I really want to be a cook

Hey, after burning for so long, it can finally come out of the pot.

Chef Jiang sweated bitterly.

Chapter 56??The Rising Qiuba

After Qiu Daoyu began to recover.

Jiang Ping bid farewell to the coachman Gengzhi, moved out of his house, and lived in Qiu's house.

There is a master who lives in the next room and sleeps without nightmares.

And the Geng family.

When Jiang Ping left, Geng Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Geng Zhi was quite reluctant, holding Jiang Ping's little hand, and kept talking about wanting to keep him to stay for a few more days.

Don't get me wrong, for Mrs. Geng Zhi, although Jiang Ping is handsome, he is not her type.

On the contrary, she prefers an old coachman like her own upright, an old scalper, who has good driving skills, rich experience, and can serve others.

She just missed Jiang Ping's lavish spending. In just a few days, the money Jiang Ping gave her was equivalent to two months' wages of her old Geng.

On the contrary, it was the daughter of the Gengzhi family, that shy girl who was prone to fantasy, when Jiang Ping left, her eyes were extremely sad, as if Jiang Ping was some kind of heartbreaker, and cold sweat broke out on Jiang Ping's back.

Sometimes, a woman's eyes are more powerful than the most powerful martial arts in the world.

Jiang Ping meditated on Ami Tofu in his heart, and immediately stabilized. It was definitely not because the girl was not beautiful enough.

The second day of living in Qiu's house.

Today, the sky is clear and the light is abundant.

Jiang Ping and Qiu Daoyu were playing chess in the yard, with a 40-year-old tree above their heads, with lush branches and leaves, a good partner for shade and coolness.

"Wahhaha, Lao Qiu Tongzi, I'm sorry, I won."

Jiang Ping made a decision to form a three-three game and win the game all at once.

By the way, they played backgammon.

Qiu Daoyu was also from a wealthy family back then, not to mention being proficient in everything, but he was also involved in it.

As for playing chess, Qiu Daoyu is even better at it.

Jiang Ping played two games with him, and then he, an amateur scum who lost [-]th dan, was abused to the point where he was completely bruised, so he became furious and decisively sacrificed backgammon, a big killer.

Back in the day, when playing backgammon, he, Master Jiang, had only two choices: draw or win.

Facing Jiang Ping's decisive move, Qiu Daoyu smiled mysteriously and silently pressed a move.

"Hehe, dying!"

At this moment, Qiu Daoyu has become the fourth son, and he is only one step away from winning.

But Jiang Ping took his time and directly blocked Qiu Daoyu's fifth son.

Qiu Daoyu gave birth to a fourth son, and Jiang Ping blocked him again.

Go down again, block again

Snapped!

Jiang Ping, who was holding a black piece, loosened his right hand fingers slightly, and the piece fell off the board, looking in pain:

"how so?!"

I saw that on the chessboard, Qiu Daoyu unknowingly formed a chain of five sons in the process of constantly surviving.

"puff puff"

Jiang Ping took a big sip of water, and sprayed into the air imitating piercing his intestines.

"Since Shengyu, He Shengliang?"

"I'm not reconciled!"

His head hangs down weakly, knocking on the chessboard.

Boom.

Jiang Ping touched his head and jumped up.

"Hiss, it hurts, it hurts."

"Ha ha"

Looking at Jiang Ping, who was acting like a playboy, Qiu Daoyu laughed out loud, with a friendly look in his eyes.

Don't care if it's acting for him on purpose, this kind of performance of treating him as one of his own still makes people feel quite comfortable.

"Don't play, don't play."

Jiang Ping cheated and said:

"Today, Master Jiang didn't feel good, and lost two rounds. We will fight again in another day."

But he made up his mind in his heart that he would never humiliate himself again.

As he spoke, he swept the chess piece away and asked suddenly:

"Old Qiu, have you heard of the ghost market?"

"Ok?"

Qiu Daoyu nodded and said:

"The ghost market is a black market, where all kinds of sects and nine streams are mixed in, not only stolen goods, but also funerary goods and contraband, which is the most complicated.

Back then, I was also a frequent visitor to ghost markets everywhere, so why are you interested in ghost markets? "

Jiang Ping nodded: "That's right, I want to know where is the ghost market in Shuoyang and when will it open? I want you to accompany me there."

Qiu Daoyu shook his head: "I don't know about that, although I have lived in Shuoyang for so many years, I have kept my name incognito, and I don't ask about Jianghu affairs, and I dare not ask.

It's that bastard from my family, although he is timid and afraid of getting into trouble, he can be regarded as a well-connected and well-informed man, if you want news about the ghost market.

After he comes back, the young master will find out after asking. "

"What the young master wants me to do is go to the ghost market?"

"I want you to do something else"

Just as Jiang Ping was about to speak, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

Boom boom boom! ! !

"Uncle Qiu, Uncle Qiu!"

Qiu Daoyu flicked his sleeves, and the door opened automatically, and there was a young man standing at the door while maintaining a knocking posture.

He was dressed similarly to Qiu Ba, with his sleeves rolled up, his arms exposed, a white tiger's head tattooed on his arms, and a turban tied on his forehead, he was dressed like a knight-errant.

In fact, he was a standard punk who hadn't even stepped out of the gate of the city.

"Huh? Who are you? Where's Uncle Qiu?"

"What do you want with Lao Qiu?"

The gangster said urgently:

"It's Xiaoba, something happened to Xiaoba!"

Sa!

When the gangster youth blinks in front of his eyes, there is one more person.

"What happened to Xiaoba?"

"who are you?"

"I'm his father."

"Uncle Qiu?"

"Don't talk nonsense, speak quickly!"

"Oh oh, that's right"

The gangster felt that as the big brother in front of him frowned, the air seemed to be squeezed together, which was more powerful than the gang leader he had ever seen.

How could he dare to talk nonsense, so he hurriedly said something urgent.

In order to save the girl next door, Xiaojuan, Qiu Ba clashed with the Du family in the south of the city.

And the Du family is a relative of the second gang leader of the Wolf Gang, so they didn't give Qiu Ba face at all, and directly framed Qiu Ba as an adulterer who seduced his wife, and wanted to soak the pig cage.

The story is actually very complicated, but it can also be summed up simply as a romantic story of a hero saving the beauty. Because of his lack of strength, it turned into a tragedy in which the bear and the beauty suffer together.

"Where are they?"

“Still in Tung Lok Street”

Sa!

The figure disappeared again.

The forehead of the gangster youth was covered with cold sweat instantly, whether what he saw just now was a human or a ghost.

Jiang Ping stood behind him, folded his hands, and looked at Qiu Daoyu who was going away with interest.

This old father who has been disabled for more than 20 years can't wait to show his father's strength at this moment.

As for Qiu Ba, he was not worried.

As long as the person is not dead and Qiu Daoyu comes out, then everything will be fine.

Otherwise, it would be too much of a slap in the face for him to win over such a great expert after working so hard.

"Where is Tung Lok Street?"

"what?"

"Take me there."

Jiang Ping pouted.

"well"

The gangster nodded, then quickly shook his head.

"Are you people or ghosts?"

Click click!

Jiang Ping picked up a chess piece, rubbed it lightly with his fingers, and turned the chess piece into a ball of powder, which fell on the palm of his hand, and blew it again, bewildered by the young man.

"What do you say?"

"Master, spare your life!"

The hooligan youth let out a terrible howl, then immediately turned around, bowed his waist, and led the way ahead, his movements were so skillful that it made people feel distressed:

"Hero, please follow me."

Chapter 57? Do you want to be a coward for a lifetime, or a hero for a second?

Tick-tick, like the sound of rain falling.

Qiu Ba was lying on the ground, the sky was only a line of blood red in his eyes, his temples were bulging and beating, beating his heart one after another.

Drops of blood left along the forehead and dripped on the ground, like a countdown to life.

He felt suffocation, pain, and the breath of death.

The sound in the ear is noisy, and some can't hear clearly.

Just now he was grabbed by the hair and slapped hard, and then it was like a fly had got into his ears, buzzing all the time.

A powerful big foot stepped on his chest, and he could hear his ribs groaning as soon as he pressed hard.

poof, boo

I don't know what broke, the blood rushed out of the throat, mixed with saliva, and a reddish blood bubble bloomed on the lips.