"Cooking?"

The village soldier saw Jiang Ping skillfully making a fire and cooking a pot under the door, and shouted at him very familiarly:

"Please send some water down, I may not have enough. ”

"Could it be them?"

The village soldier suddenly realized.

It is rumored that in the past six months, a strange cook has suddenly appeared nearby, he does not need money to cook for people, and he also brings his own ingredients and gives them to everyone for free.

At first, everyone was afraid to eat it, for fear that there would be a problem.

But the cook would leave when he had finished his dishes, and he didn't seem to care what everyone did with his dishes.

And then......

Everyone who has eaten the material he made is really fragrant.

It's a pity that this cook never stays in the same place more than three times.

Even if someone Zeng Sheng kept it and offered a high price for three daughters-in-law, the cook was unmoved.

The daughter-in-law of the next door to the village soldier had just returned from her mother's house, and she was fortunate enough to meet this mysterious cook at her mother's house and taste the dishes he cooked.

That taste, under the not very beautiful adjectives of the daughter-in-law next door, almost didn't starve the village soldiers to death, so I hurried home to eat two more steamed buns and drink a big bowl of well water.

Thinking about it, the village soldier unconsciously secreted saliva in his mouth, and swallowed his saliva fiercely:

"Okay, I'll get you water right away!"

"You're crazy, do you know who they are?"

Village soldier B stopped.

The village soldier looked like a wise man, and sneered:

"Don't you think about how beautiful the food is made by that strange chef, and now that people are here, why don't you recognize it?"

Village soldier B suddenly realized: "It's them." ”

Thinking of the legends of those delicacies, I feel that the person who made the ingredients underneath seems to be glowing.

"I'm going to inform the village chief and get some more water. ”

"You're sensible. ”

The village soldier has been greatly blessed with superior intelligence

The village chief came quickly, and at the same time there were dozens of people following him.

"Is that him?"

The village chief looked down, secretly observing.

Village Soldier A nodded, and secretly glared at Village Soldier B, there are so many people, he can only eat a few bites later

The village chief scratched his beard and said:

"This man is such a strange cook, why don't we open the door to meet him?"

"Don't be impulsive, village chief. ”

After the humane:

"Recently, I heard that several villages were deceived by fake strange chefs to open the gates, and then the horse thieves who were ambushed behind rushed in, burned, killed and looted, and suffered great losses.

We're also happy.

Not long ago, the wind thief just sent us a blackmail letter, asking us to hand over 100,000 catties of grain and 50 women.

In the blink of an eye, this strange chef came to our village.

I don't think they're good!"

The village chief nodded: "That makes sense, let's take a look." ”

Only then did the village soldier know that these people were not all here to rob him of food, but also to guard against horse thieves.

As time passes, the underside becomes more and more fragrant.

Village soldier A swallowed his saliva:

"Village Chief, I don't think this strange chef is fake. If you don't eat this dish, it won't taste good when it's cold. ”

"Otherwise, don't open the door, let me go, I'll be a pioneer for everyone, anyway, I'm a single person, and I'm not afraid to sacrifice for the village. ”

Gollum!

If you don't have this saliva, everyone will be very moved.

The village chief agreed with the nod: "It's really going to be cold." ”

Then he reacted and glared at the village soldier:

"When is it, still thinking about eating. Everyone pay attention, I am the village head, and I am the first to sacrifice for the village!"

And he jumped.

......

Jiang Ping's speed is very fast, start a fire and burn the pot, add oil, put in the ingredients, stir-fry, add seasonings, and the process is very familiar.

But the same process, done by different chefs, will get different flavors.

Obviously, Jiang Ping is the best of them.

The finished dish is poured directly on the lotus leaves.

The plate is fragile and costly, and after Jiang Ping tried it a few times, he decisively used the leaves.

Lotus leaves, plantain leaves, are excellent tableware, and they look full of primitive style.

The village chief was also a warrior, and he jumped directly from the gate of the village, stirring up a puff of dust on the ground.

Lao Qiu next to him coughed lightly, and a fresh breeze blew in the opposite direction, blowing back the dust that had just been raised, and did not contaminate the dishes on the ground.

When the village chief noticed this, his heart sank, and he didn't dare to be careless.

He stared at Jiang Ping with blazing eyes, and asked:

"Your Excellency is a strange chef?"

Jiang Ping ignored him and continued to fight with the last few dishes.

He had to cook fifty dishes at a time.

Qiu Daoyu coughed lightly twice, attracting the attention of the village chief:

"Yes and no, what's the difference? These dishes are left here, and it is your choice whether to eat them or not. ”

The village chief suddenly felt profound, and stood aside obediently, waiting for Jiang Ping to finish the dishes.

A quarter of an hour later, fifty dishes were finished, and the ingredients brought by the ox cart were almost consumed.

Jiang Ping was about to leave unfathomably, maintaining Qirao decency.

I heard a shout of killing coming from afar.

"Horse bandits!

The village soldier standing on the lookout shouted loudly, and at the same time struggled to ring a bell on the platform to remind the villagers.

The dust was flying in front of them, and in the flying sand, tall horses rushed out of the picture, waving scimitars on their backs, with perverted smiles on their faces, and rushed towards them with strange screams.

They were extremely fast, rushing over them in a distance of several hundred meters in almost a few breaths.

The village chief was a little panicked, but he still reminded the villagers on the gate of the village loudly:

"Leave me alone, hold on to the gate, they won't be able to get in!"

With that, he quickly grabbed a piece of chicken from the lotus leaf, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it a few times.

For such a stutter, it looks like I'm going to pay for myself.

When the village chief thought about it, he felt that it was a loss, so he quickly grabbed it a few times, stuffed his mouth full, and said to Jiang Ping while chewing:

"Woo, it's delicious! They're Woo, Wind Thieves, you have to be careful. ”

【】

Jiang Ping saw that his achievement points were plus one, and he couldn't help but take a serious look at the bearded and rough village chief in front of him.

Although it looks a bit silly, the recognition of the food makes him respectful.

So he pulled Qiu Daoyu back and left this scene of performance to the heroic village chief.

Hundreds of horse bandits stopped at a distance of about 80 meters at the gate of the wall.

This distance can be attacked, retreated, and defended, which makes the villagers who secretly aim with bows and arrows very uncomfortable.

"Are the food and women ready?"

In front of the bandits, a very young and arrogant horse bandit raised his scimitar and asked the village chief.

The village chief wiped the oil from his mouth and replied loudly:

"You want to snatch food and women from our village, dream the fuck!"

"I'm standing here today, just me, to see which one dares to come forward?!"