I really want to be a cook

So I shouldn't worry about the fact that her soup is gone now.

In fact, I didn't want to, because that person gave too much money, so I had to ask him to take an extra share.

Jiang Ping counted the money again, feeling a little dissatisfied.

Why doesn't the system have a krypton gold system? With my little money-making expert, I can't upgrade to the full level in minutes.

Chapter 12 Elder Cheng Da who worried about his daughter

It's almost dusk.

Black bamboo garden.

Cheng Qianshan stood at the door and waited eagerly. His shadow was stretched by the setting sun and printed crookedly on the wall behind him.

No matter how high and powerful he is in the eyes of others, at this moment he is just a father who is looking forward to his daughter coming home for dinner.

Finally, from a distance, I saw a girl full of thoughts written on her face.

Cheng Qianshan groaned, full of distress.

His daughter has always been carefree, full of fantasies and love for life, never had such a melancholy look.

He hurried up to meet him.

Unexpectedly, the girl turned a blind eye to him, and threw herself into the arms of a plump young woman in her thirties.

The girl rubbed against the young woman's arms a few times, turned her head and snorted coldly at Cheng Qianshan, and said, "I won't eat at night, so I ran back to the backyard and locked myself in the room.

Cheng Qianshan was in a hurry, he was rubbing his hands in embarrassment, and seeing his daughter snorting coldly at him, he felt that it was snowing in the sky, and his heart was terribly cold.

The young woman shook her head with a smile: "It's okay, I don't blame you, my daughter has a spring heart, I'm sorry."

This was a bigger blow than just now, Cheng Qianshan looked at his wife in disbelief, and asked:

"Just because she snorted at me, you say she's in love?!"

The young woman nodded her head: "I know my daughter is Mo Ruomu, I can still be wrong, my daughter looks full of worries, but she is actually hesitating in front of love, what should I do.

You see, when she wakes up tomorrow morning, she must be happy, even better than usual. "

Cheng Qianshan didn't believe it.

Is there anyone who knows his daughter better than him?

the next day.

early morning.

He hadn't greeted his coquettish daughter by the arm for a long time, called him daddy affectionately, and playfully stroked his cherished beard before leaving home bouncing around.

But Cheng Qianshan couldn't feel happy in his heart.

He turned his head to look at the lady who came out of the inner hall, trying to find comfort.

Madam nodded to him, yes, that's what you think.

The cabbage I raised is going to be chased away by pigs?

Which pig is so bold? !

"who is it?!"

Cheng Qianshan gritted his teeth, as if he was talking about life and death.

Madam said angrily: "Just because of your temperament, who is around my daughter, you can't wait to find out the eighteenth generation of his ancestors, don't you think you don't know who he is?"

Cheng Qianshan murmured: "I thought he was smart and would keep his distance, but I didn't expect him to miss him.

But yes, Lin'er is so beautiful and kind, anyone who sees her can't help but be moved.

How dare you lie to my precious daughter, boy, your road is narrowed! "

The madam said, "Actually, I think it's pretty good. Do you know what Lin'er gave me yesterday?"

Before Cheng Qianshan could answer, Madam said excitedly:

"It's more than 2000 taels of silver, and she said she earned it by herself, and asked me to save it for her.

You said how many catties your daughter weighs, don't I know?How did she earn so much money? The man didn't make excuses for her.

A man who can give his daughter so much money, no matter how bad he is, is not that bad.

Old Cheng, don't be foolish, tell me who is that person? "

With a dejected look, Cheng Qianshan told his wife what had happened for more than a month.

No matter how sophisticated he is at work, when it comes to his own daughter, he is worse than ordinary people.

"So it's just a little cook, Lin'er is so greedy, she might be hooked up by a cook.

But this is a smart cook who has made a name for himself and made so much money in a short period of time.

That little cook is so good at making money, Lin'er doesn't have to worry about her future life.I've always been worried that Lin'er will marry a big bastard like you in the future, but now that I think about it, it's not bad to be a rich wife. "

The wife has already started to plan for her daughter's happy life in the future.

Cheng Qianshan stared: "Ma'am, are you not angry?! That's a cook, with a humble status, how can he be worthy of our daughter?!"

"What's wrong with the cook? When I married you back then, you talked about your virtues, and you knew a few tricks. If it wasn't for the ghosts at the time, thinking you were a big hero, I would have married a big me. A 20-year-old man?!"

When Madam talked about those years, Cheng Qianshan immediately bowed his head.

However, he still insisted: "Back then, the Qingyun Sect was not bad. The senior brother who was the head of the sect opened the Tianmen with his sword and became the number one martial arts expert in Qingyun. Didn't your father allow you to marry me because he saw this clearly?"

Madam snorted coldly: "So, my family wants to cling to you?"

Cheng Qianshan knew that if one answer was not good, the lady would have to go back to her natal home.

He hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "How can it be, Lord Taishan sees that the son-in-law is sincere, and the wife is forcing him to die. Otherwise, I would not be able to marry such a good wife as my wife, and how could I have such a precious daughter as Lin'er."

"It's your acquaintance."

Madam was satisfied with this, but hesitated and said:

"I just don't know what's going on over there. It's not good if Lin'er is happy all by herself."

"He dares!"

Cheng Qianshan was even more unhappy when he thought that someone didn't like his daughter.

But seeing his wife's unfriendly eyes, he changed his words again:

"I mean, how can a girl as pure, kind and beautiful as Liner not be liked by others, that kid must be crazy happy to be favored by Liner after accumulating good luck in eight lifetimes."

While talking, Cheng Qianshan actually started thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

When the daughter grows up, she is going to get married after all, so she can't be pressured to stay with the elder for the rest of her life.

Cheng Qianshan never dared to face this question.

But now, taking advantage of this reason, think about it carefully.

If her daughter married a warrior like him, she would have a sense of security, but it would be dangerous.

In the road of Jianghu, people say that if they don't have it, they will be gone. It's hard to make Lin'er a widow, and who knows if it will be good for Lin'er.

It is even more impossible to marry an ordinary person.

How can my daughter endure hardships since she was a child with rich clothes and good food.

And those young masters from rich families, nine out of ten are fond of flirting. It is impossible not to marry three wives and four concubines in the back house. The daughter is so simple, how can she gain a foothold in the back house.

From this point of view, Chen Mu, who started from scratch, seems to be really good.

These days, without his secret care, how could Chen Mu get his reputation so smoothly, and no one troubled him.

Although he was looking at his daughter's face.

But since this kid is so sensible, it's not impossible to let him hang out with his daughter.

With him on top, forgive him for not daring to treat his daughter badly, and since he is so good at making money, her daughter's life will definitely not be bad.

However, it is best to marry into a family. In this way, someone will make money for her daughter, and her daughter can stay by her side.

The little grandson born in the future can still have his surname Cheng.

Thinking about it, Cheng Qianshan couldn't help stroking his beard and laughing.

Brilliant, terrific!

"Ah!"

Jiang Ping rubbed his nose, sneezed, and muttered something in his heart.

Who said I was handsome behind my back?

At this moment, in front of him, stood a gray-clothed servant, hunched over, but let him feel like a light on his back, not daring to move rashly.

Jiang Ping squinted his eyes, and his voice was low, like the cold wind blowing from the depths of the canyon:

"who are you?"

Chapter 13 The warning from Yeyulou, the storm is coming

Jiang Ping was extremely upset and fearful.

The weather was fine, and he planned to have a hot pot and write a song later, but before the fire was lit, a ghost-like person suddenly appeared in front of him, and he lost his appetite.

"Jie Jie, it seems that you have been living a happy life recently, and you seem to have forgotten your own identity."

The gray-clothed servant laughed like a night owl. He looked like an old man in his 60s, and when he spoke, he had an old and decayed taste, which seemed to symbolize the unknown.

"What identity can I have? Old man, talk nonsense, I want to sue you for defamation."

Jiang Ping took a step back, the personal panel in front of his field of vision has been unfolded, as long as there is something wrong, all the experience points will be upgraded, and you won't be killed.

In fact, Jiang Ping has accumulated a lot of experience these days, but he rarely uses it to improve his level.

For him in a latent state, a weak chicken face is the best camouflage. After all, no one would feel a sense of threat from a stronger cook.

Moreover, researching medicinal food requires experience points, and practicing exercises also requires experience points to assist.

After all, according to his aptitude, if he practiced the first-level exercises without the guidance of his master, there is a high probability that he will go crazy, so the panacea of ​​experience points is very necessary.

Don't be afraid when encountering bottlenecks, once the experience points are charged, it will be unblocked immediately.

However, if there is a real danger, Jiang Ping does not care about whether the foundation is solid or not, he will upgrade first, and tell everyone what level crushing is.

The old man took out a red token to indicate his intention:

"I don't have much time. Pass the Seven Killing Order. The killer is innocent. From today onwards, I will be your first contact. All future information and tasks will be released to you by me."

The Seven Kills Order is the order of the landlord of Yeyu Building, because the code name of the landlord is called Seven Kills.

Of course, the owner of Yeyu Building is not so free, and will personally pay attention to a small sect's extermination commission.

It's just that everyone likes to refer to the above order as the Seven Killing Order, which seems to be more prestigious.

But the old man is indeed from Yeyu Building.

Jiang Ping also breathed a sigh of relief. What he fears most now is that unknown forces will enter in disorder and disrupt his plan.

Since the people from the Night Rain Tower took the initiative to find the door, it meant that his guess and temptation were indeed correct.

Qingyunmen has already been infiltrated by Yeyulou, and there are definitely many killers from Yeyulou lurking inside the door.

He and Qiye were originally just two screws in this huge door-killing plan, but because they were too good, they pierced their pockets like an awl and showed them, making Ye Yulou pay more attention to them, and became The protagonist of this extermination case.

Qiye relied on his martial arts aptitude, while he relied on his cooking skills.

The killer organization also needs to create a new star from time to time. It relies on two things to make a living in the arena, one is fists, and the other is reputation.

Without a reputation, the competition among peers is so fierce, how can I get entrusted in the future.

If there is no entrustment, there will be no meeting, and if there is no meeting, the organization will have to be disbanded. Once the organization is disbanded, that would be great.

But this is impossible.

"The killer is innocent, still not taking orders?!"

The old man stretched out his hand, almost hitting Jiang Ping's face with the token.

Jiang Ping bowed and took the token with both hands: