The God of Cooking in the World of Martial Arts and Immortals

Everyone looked at him with sympathy, and Feng Qingyang sighed again and again: "Oh! My poor child."

Ren Yingying sneered sneeringly: "The slut gets what she wants, she deserves it."

The eight little maids nodded again and again: "Yeah."

"..."

Yilin, who had already grown a head of hair, walked up to Linghu Chong and asked in a low voice, "Brother Linghu, do you want to become a monk?"

Linghu Chong: "..."

……

Zhoushan, an inconspicuous blacksmith shop.

Ling Chi said to an old blacksmith: "I want an iron pan that doesn't use oil and doesn't stick, can you make it?"

The old blacksmith looked to be in his fifties, with a gray beard and short stature, but he had muscles all over his body.Hearing Ling Chi's request, the old blacksmith frowned: "My lord, do you know what kind of iron pan can be non-stick?"

"Well..." Ling Chi thought for a while, and said, "I heard that there is a kind of iron pot in a certain place in Shandong. Forging until the pot is like a mirror. The simplest dish of scrambled eggs in clear water can be seen in its characteristics, without a drop of oil, it can be completely non-stick.”

The old blacksmith's head was as big as a bucket when he heard it: "Young master, are you sure you want to make an iron pot, not a magic weapon?"

"Of course it's an iron pot." Ling Chi took out a sketch iron pot from his arms and said, "That's how it is."

The old blacksmith looked at the lifelike sketch of the iron pot and exclaimed, "This is drawn by the young master? It really looks like it."

"It's okay... Can it be built?" Ling Chi asked.

"This..." The old blacksmith frowned and remained silent for a long time before saying, "I can only try, but I can't guarantee whether it will work or not."

"It doesn't matter, let's try!" Ling Chi took out five taels of silver and said, "This is a deposit. I have something to go on a long trip, and I will be back in three months. Regardless of success or failure, this five taels of silver is yours."

"Thank you, young master, thank you very much, young master." The old blacksmith was very pleasantly surprised, and thanked him again and again: "The little old man will definitely do his best."

……

Two months later, Yuan Dadu.

In the evening, Xuan Ming and his elders staggered out of the restaurant, reeking of alcohol, and saw a pear vendor on the side of the road. They grabbed two pears and ate them, but the vendor dared not speak out.

In the capital of the Yuan Dynasty, those who are well-dressed, the low-level people would never dare to offend, otherwise the loss of a few pears is small, and the loss of life is not worth it.

"You're very angry!" A boy in white walked up to the peddler.

The peddler was stunned for a moment, seeing that he thought he was a young man, he hurriedly said: "Young master, you are joking, how dare you be a young man."

The boy in white smiled slightly, knelt down and looked at the pears in the basket, picked more than ten pears, and threw him a piece of silver: "It's late, go home quickly!"

"Master!?" The peddler was stunned. Seeing the boy in white walk away, he pinched his arm hard.

pain!

Not a dream.

He hurriedly put the broken silver into his bosom, and the peddler went out of the city with the remaining pears.

Not long after, the two elders Xuanming walked to a remote place and were about to urinate anywhere when they were suddenly hit hard on the back of the head and both lost consciousness.

Ling Chi put the thick wooden stick into the space of God of Cooking, and looked at the elder Xuanming who fell on the ground, his eyes sparkled.

experience!

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Chapter 74 Minmin Temoore

Three days later, Ruyang Palace.

"Princess, Xuanming and Elder Xuanming are missing."

In the independent chamber of Princess Minmintmoor, Ah Da reported the news with a solemn expression.

A little loli in a luxurious dress who was writing paused, then raised her head, revealing a cute and adorable face.

Minmintemoor, the jewel in the palm of King Ruyang, was conferred the title of Princess Shaomin by Emperor Yuan. At only nine years old, she was already a famous female Zhuge in the capital, and was praised by countless high-ranking officials as the once-in-a-thousand-year grassland pearl.

Whether it is flattering or not is a matter of opinion, but Minmin Temoore is indeed very smart.At the age of six, he solved the prose with no stagnation in his conception, and his words were full of love. At the age of eight, he was good at ingenious thinking, good at strategy, and full of surprises.

King Ruyang attached great importance to her, and arranged countless masters to protect her, and this Ah Da was one of them.

Ah Da, whose real name is Dongfang Bai, was originally the head of the four great elders of the Beggar Clan. He is a master of swordsmanship and is famous in all corners of the world. Because of his extraordinary speed, he seems to have seven or eight arms, so he got the "Eight-Armed Excalibur" This nickname.According to legend, he died of a serious illness, and actually took refuge in the Ruyang Palace, under the pseudonym "Ada".

Originally, he was very dissatisfied with King Ruyang for arranging him next to a girl, but after just one month, he completely changed his mind and willingly let Master Shaomin dictate.

Without him, Princess Shaomin is too smart, she doesn't look like an eight or nine-year-old girl at all.Ah Da is well-versed and knowledgeable, and he has come into contact with countless talents in the world, but in his opinion, there is no one who can compare with Princess Shaomin.

Daughter of Destiny!

This is the truest feeling in Ah Da's heart.

After hearing Ah Da's report, Min Min Te Moore frowned and asked, "When did you disappear?"

The voice has the immaturity and crispness unique to this age, but with a three-point coldness, which is not to be underestimated.

"The last time someone saw them was at noon three days ago..." Ah Da told all the known information: "After the two left the restaurant, they never appeared again."

"Check!" Minmin Temoore picked up the pen and continued to write unfinished Chinese characters: "In Yuan Dadu, it is impossible for someone to disappear without a sound. Any clues must not be let go."

"Yes." Ada took the order and retreated.

Not long after, Minmin Temoore put down his brush and looked at the Chinese characters he had written—Wulin Supreme, Dragon Slaying with a Sword, Commanding the world, and no one dared not to obey.

"Boring." Twist the fine rice paper into a ball and throw it away.

Sitting in front of the desk, resting her chin on her hands, dangling her dangling calf, the little girl Minmintemoore was stunned: "I really want someone to play with me!"

……

Min Min Te Moore's subordinates were very capable, and within a day, they found a suspicious clue.

"A tall and thin man in white?"

Listening to Ah Da's report, Min Min Temoore's eyes flashed, and he said, "Bribe the gate guards, and leave the city with two suspicious sacks..."

"Yes." Ah Da said: "The city gate soldiers thought he was a human trafficker, so they didn't care."