I really want to be a cook

"Recently, I heard that several villages were tricked into opening the gates by fake strange chefs, and then rushed in by horse thieves ambushing behind, burning, killing and looting, causing great losses.

We are also happy.

Not long ago, the wind bandit just sent us a blackmail letter, asking us to hand over [-] catties of grain and [-] women.

In a blink of an eye, this strange chef came to our village.

I think they are coming from bad people! "

The village head nodded: "It makes sense, let's take a look."

Only then did village soldier A realize that these people were not all here to grab food from him, but also to guard against horse thieves.

As time goes by, the bottom fragrance becomes stronger and stronger.

Village Soldier A swallowed his saliva:

"Village Chief, I don't think this strange chef is fake. If you don't eat this dish, it will be cold and taste bad."

"How about this, don't open the door, let me go down, I'll be the vanguard for everyone, anyway, I'm single, I'm not afraid of sacrificing for the village."

Gollum!

If there is no such saliva, everyone will be very moved.

The village head nodded in agreement: "It's really going to be cold."

Then he reacted and glared at Village Soldier A:

"What time is it, and I still want to eat. Everyone pay attention, I am the village head, and I am the first to sacrifice for the village!"

Then, he jumped down.

Jiang Ping's speed is very fast. He is very familiar with the process of starting the fire, heating the pot, adding oil, adding ingredients, stir frying, and adding seasonings.

But the same process, done by different chefs, will get different tastes.

Obviously, Jiang Ping is one of the best.

The prepared dishes are poured directly on the laid lotus leaves.

Plates are fragile and cost money. After Jiang Ping tried a few times, he decided to use leaves.

Lotus leaves and banana leaves are excellent tableware, which look full of primitive style.

The village head is also a warrior, he jumped directly from the gate of the village, stirring up a cloud of dust on the ground.

Lao Qiu next to him coughed lightly, and a gust of fresh wind blew in the opposite direction, blowing back the dust that had just been raised, without polluting the dishes on the ground.

When the village chief noticed this, his heart sank, and he didn't dare to be careless.

He stared at Jiang Ping with piercing eyes, cupped his hands and asked:

"Your Excellency is a strange cook?"

Jiang Ping ignored him and continued to fight with the last few dishes.

He can cook fifty dishes at a time.

Qiu Daoyu coughed twice to attract the attention of the village chief:

"Yes or no, what's the difference? These dishes stay here, and it's your own choice to eat or not."

The village chief suddenly felt profound, and obediently stood aside, waiting for Jiang Ping to prepare the dishes.

A quarter of an hour later, the fifty dishes were completed, and the ingredients brought by the ox cart were almost consumed.

Jiang Ping was about to leave in a mysterious way, maintaining his dignity.

There was a burst of shouting and killing coming from afar.

"Horse bandit! Enemy attack!"

The village soldier C standing on the watchtower roared loudly, and at the same time tried his best to ring a bell on the platform to remind the villagers.

Dust was flying in the front, and in the flying sand, tall horses rushed out of the screen, each of them was waving a machete on their backs, with perverted smiles on their faces, and they rushed forward with strange screams.

Their speed was extremely fast, and they rushed over in a few breaths from a distance of several hundred meters.

The village chief was a little flustered, but he still loudly reminded the villagers on the gate of the village:

"Don't worry about me, just guard the gate of the village, they won't be able to get in!"

Well, he quickly grabbed a piece of chicken on the lotus leaf, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it a few times.

For such a stutter, it seems that he has to pay for himself.

When the village chief thought about it, he felt that it was a shame, so he quickly grabbed it a few more times, stuffed his mouth full, and said to Jiang Ping while chewing:

"Woo, it's so delicious! They're woo, wind bandits, you have to be careful."

Jiang Ping saw that his achievement point was increased by one, so he couldn't help but take a serious look at the bearded village head in front of him.

Although it looks a bit naive, his recognition of food makes him respectful.

So he pulled Qiu Daoyu back and left the scene of this performance to the heroic village chief.

Hundreds of horse bandits stopped at a distance of about 80 meters from the gate of the village.

This distance can be advanced, attacked, retreated, or defended, which makes it very uncomfortable for the villagers who are secretly aiming with bows and arrows.

"Are the food and women ready?"

In front of the horse bandit, a very young and arrogant horse bandit raised his machete and asked the village chief.

The village chief wiped the oil from his mouth and replied loudly:

"If you want to steal food and women from our village, it's your fucking dream!"

"I'm standing here today, and I'm the only one, let's see who dares to come forward?!"

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"Which one dares to come forward!"

The village chief's bold words resounded everywhere, and even the horse bandits seemed to be shocked.

After a while, I heard the arrogant young horse bandit laughing and saying:

"It's fun, it's fun, I like a guy like you!"

"Listen up, brothers. Without my order, you are not allowed to charge. I want to learn the kung fu of this hero."

"Sha Scar, you go!"

The young horse bandit waved to the side, and saw a young man with a sweat towel on his head and a long and narrow black tire scar on his face riding forward.

Sha Scar jumped off the horse, a small dagger was flipping like flying in his hand, always attracting people's attention.

"Village chief, take the knife!"

On the gate of the village, the village soldier Jia threw down a long saber, which landed an inch in front of the village chief.

The village head, Haoxuan, was not scared to death, but was almost killed by his own people.

He glared upstairs, and recognized that it was Village Soldier A who threw the knife just now, then he pulled out the knife pretending not to care, strode forward, and said to Sha Scar:

"I've cut horses' legs with this knife, and I've killed many horse bandits, if you're sensible, then back away.

We don't violate the water of the river, you will be your horse bandit, and I will live my peaceful life. "

"wishful thinking!"

Sha Scar smiled coldly.

The dagger between his fingers was shot like lightning, and at the same time he drew out the scimitar from his waist.

The village chief dodged, but he had already missed the initiative, and the knife slashed at him like a storm.

Horse bandits have been begging for life on horseback all year round. Their sword skills are concise and dangerous. They attack people's vital points with swords and knives, and they will kill people with one blow.

Under the harsh light of the knife, the village head's broad and heavy saber could not be used at all, so he could only passively parry it.

The so-called one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, the scimitar is flexible and convenient, and it is very advantageous in close combat.

The two martial arts realms are about the same, about five or six ranks, but now that Sha Scar has the upper hand, they have to be unforgiving.

The village chief parried twenty or thirty moves, and saw the Shaba scimitar suddenly circled on his saber, and the blade directly cut into his belly.

The village head let out a miserable snort, and swung his hand even harder, about to send the sand scar flying.

But Sha Scar suddenly shrank back, discarding the knife, and shrunk into the village chief's embrace.

Then I saw him like an angry monkey, with his hands turned into claws, scratching the village chief's chest.

He saw the bloody mouth burst open, and the blood sprayed Sha Scar's face.

The village chief took several steps back, the big saber was covered with blood, unfortunately it was all his own.

Sand Scar was about to continue, and took his life in one fell swoop.

Then I heard the young man behind shout:

"Stop, Sha Scar is back!"

Sha Scar stopped moving, picked up the scimitar and dagger on the ground without saying a word, and then walked back.

"Uncle, you speak so loudly, but martial arts seem to be useless."

On the horseback, the young horse bandit sneered.

The village chief spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and said bravely:

"That's because I didn't eat enough. If I have the ability, let's fight again when I am full. Pfft, bah!"

"Yo Yo, you still talk harshly to me."

The young horse bandit continued to laugh and said:

"Should we still fight? If not, I will continue to attack the village."

"It seems that your village is almost ready, so it will be more fun."

"beat!"

The village chief stood up straight, but the wound burst open suddenly, and the blood flowed down. He supported himself with the knife.

At this time, the village head decided to use his life to help the village to delay a little longer, the more likely the village will hold on later.

It's no wonder he ended up where he is now.

Who made him hungry?

Thinking about it, the village chief glanced at the fifty lotus leaf vegetables spread on the ground not far away. They were clean and still steaming. It seemed that these vegetables were not affected in the slightest by the battle just now.

I only ate one piece of chicken nuggets just now, what a loss.

Such a thought suddenly popped up in the village head's mind, and then he stared at him and shouted at the hundred-odd horse bandits:

"Who else dares to come forward!"

"I come!"

Excited by these words, a horse bandit rushed out from the horse team.

The young horse bandit was unhappy at the time, and asked others:

"Who is this person? Dare to steal my prestige, has no one taught him the rules?"

"Boss, he's new here."

"The newcomer can be presumptuous? Who, write down his name, and kill him when you go back!"

"Uh, boss, no need."

"Why, I can't speak well?"

"No, boss, look."

The young horse bandit turned his head and saw the body of the horse bandit who went out just now fell on the ground, and the horse kept wandering around him, hitting him with his head from time to time, trying to wake him up.

Beside the corpse of the horse bandit was a mature woman with a sword, about thirty years old, plump and dignified, wearing a light blue dress, with a long sword in her hand pointing down, dripping blood.

Behind the mature woman were four young girls around 20 years old, also holding long swords, looking at each other coldly.