Two hundred and fortieth chapters accept another apprentice
Seeing that everyone ignored him, the bad old man continued to yell and said all kinds of truths...
After half a day, when he saw that everyone was still unmoved and the dishes were almost cold, he suddenly pointed at the big wooden basin of the unicorn with his hand that was grabbing the back of his head and said:
"Why doesn't it have to wait?"
Zhang Baoer and others were convinced by him, and they could even explain this reason... You must know that although the unicorn is a king beast, it is still a beast. How can a human being compete with a beast?
If the one-horned horse felt something, he suddenly pulled out his big mouth from the big wooden basin, and then bared his teeth at him.
When the old man was furious, if he hadn't been afraid of Hai Ping and knew that this guy was the king of beasts, he might have rushed over and unleashed his anger with fists and kicks.
At this moment, Zhang Baoer spoke, opened his eyes and looked at the old man and asked lightly:
"Who are you?"
The bad old man moved his hateful eyes away from the horned horse's mouth, then looked at Zhang Baoer eagerly and said:
"Why should I tell you?"
"rational!"
He nodded, and then... nothing more happened, and the group of people continued to wait.
After just staring at Zhang Baoer, who looked like a wooden man, the bad old man almost collapsed and shouted quickly:
"My name is Master Huang, and I come from China in the Middle Earth. I heard some time ago that there is a delicious thing called 'Snow Silkworm' on Tongtian Peak, so I came here!"
"oh?!"
Zhang Baoer opened his eyes again and said with a smile:
"real?!"
Hearing this, Master Huang blushed and shouted:
"If I lied to you, I would die badly!"
"oh!"
"What are you saying 'oh'? You have time, why not hurry up that senior?!"
Hearing this, Zhang Baoer was happy, secretly praising this person for being really interesting, and then continued to ask:
"Are you a casual cultivator or..."
Before he could finish his words, Master Huang's eyes showed a look of surprise, and then he cursed happily:
"Why is it so tempting? If you want me, Master Huang, to be my subordinate, just tell me, my mother-in-law... is not straightforward at all! Let me tell you, even if you don't let me follow you, I will not leave!"
Everyone was shocked. This guy actually crossed his arms and looked like what are you going to do to me!
Hey, hey, hey... have you figured out the situation?! We are trying to trap you. Why do we feel like you have trapped us?
"snort!"
Zhang Baoer snorted and closed his eyes again without speaking.
Master Huang became anxious again, resisting the urge to jump down from his stool to question, and asked loudly:
"Don't you want to take me under your wing? Why don't you say anything again?! Hey! The food is cold, please be patient!"
"Ahem!"
Zhuo Leng coughed slightly, attracted Master Huang's attention to himself, and then said:
"You haven't answered the question Master just asked!"
Hearing this, Master Huang suddenly realized and cursed:
"You're so pretentious! I'm a casual cultivator, so it's okay now, right?"
"Can!"
Zhang Baoer happily opened his eyes and said something that Master Huang thought he had heard wrongly:
"Have a meal!"
"What?!"
Master Huang looked shocked and couldn't help but ask:
"Why don't you wait for that senior? How can this be done?! Or else...ah?!"
Seeing everyone using their chopsticks, Master Huang stopped talking and quickly grabbed a golden secret roasted bird that he had been eyeing before Lan Chen did. Then he worked hard...
Zhang Baoer, who had already fed himself and Cai'er in the kitchen in the name of 'testing dishes', twitched the corners of his mouth while putting a robe on Cai'er, who was yawning repeatedly - the way Master Huang was eating was really inelegant.
He stuffed it into his mouth with one hand and grabbed it with the other hand, and then he swallowed three mouthfuls of food. The best-looking dishes were already piled on the big plate in front of him.
"A typical role of eating from the bowl and scooping out the pot!"
A group of people didn't have any objections. This man's strength was enough to cover up all his shortcomings. Besides, the food on the table was very rich, and Master Huang only robbed less than a tenth of it.
The mother and son also enjoyed the meal very much. They own an inn and naturally know how to cook, but the delicious meal tonight was something they had never heard of before. It made people want to swallow it all.
Zhang Baoer had no intention of waiting for Haiping, because the old guy said that he would be busy healing Jiang Fei tonight, and Yan Xin had already taken over the responsibility of the master and the disciple.
His plan was to whet Master Huang's appetite, and then propose his recruitment after finding out the details of the other party. Who would have thought that this bad old man would be so straightforward and willing to suffer even more than Huang Gaidu!
Looking at the starving look of a foodie, Zhang Baoer couldn't help but lament the monotony of this world. Human history has been passed down for so many years, but he can't even cook well...
It sounds appalling, but it is the fact. He can't figure out why it is like this. He obviously has a pot but only knows how to cook but not fry, stir-fry and stew...
However, later, when he thought about the history of ancient China, he understood: He invented the gun, but did not study it. The most common use of the gun was actually fireworks and firecrackers.
About an hour later, although the round-bellied Master Huang was too lazy to move, he finally stood on the ground because Zhang Baoer was leaving, and Zhuo Leng and others all stood up - he was also one of them.
Although he had good intentions in making an exception, for the sake of the next meal, he decided to give him a treat.
Zhang Baoer nodded with satisfaction. It would be really difficult to manage this bad old man if he didn't understand the world.
Under the guidance of Jiang Mu, Zhang Baoer carried Cai'er to the room assigned to him, and then fell asleep. He was not worried about Master Huang slipping away at night. If he really wanted to leave, he wouldn't be able to keep him;
If it is true that he will not leave as he said, then there is no need to worry. We will talk about anything tomorrow. I have been tired from traveling these past few days and it is time to have a good sleep.
The next day, Zhang Baoer saw the bad old man in the middle hall and was very happy to see that he hadn't left.
After having breakfast with everyone and asking Jiang Fei to help him ask the guide about the dust-washing water, he asked Master Huang in detail.
In addition to the origins and specialties of Master Huang, the content of the inquiry also included what he knew, such as: the Holy Fire Cult.
After hearing about the Holy Fire Cult, Master Huang looked at Zhang Baoer in disbelief and became serious.
After hearing that Zhang Baoer and others would go to the desert in two and a half years, he asked eagerly:
"Sir, do you know the route?!"
Zhang Baoer smiled slightly and nodded.
Master Huang was so happy that he jumped and screamed:
"Sir, I will definitely behave well, and you must take me with you when the time comes!"
Hearing this, Zhang Baoer asked with a look of surprise:
"Don't Wanbao Pavilion sell route maps? Didn't you think that after secretly learning cooking skills, you would spend money to buy a copy of the news and go by yourself?!"
Master Huang said with a mournful face:
"I can't afford it..."
Next, he told Zhang Baoer about his embarrassment.
Zhang Baoer was stunned. Although this guy was a master of Kongfu, he had been busy looking for delicious food all over the world all his life. He didn't have much time to earn spiritual stones. Although he had some savings, it was relatively small.
It was far from enough for him to gather the real government, let alone buy the news about the Holy Fire Cult.
In other words, Master Huang is very unreliable and does not do his job properly. If Zhang Baoer's second-rate cooking skills were not the only one in the world, this bad old man would definitely not give up his food and stay in the service.
For some reason, Master Huang suddenly reminded him of the green-haired old man he met in the Western Wilderness. The old guy was very similar to him. One was for food and the other was obsessed with fun. The old guy actually sang the song for a song.
The piano that even Hai Ping and Hai Ming couldn't see through was given to him.
In other words, this kind of person is very elegant, a pure person, and can be said to be an artist of life.
Thinking of this, Zhang Baoer felt a sense of awe, and after pondering for a while, he couldn't help but say:
"If you want to cook, I can teach you. The condition is that you work for me for ten years! How about it?"
Hearing this, Master Huang was shocked and couldn't help but ask:
"What about ten years from now?"
"What ten years from now?"
Zhang Baoer was confused and saw Master Huang saying angrily:
"If there's anything you forget to teach me in these ten years, wouldn't I be at a huge loss?!"
"How is that possible?!"
Zhang Baoer said angrily:
"Master leads me in, cultivation depends on oneself!"
Master Huang was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he made sense, and then he became Liu Ruxi's younger brother in a daze.
This person shamelessly called him master immediately, and also called Cai'er his master's wife. Seeing that he got into the mood so quickly, Zhang Baoer had to call him a 'living treasure' in his heart.
Under Master Huang's expectant gaze, lunch time finally arrived, and then...then his face turned dark.
Zhang Bao'er was also speechless for a while. Master Huang was simply a heretic among chefs. It would not be an exaggeration to call him a waste. No matter how he made a dish, even if it was made under Zhang Bao'er's supervision and guidance, he just couldn't eat it.
When he and Cai'er led Master Huang out, he didn't even understand why. Asking Master Huang to cook was like asking a donkey to learn to compose poetry. He couldn't teach it no matter what.
If it weren't for his identity as a monk in the Kongfu and his unfamiliarity with him, Lan Chen and others who were watching would have burst into laughter.
"Hey...is there something missing in your head than ordinary people?"
After finishing lunch, Zhang Baoer couldn't help but ask.
"Hey!"
Master Huang let out a dejected sigh and said:
"My dead dad said the same thing!"
Zhang Baoer's face turned dark instantly and asked him to go to the town to buy ingredients - there were too many ingredients wasted just now, and they didn't bring much, and now they were empty; if they hadn't stopped in the middle just now, this lunch would have been
Don't even think about eating it.
Afterwards, Zhang Baoer had nothing to do and began to practice his sword skills. Jiang Fei, who had brought tea, stared at him - he looked about the same age as Zhang Baoer, but despite his golden elixir cultivation, he was not even worthy of carrying Zhang Baoer's shoes.
No sword could be blocked by him without his full strength.