshou seven or eight times, and finally lucked the dantian and let out a soft shout like thunder:

"Drink!"

A stream of white gas spat out, resembling a long arrow, and it went for three or four meters before gradually dissipating.

"I've upgraded?"

Cheng Lin'er looked at her hands in disbelief, white and tender, like freshly peeled shallots, but they contained enough strength to crack bricks and stones.

She was like a child who got a new toy and was eager to share, constantly smirking at Jiang Ping:

"Did you see it, did you see it, I broke through it just now, I really broke through it, haha, this girl's qualifications are really unparalleled in the world. ”

Then she touched her belly.

Wow, even the belly is a little smaller.

If you eat delicious food, you can upgrade your products, and you can lose weight, and your dream has come true.

Cheng Lin'er felt that the biggest surprise was this, and even the eyes that looked at Jiang Ping seemed to glow, that is, she saw a treasure.

Tie him back, ask him to cook for me every day, and if he doesn't give it, he will be locked up in a small black room, and he will be served with whip and chili water.

When the time comes, I, Cheng Lin'er, will be the first in Qingyun!

Cheng Lin'er was about to think about how she punched the elite of Qingyun's inner gate and kicked the top ten of the outer gate, and was pulled back by Jiang Ping's words.

"Haven't you ever eaten medicinal food when you're so big?"

"Is that medicated?"

Cheng Lin'er's eyes widened, and she said even more incredulously:

"Medicinal food can be so delicious? Medicinal food shouldn't be something black in color and smelling like, after I ate it, I was so nauseous that I couldn't eat for three days, and that was the first time in my life that I went on a successful hunger strike. ”

It's done!

Jiang Ping didn't care about Cheng Lin'er's inappropriate metaphor, but felt a sense of relief in his heart.

This time it was even more perfect than he had imagined.

The Seven Flavors Soup is just another form of the effect of the Seven Flavors of the Body Formula, which has the effect of strengthening the body, nourishing qi and invigorating the blood.

And Cheng Lin'er has a daughter who is like a slave father, and she usually doesn't know how many good things she has been fed, and this medicinal diet is just the last straw that crushes the camel, and the potential she usually accumulates is brought into full play and turned into strength.

But others won't pursue so much, they will only see that Cheng Lin'er broke through after eating one of his medicinal meals, which is enough.

With such a living signboard, his reputation in Qingyunmen can be played out quickly.

When the time comes, there will be an endless stream of people who ask him to cook a meal, and it is natural to take advantage of it or something.

Of course, Jiang Ping's style is not so small.

In his previous life, he was already famous in the rivers and lakes, and even King Wu of Zhao asked him to cook, so his reputation was like a floating cloud to him.

It's the benefits that matter.

He is now subject to the Night Rain Building, as if dancing with shackles, and many operations cannot be performed.

This can be regarded as a temptation for him to Yeyulou, and he has seen his greater value, so he can give him more autonomy.

And he can also take the opportunity to reap the benefits of Qingyunmen, and let him secretly accumulate more abundantly, so that when he leaves Yeyulou in the future, he can face their pursuit more calmly.

That's for sure.

As a killer organization that survived to the third expansion, although it lived like a servant street in Jiang Ping's mouth, he had to admit that the organization was strong, and killing a nobody like Jiang Ping was as simple as blowing a breath.

They don't care how many casualties their low-level killers are, because these killers are like leeks, cutting stubble and stubble.

In the entire territory of Zhao Kingdom, they have at least a double-digit killer cultivation base.

But if such a low-level killer jumps out on his own and says he won't do it, it will be a slap in the face, which will damage the reputation of the brand.

So when the time comes, we must use blood to prove that they are still old and hot, still sharp, and still invincible.

Jiang Ping's gaze poked out far away, a little heavier.

Cheng Lin'er on the side suddenly felt that the person next to her seemed to have some indescribable changes.

However, these were quickly forgotten by Cheng Lin'er, as long as she could make good food for her.

Jiang Ping glanced at her and exhaled lightly.

Preparing something, no matter what time it is, is not enough.

But his path, from today, officially began.