"The knife is not only a cooking tool, but also a symbol of honor for chefs.
【Task Content】Complete two dishes to prove your knife skills.
[Task Reward] One thousand merit points; one physical card."
The system told the [Glory] missions one by one for the rest of my life.
"I finally understand, you won't give up until I master my knife skills," Yu Sheng said.
The system said: "Knife skills are the foundation of a chef. If you weren't lazy, why would this system take so much trouble?"
Well, it was my own fault later on, so I could only change the subject for the rest of my life, "What on earth is the constitution card?"
After the upgrade task is completed, there will also be a physical card reward.
"For example, let you grow taller." The system simply said.
"I'll go, you are my uncle." Yu Sheng jumped up from the bed, his height had always been a pain for Shopkeeper Yu.
Everyone else hugged the girl affectionately, but Yu Sheng hugged Aunt Qing, not only standing on tiptoes, but more like a wretched young man with a bare chest.
The system was a little surprised, "Then you are quite respectful to your uncle's uncle,"
The system obviously never forgets "your uncle, the system" for the rest of his life.
"Don't worry about these details." Yu Sheng asked again: "How many constitution cards are there? Can they be redeemed after upgrading? I don't think there are too many."
The system said: "Physique cards are only limited to mission rewards, but there are as many IQ cards as you need."
"Your uncle." Yu Sheng couldn't help but say. This damn system always turns a blind eye to Uncle Yu's high IQ.
The system took advantage and then withdrew, ignoring Yu Sheng's polite greetings.
Fighting with the system in the morning is good for your health. After receiving the physical fitness card reward, you can get up with energy for the rest of your life.
After cleaning up, he exchanged it for Aunt Qing for a flower sculpture, which cost 120 merit points.
Never forget that my aunt is not.
When he went downstairs, he saw the white-browed old man in the yellow shirt who came to the town looking for a bronze mirror talking to Waizui.
"Let me tell you, my dragon-seeking ruler is very accurate. My mother's ancestors used it to find treasures for the King of the Eastern Wasteland." Waizui strongly recommended his dragon-seeking ruler.
But just as Yu Sheng came downstairs, the rotating Xunlong Ruler pointed to the side again.
The crooked words stopped abruptly. Damn it, why are you so inaccurate again? Isn't this a mistake at a critical moment?
Yu Sheng ignored them, put the rice wine in the kitchen, and was busy preparing breakfast for the guests.
"The caravan that came yesterday has left." Kaizai told Yu Sheng.
On weekdays, when I can't get up, Wei Zai makes breakfast to offset the cost of eating at the inn.
Yu Sheng agreed and had no intention of intervening. He was about to boil the wine and felt that drinking on an empty stomach was not good, so he made egg custard.
Wei Zai looked on and asked in frustration: "Why can't my egg custard taste like this?"
Making custard is very simple, but after trying everything, it’s strange that the result is not as good as Yu Sheng’s.
Yu Sheng said: "Don't be discouraged, you will succeed one day."
After that, it was strange to stay and try again, and he went upstairs with the egg custard.
"Come in," after knocking on the door, Aunt Qing said from inside.
"Egg custard and soup dumplings, eat them while they're hot." Yu Sheng put them on the table.
"Yeah." Aunt Qing sat over and Yu Sheng helped her tidy up her hair.
"Have you eaten yet?" Aunt Qing asked.
"No." Yu Sheng said hurriedly, thinking that his aunt was going to invite him to sit down and have a meal with him.
"Then you go hungry." Aunt Qing said.
If I don't play my cards according to the routine, I will sigh for the rest of my life, "I originally set my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch."
"You are still reciting poetry, do you want to become a poet?" Aunt Qing said, holding a soup dumpling with chopsticks and handed it to her.
Not to mention, there really are poetry immortals in the wilderness. Of course, they are not Brother Taibai, they are just people who wrote poems and became immortals.
"It's not bad to be a poet." Yu Sheng said while chewing the soup and containing the mushy paste.
"Three cups of vomiting promise will make the five mountains look lighter. When I recite this poem, the five mountains hang upside down. I don't know how handsome it is."
Poetry immortals, like painting immortals, have the ability to use the artistic conception and content of poems as magical arts. Of course, the more powerful the magical arts are, the greater the magical power will be.
Aunt Qing stopped drinking the egg custard and said, "What a poem, did you make it?" She bit her spoon and turned back to ask him.
The promise of these three cups is as heavy as a mountain, which is very bad for my little aunt.
"Of course," Yu Sheng paused, "No."
The little aunt who was shaken slapped his belly angrily.
"It would be great if I could do it. I can kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace behind in a thousand miles. Who is my opponent?" Yu Sheng said.
There are more than one poetry immortals in the wilderness, but few of them have the spirit of Taibai. Their artistic conception is a bit petty, and their immortal skills are not very good.
As for the rest of my life, although I will recite a few lines from the famous works of my predecessor Li Bai every year, I will not be able to understand the artistic conception and spirit, and naturally I will not become a poet.
"Who composed that?" Aunt Qing asked curiously. The person who composed such a poem was not a mortal, and Aunt Qing wanted to get to know him.
Hearing the desire for friendship from his little aunt, Yu Sheng was very alert and said: "He passed away, but he died of drunkenness."
There can only be one person that Aunt Qing admires.
He further advised: "So, being drunk is not good."
Aunt Qing said: "I've never been drunk, so I'm not afraid."
She fed Yu Sheng another soup dumpling and asked, "Who is responsible for the phrase 'sheng should be regarded as a distinguished person'?"
Yu Sheng pretended to be surprised, "This is the secret code between me and the city lord. How did you know it?"
Aunt Qing, who was kept in the dark, said proudly: "What is there about you that I don't know about?"
"You are familiar with the poet's name." Yu Sheng said.
"Really?" Aunt Qing stopped enjoying the delicious food and thought about it carefully, "It's definitely not you."
"why it's not me?"
"Do you have the consciousness to be a great person?"
"Okay, it's definitely not me." Yu Sheng didn't say who it was at the end of his life.
After arranging his hair, Aunt Qing poured the remaining half bowl of custard into him. After tidying up, they went downstairs together and saw that the little old man had already gotten up.
Perhaps the great revenge was avenged. The little old man was in good spirits and his white hair was fluttering upwards, quite like Einstein's predecessor.
"Thank you, shopkeeper." The little old man bowed respectfully to Yu Sheng.
If Yu Sheng hadn't taken action last night, not to mention a big revenge, he would probably have to explain everything there.
If so, the little old man will never forgive himself until he dies.
"It's a small matter." Yu Sheng waved his hands and was about to say something else when he suddenly remembered something.
He curiously asked the little old man, "Old man, what is your sunflower rubbing magic?"
Although it’s not Plants vs. Zombies, it’s still close, and I’ll definitely learn this skill for the rest of my life.
If there are ghosts without eyes coming in the future, I will let them taste the power of peas and sticks for the rest of my life.
"The kung fu in the Sunflower Book." The little old man said, "The shop owner must learn it."
Yu Sheng took three steps back, "Wha, what, Sunflower, Sunflower Collection?"
Although I knew it was probably not the same secret skill, I still couldn't help but look down at the little old man for the rest of my life.
I don't rule out the possibility that it's not the same thing. After all, they all have deep hatred.
Of course, it was a bit shabby for the little old man to live in a wilderness and a small forest.
"Yes, the Sunflower Book. If the shopkeeper wants to learn it, I will give it to you." The little old man said sincerely.
"No, I'm just asking casually. It's better to keep such a precious thing to yourself." Yu Sheng waved his hand.
"This Sunflower Manual is the secret skill of the Sunflower School of Ghost Hunting Masters. It is easy to see in Gusu City and is not very precious." said the little old man.
"No need to harm yourself?" Yu Sheng asked.
"What self-mutilation?" The little old man wondered, "The Sunflower Sect took the sunflower as an opportunity to deduce the Taiyi God's Numbers into the Sunflower Book."
The little old man didn't know how to thank Yu Sheng. Hearing that Yu Sheng was interested in the sunflower ghost hunting technique, he wanted to pass it on to him.
"Forget it, I'd better practice my calligraphy." Yu Sheng shook his head. He knew that he could bite off more than he could chew.
What's more important is that Sunflower doesn't have the majesty of the sword array, and he also needs to vomit blood.