Yamashita's procurement process was lackluster.

Originally, Jiang Ping wondered when the atmosphere in the kitchen had become so friendly, and such a good errand was handed over to him as a newcomer.

After going down the mountain, I realized that there was a disciple of Qingyunmen as an overseer in the procurement team, although he was called a team leader, but every degree of application had to go through the hands of the superintendent.

Fortunately, Jiang Ping didn't think about being greedy for ink, and honestly bought all the materials on the list, but it was a bit cumbersome and tiring.

I had the opportunity to take a tour of Qingyun County.

Qingyun County is not big, with a population of more than 100,000, but the original ancient buildings, special local snacks and delicacies, and hospitable beautiful big sisters......

made Jiang Ping's somewhat gloomy mood a lot clearer.

However, when he was in the county seat, he also met a person, Xu Wu.

This genius disciple who was identified by Jiang Ping as a disguise for the Seven Nights.

At this time, Xu Wu has a good reputation, known as the first day of Qingyunmen for fifty years, and he jumped into five grades in just half a year.

However, he seemed to be on a mission, and hurried over with a group of Qingyun disciples, only to meet Jiang Ping.

Qingyunmen didn't raise these disciples for nothing.

Restaurants, gambling houses, money houses, medical halls, mines, all aspects of the need for people, looking at Xu Wu's appearance, he is young, and he seems to be able to take charge on his own.

I don't know if he recognized himself or not.

Jiang Ping looked at Xu Wu's back, his eyes showed a little nostalgia, this was his first friend after waking up.

After returning to the mountain, Jiang Ping continued to do his own work, which was not out of line, and even his medicinal diet business was much more low-key.

The only one who has been heartless is probably the stupid girl next to her.

"Ergouzi, I want to eat chicken!"

Cheng Lin'er's eyes were blazing, and whenever she talked about eating, her eyes seemed to glow, which made Jiang Ping suspect for a while that she had a light bulb in her eye socket.

Jiang Ping replied weakly: "Oh, I'll make you seven-flavor soup later." ”

"Don't. ”

Cheng Lin'er swallowed her saliva: "Did you go down the mountain this time to the Fugui Building I told you, there is a particularly delicious dish there, called Fugui Chicken." ”

"Well, I did. ”

"Then will you do it, will you make it for me to eat?"

Cheng Lin'er said coquettishly.

Jiang Ping wanted to refuse, but looking at Cheng Lin'er's pitiful eyes, he sighed, and said a little dotingly: "Fugui chicken can't be made, do you want to eat it?"

"Does it make a difference?"

"Probably...... It doesn't make a difference. ”

Fuguilou's Fugui Chicken is a variant called Flower Chicken, which is probably sweeter in taste, more suitable for the taste of a little girl like Cheng Lin'er, and the name is a little more festive.

Jiang Ping tasted it once, and with his level as a senior chef at the moment, it was very simple to imitate it.

"Okay, I'm going to eat this. ”

Cheng Lin'er pondered for a while and made up her mind.

Two hours later.

Looking at the blackened shell, Cheng Lin'er looked disgusted:

"What is this? It's black, it's all carbon, can it be delicious?"

Jiang Ping took out a rolling pin and tapped it lightly, and the golden chicken appeared with the tempting fragrance of lotus leaves.

Cheng Lin'er: (╯▽╰) It's really fragrant~~

[Diner Cheng Lin'er eats [Original Called Flower Chicken], satisfaction 10, experience points 1. ] 】

Looking at the flashing hint on the panel, Jiang Ping smiled with satisfaction.

If all the diners in the world are as good as Cheng Lin'er, then it would be too happy to be a chef.

While nibbling on the fragrant chicken thighs, Cheng Lin'er muttered:

"Hello, my dad hasn't been with me lately, and I don't even want to pay attention to him. ”

Jiang Ping's heart moved, and he asked:

"Has Senior Elder Cheng been busy lately?"

"That's right, what is the centennial celebration of the sect, I asked my mother, and she said that there is still more than half a year, and I don't know what to worry about. ”

Cheng Lin'er complained.

"If you want me to say, it's better to invite a few more chefs to cook more delicious food for this celebration, and everyone will eat happily.

Celebration, if you don't eat something good, how can everyone be happy.

Huh?"

Cheng Lin'er put down the big chicken leg, looked Jiang Ping up and down, and sighed:

"Ergouzi, how about you go to the chef of this celebration when the time comes, your cooking is so delicious, everyone will be able to eat happily. ”

Jiang Ping hurriedly shook his head: "I'm so young, and I have no experience, no qualifications, it's not suitable." And the current head of the kitchen is my second uncle, do you want me to steal his place?"

"Oh. ”

Cheng Lin'er replied, and then focused on the chicken legs.

Jiang Ping thought about it beside him.

Although Cheng Lin'er didn't say it explicitly, since Elder Cheng was so busy that he couldn't even take care of his daughter, it meant that Qingyunmen must have reached the most critical time at this moment.

Then it would be impossible for Yeyulou not to seize this opportunity to make trouble.

To be honest, Jiang Ping had already begun to suspect the purpose of the Night Rain Building at this moment.

may be because of preconceived ideas, in his previous life, he saw that the first game of the Seven Nights Demon Lord's debut was the battle of destroying the door, but he didn't expect that this destruction would be planned for so long.

According to the trajectory of his previous life, even if he was an undercover agent who joined halfway, he would have to stay in Qingyunmen for at least more than a year, not to mention others.

So here's the problem.

It took so much time and so much energy just to kill a few people and destroy a door, is it normal?

It's obviously abnormal, as a killer organization, if you want to kill people and destroy people, how can it be so troublesome, and it's not that you can't beat it.

Although the head of Qingyun is a sword of Qingyun, a famous Tianmen martial artist, known as a martial arts master, but the record of any gold medal killer in Yeyulou is enough to erase these names.

But Yeyulou just didn't do it, it was to wait until the centennial of Qingyunmen's birth before he struck a thunderbolt and killed everything.

Jiang Ping's mind ran farther and farther and found a blind spot.

There are still people behind the Night Rain Building!

Who is he, or who are they?

What is it about Qingyunmen that attracts them?

Miracles, cheats, miracle soldiers, elixirs......

Jiang Ping shook his head, and quickly calmed down, this has something to do with him, and what he is thinking about now should be how to run.

Well, if you have a chance, you have to meet Xu Wu.

The first is to determine whether Xu Wu is the seventh night or not, and the second is to ask him if he is willing to run away with him.

Although according to the original trajectory, Qiye and he will break away from the Night Rain Tower, but that is at the cost of joining the Demon Gate.

Jiang Ping felt that if he had the opportunity to be a good person, he should not go astray.

The evil organization of the Demon Gate is not suitable for himself and a beautiful man as sunny and handsome as Qiye.

I'm so hard!

Jiang Ping felt that he was heartbroken for his little friend.

Or this silly girl is living happily.

Looking at Cheng Lin'er, who was full of oil, Jiang Ping's eyes showed a trace of sorrow.

Merely......

Will she survive that day?