The beauty of fast time travel and the tragic villain

Chapter 32 Raiding the Demon Sect Leader (32)

Jian Anning is in this world. As a romance writer at Qidian, she lives alone. Although she is not short of money, she can't eat out every day. When she became a full-time Qidian romance writer, she once ordered takeout for a whole year. Eating takeaway three meals a day, this feeling was flattering at first, but after a long time, she almost vomited after eating takeaway.

Jian Anning had enough of takeaway food, so she had no choice but to study how to cook. She watched cooking tutorial videos on the Internet while learning how to cook. nice.

Unexpectedly, Jian Anning's culinary skills in this world unexpectedly played a role in the world of wearing books.

"Then I'm going to cook in the kitchen of the inn. You guys wait here, and the dishes will be here in a while."

After finishing speaking, Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, walked towards the backyard of the inn, and she soon came to the kitchen in the backyard of the inn.

"All the money is given to the owner of your inn. You leave a pot for me to use, and prepare all the ingredients I want."

Jian Anning gave all the money in the purse given to her by Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, to the cook who worked in the kitchen of the inn.

There are a dozen taels of silver in the money bag.

After all, it is easy to do things with money, the cook took the money bag with a smile on his face, and opened a pot for Jian Anning to use.

Not only that, the cook also said that Jian Anning can use all the ingredients and ingredients in the kitchen at will. If there are missing ingredients, you can tell him, and he can send the waiter in the inn to go out and buy them for her.

Jian Anning was cooking in the kitchen of the inn. Looking at the hot dishes being cooked in the pot, she felt that the kitchen smelled like fireworks.

After half an hour.

Jian Anning made a total of ten dishes, steamed fish, braised fish, roasted chicken, roasted duck, roasted goose, steamed crab, braised pork, roasted whole lamb, grilled fish, charcoal roasted trotters.

Jian Anning made a total of ten dishes, all of which were meat, and she made two servings of each dish. After all, there were two tables of people, so a little more was needed to eat.

Jian Anning likes to eat meat in this life, so in her first romance novel "Jianghu Fengyuelu", Jian Anning, the daughter of the heroine of the martial arts leader, set a setting for her to love meat .

Jian Anning put the perspiration medicine into the water used for cooking, so that the cooked rice contained the perspiration medicine.

Jian Anning was still in the process of cooking, putting Mongolian perspiration medicine into each dish, and each dish put about half a pack of Mongolian perspiration medicine.

The cook who was working in the kitchen couldn't help being curious as he watched Jian Anning put half a pack of white powder wrapped in yellow paper into each dish.

"Girl, what is the white powder you add to the dish?"

The cook asked Jian An Ning with a face full of curiosity.

"Spices that make dishes delicious."

"Well, then can I try your dishes? I'm curious how delicious the spices you said will make the dishes."

Seeing that Jian Anning was a young girl who was easy to talk to, the cook asked a little rudely.

"I'm really sorry. There are more than a dozen of my friends. They have a lot of food. Maybe these dishes are not enough for them."

Jian Anning is still smiling all over her face, and still looks harmless to humans and animals.

"Then can you share some of your spices with me?"

"I'm a cook. Although I'm just an ordinary cook, I like to study all the delicacies in the world. I want to study whether your spices are really so magical and can make food more delicious. stand up."

The cook said indifferently.

"I'm really sorry, I only have a few packs of spices, and I've used up all of them, there's not even one pack left."

Jian Anning ruthlessly refused, but what she said was a rare truth.

"Then do you know where this spice is sold? I want to buy a few packs."

"This is a spice from a foreign land, which is very rare. If you want to buy it, go to a foreign land."

Jian Anning felt that the cook was really pestering her, she almost wondered if the cook had discovered something, she cried in her heart that it was not good, thinking that this was going to be troublesome.

But after the cook heard Jian Anning say that spices can only be bought in foreign countries, the disappointed expression on his face was enough to make Jian Anning feel relieved, she knew that she was worrying too much.

This cook is just an ordinary cook who devotes all his attention to cooking. He is crazy about cooking.

After thinking about this point clearly, Jian Anning's unhappiness at being pestered by the cook disappeared without a trace, and she even had some admiration for the cook.

After all, Jian Anning is a starting-point romance writer in this world, and the process of her writing can be compared to the process of a cook cooking——

The profession of writing requires not only hard work, but also enough love for the works to be able to persist in writing for many years, and the things written will have aura.

Jian Anning sighed inwardly, and she withdrew her thoughts.

Jian Anning asked a waiter in the inn to bring over a dozen fragrant hot meat dishes and a big bucket full of rice that she had prepared from the kitchen in the backyard of the inn to the two tables on the first floor of the inn.

"Wow, Jane Anning, although I like meat very much, why is it all meat?"

"Aren't there any vegetarian dishes?"

Ming Chongli, a disciple of the New Moon Sect, was the first to complain.

"Eat more food and talk less."

Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, sat beside Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua School, and sat directly opposite Ming Chongli, a major disciple of the New Moon School, and Li Qinghuan, a major disciple of the Kunlun School.

Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, graciously put vegetables in the bowl of Ming Chongli, the big disciple of the New Moon Sect who was sitting directly opposite her, and said, "Didn't you say you like meat? Why, there is still enough to eat." Keep your mouth shut."

Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon Sect, smiled embarrassedly when he heard this. He stopped talking and concentrated on eating the food in his bowl.

"Sister Ye, you eat too."

Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, went on to add vegetables to the bowl of Ye Qingling, the female leader of the Feihua School who was sitting next to her.

"An Ning, the dishes you cook are really delicious. You will definitely become a good wife and mother in the future. Li Qinghuan will be blessed in the future."

"Jian Anning, Li Qinghuan, I heard that you already have an engagement. I'm here to wish you a happy marriage in advance and a happy marriage for a hundred years."

Ye Qingling, the female leader of the Feihua sect, didn't know that the heart of Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, belonged to Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, and she said it to herself.

"When you get married, you must remember to invite me to a wedding wine."

Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua School, said sincerely to Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader who was sitting next to her, and Li Qinghuan, a major disciple of the Kunlun School who was sitting directly opposite her.

(End of this chapter)