God of Life and Death

The black-faced general took his guard and turned away, leaving the curse behind him to the sky, and he did not listen.

Looking at the black-faced general's figure drifting away.

Fang Yue put on a sad expression. But in his heart, he was already happy! Fighting and killing is too annoying.

What a great cooking class! Eat and drink, cut firewood with fresh water, is there a safer place than there?

"report!"

In the afternoon, Fang Yue arrived at the cooking class in enthusiasm.

The cooking class of the Apocalypse Legion is very large.

There are three hundred stoves, three hundred dishes, and three hundred tables.

This cooking room, covering an area of ​​ten acres, is the food supply for the entire Apocalypse Army.

"In!"

In the cooking room, a middle-aged man with a slightly fat figure, smooth skin, and a well-kept head was writing something down. He heard some reports, but he didn't look up, and was still busy with his work.

"I heard that you were exiled here because you offended General Ye?"

The middle-aged man with smooth skin still did not look up. The voice was slightly dull.

"Who is General Ye? That black face?"

Fang Yue was stunned.

"Blackface?"

The smooth-skinned middle-aged man raised his head and looked at Fang Yue with a smile and said, "General Ye Da is a violent temper. No one dares to provoke him easily. You dare to call him a black face. It seems that he is offending you. Please!"

"Fortunately, fortunately, there was indeed a little grudge, but I just saw him put me in the kitchen room!"

Fang Yue slapped haha, he just learned that the black-faced general's name was Ye.

But no matter what his surname, it is a good general to put him in the rear without danger.

The smooth-skinned middle-aged man looked at Fang Yue, and the smile on his mouth became deeper.

"My dear, Tian Mingguang, I am in charge of the cooking room. I will arrange your work in the cooking room in the future!"

The job of the cooking room is very simple. Everyone is responsible for a stove. A vegetable dish and a big pot are all the equipment of a cooking class member.

There are 300 sets of pots and stoves in the cooking room, but not every pot has a corresponding owner.

In fact, in the huge cooking room, all the chefs add up to only a few hundred people.

The remaining one hundred pots and stoves are all special props for free payment.

"In fact, the work in the cooking room is very easy. You only need to prepare a table of meals in the morning, in the evening, and in the evening. The Apocalypse Legion is clearly composed of 30,000 people, but in fact, there are less than 20,000 people in total. Ten thousand people are suspended, so not many people open their mouths to eat.

We have chef No. 108, and if you count 109 people, it’s easy to cook for less than 20,000! "

The person responsible for teaching Fang Yuejun's rules was a small fat man, dressed in a white coat, with a shovel in his left hand and an iron pot in his right hand. He looked very professional.

His smile is lovely, giving people a warm and innocent feeling.

His name is Sima Xiao, a disciple of a family outside of Yan Kingdom. It is said that he was exiled here because he offended the big figures of the family. On Sima Xiao's body, Fang Yue sensed a very subtle fluctuation. The intensity of this fluctuation was not weaker than his elder brother Fang Lingxiao.

This cooking class is indeed a place where dragons and tigers hide.

There are many people in the mundane land, and there are monks in the sweeping.

Fang Yue has never despised a place like a cooking room.

"Do you know how to cook? It's okay, I can teach you! In fact, cooking is very simple, all cuisines are basically a process..."

Sima laughed at each other and Yue was particularly enthusiastic. It's easy to get good impressions.

"It's okay, cook! I still know a little!"

Fang Yue didn't have any other skills in his previous life. As a millennium hanging silk, his cooking skills were absolutely superb.

"Brother, don't be aggressive, you don't look like someone in the kitchen because of your delicate skin and tender meat! If it doesn't work, I can help you with your cooking task the other day."

Sima laughed and slapped Fang Yue's shoulder kindly, with an expression that I understand you well.

"It's okay, it's okay! I really know how to cook. If you don't believe me, I can try."

Fang Yue smiled shyly, walked to the front of his kitchen stove, looked at the various ingredients piled up beside him, and asked Sima Xiao, "I can use these things!"

"Use it, use it whatever you want, everything in this kitchen is openly supplied by the Apocalypse Legion, you can use it as much as you want.

Sima smiled and looked at Fang Yue, with a hint of suspiciousness in his eyes.

Fang Yue was no longer polite, and skillfully began to pick and wash vegetables.

"Second son, the gentleman is far from the cook! You can't do this..."

At this time, Shao Gang jumped out again.

It's really inappropriate to let Fang's second son cook.

"Shao Gang, you are wrong! Everything is Tao, and there is a deep truth in the cooking process!" Fang Yue pulled his face down. Although this guy is kind, his mother-in-law always takes care of himself. This doesn't matter.

Fang Yue is going to give him a lively social practice class and convince him!

"Everything is true, but my Fang family's Tao should be obtained from **** battles on the battlefield. How can we linger in this kitchen?"

Shao Gang continued to discourage Fang Yue, but he still didn't give up. The son of the dignified Fang family lives in the cooking room with the iron pan and shovel. This legend goes out and will have a great impact on the reputation of the other family. Even Shao Gang would rather Fang Yue defy the enlistment and be executed by the Apocalypse Legion, and don't want his son to be so obsessed with the chefs.

"Absurdity! The most important thing for practitioners is to abandon the mind! Eating is the way, drinking water is the way, walking is the way, killing is the way! The way is not high or low, there is no strong or weak. Only people have high and low in their hearts, There are strengths and weaknesses, so that's why it's hard to be a big one!"

Fang Yue reprimanded Shao Gang with a high-sounding voice. In fact, he didn't understand the great principle he just said, because he saw too many forums every day. Casually scolded for a while.

"Everything is true! Are there differences in hearts?"

While immersed in the copy, Tian Guangming, who was struggling with writing, moved his ears slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression.

"For example, in this kitchen, there is a reason for Pao Ding to solve the cow!"

Shao Gang looked blank, at a loss in the cloud and mist that Fang Yue flickered.

Upon seeing this, Fang Yue hit the iron while it was hot, with a face of righteousness, and took out a piece of beef casually.

"There are horizontal lines and vertical lines in this beef. If it is a rough knife, it will destroy the texture of the beef bones. A truly experienced chef will follow the trend and cut according to the texture. It’s easy and effortless, and it won’t spoil the taste of the beef itself!"

The tip of Fang Yue's knife fell, light and dexterous, and a scalpel knife fluttered in his hand as if he had his own life.

His solution to the cow is no longer a low-level and boring job, but a perfect art!

Every rise and fall of the blade, every graceful stroke, seems to be in the dark, in line with a certain Dao rhythm!

Shao Gang was stunned!

Sima smiled dumbfounded!

Tian Guangming who lifted up to look at Fang Yue was also stunned!

"Technology is close to Tao, this is technology that is close to Tao!" Tian Guangming exclaimed, his whole body holding his breath.

His eyes were round, and he stared at the scene of Fang Yue cutting beef.

Every arc, every curve, is completely natural, as if it is a manifestation of a certain way and rule in the world.

Everything in the outside world did not affect Fang Yue. He was completely immersed in the pleasure of cutting meat at this moment. Originally, he just wanted to fool Shao Gang.

Unexpectedly, when he actually cut according to the beef texture, he found that everything was as beautiful as this.

Is this the power of good fortune?

The connection of every tendon to the tendon, the fit of every bone to the bone.

These are all so natural, all so wonderful.

This is the greatest miracle in nature and the most miraculous fortune bred by the force of life!

Pao Ding Jie Niu!

Fang Yue was relieved from that inexplicable state for a long time.

He suddenly discovered that the three auras in his body had at least doubled! Unknowingly, he went from the elementary level of the martial artist to the middle stage of the martial artist!

Is this a special mom?

This time, even Fang Yue himself was stunned!

He looked at Shao Gang again, his previous dissatisfaction and disdain, at this time has become the worship of small stars!

Can you practice while cooking, is it really wrong?

Chopping wood, carrying water, cooking, all practice!

Was it because he had been too obsessed with practice before?

Shao Gang began to waver and doubt the common sense he had believed in before.

A living example was before him, and he couldn't help but not believe it!

When Fang Yue saw the dull faces around him, he couldn't help feeling a little smug.

Brother is really a genius, even cooking can increase his cultivation!

Oops, people are too good, and everything is different from others.

In the crowd, I am so extraordinary, so talented, even I almost like myself. What should I do?

Really makes people so shy!

"Ahem!"

Fang Yue coughed twice, awakening people from the sluggish expressions before. He held his hands behind his back, as if he was really a philosopher, and slowly said in a low, vigorous and magnetic tone: "The road to life is wonderful. Like this! Walking, sitting, and lying are all truths. If you are only obsessed with practice, you will be successful! If you are not quick, occasionally, you can pay attention to life, and you can often gather the truth of Tao inadvertently!"

A piece of chicken soup for the soul flowed from Fang Yue's mouth.

The philosophy contained in it makes people think about it!

"Fuck!"

Tian Guangming was the first to applaud. Then, there was a wave of applause, and the other cupboards followed and began to clap and applaud.

Those cupboards were once gray, numb, once desperate, and once humble eyes were all shining with hope.

They knew for the first time that there was so much truth in this cooking! They know for the first time that just picking vegetables, picking water, killing cattle and burning fire can also contain the true meaning of life!

Fang Yue's demonstration was like a beam of golden light pierced in a heavy dark cloud.

The chaotic and mediocre life has new hope and new direction!

Fang Yue didn't know it, it was just one of his casual acts.

What changes and shocks have brought to this Apocalypse Legion.

An unprecedented unit, the budding chef corps has begun!

Lighting up and cooking, Fang Yue entered the state of a normal cook, his iron pan was tumbling, and a surging flame rose from above the iron pan!

Soon, plates of delicious dishes are placed on the table.

Fish-flavored shredded pork, potato beef, kung pao chicken, cumin lamb...

Less than half an hour.

Fang Yue made a full table of food, a total of ten meat and five vegetables, and a seaweed egg drop soup.

"This... is this what you do?"

With a grunting sound, Sima laughed and swallowed his saliva, his eyes straightened and his stomach screamed.

"I can smell the fragrance before I eat it! This, this is so beautiful!"