I really want to be a cook

Jiang Ping looked excited.

Little girl, this chef will let you see what the medicinal diet that took nearly [-] experience to produce looks like.

It is detected that you have become a junior chef, and the experience consumption for this upgrade is 0.

You consume [-] experience to upgrade to an intermediate chef.

You consume [-] experience to upgrade to a senior chef.

After successfully reading the Compendium of Materia Medica once, you will get the prescription Qiwei Yangshenfang.

Successfully read the Chen family cookbook once, and you will get the recipe Chicken Stewed Mushroom.

You consume a thousand experience to combine the seven-flavored health recipe and the recipe chicken stewed mushrooms.

It is detected that you have become a senior chef, and the success rate of this fusion is 50.00%

The fusion is successful, and you get the herbal seven-flavored chicken stewed with mushrooms.

Chapter 10?? Famous from then on, once heard

The way of a chef is only kryptonite.

This is true of everything.

Jiang Ping understood this truth very early on, so he was able to become the top three life players in the Jianghu, because he was willing to invest.

In the profession of chef, there is a very powerful branch called medicated food division.

This is a group of heretics who have deviated from the way of chefs and don't pay attention to taste, but only pay attention to the effect.

Some people also say that they are alchemists in the cloak of chefs, but they just express the elixir in the form of dishes.

But no matter how orthodox chefs reject them, it will not affect the world's pursuit of them.

Within the high-walled clan, there will always be a few medicated diet masters.

After half an hour.

Open the bluish-white porcelain lid, the steaming hot air turns into mist, and the soup is tumbling, revealing a golden and translucent luster.

Cheng Liner sat in front of the table with a pious expression, holding a white porcelain bowl in both hands, her face was rosy with satisfaction and happiness: ╰It smells so good

She took a sip, and her eyes suddenly brightened three times.

"How can it be so delicious?!"

Then she didn't think it was too hot, and hugged the whole porcelain cup.

"Mine, it's all mine, don't snatch it from me!"

Another 10 minutes later.

Cheng Liner sucked her fingers contentedly, leaving a table of smooth chicken bones and an empty porcelain cup.

"Hi, how can you make such delicious food? I don't care. From today onwards, you will be responsible for my future meals."

Cheng Liner complained.

Jiang Ping stood aside, with a rare sincere smile on his face.

As a chef, his real happiness is seeing the diners smile as happily as Cheng Liner after tasting his food.

That is not only the diner's satisfaction, but also his satisfaction.

But Jiang Ping's thoughts quickly returned to reality:

"My dish is more than delicious, don't you have any other feelings?"

Cheng Liner frowned and thought about it, then nodded heavily:

"Yes, I want to eat another one, oops, I'm going to gain weight again, it's so annoying."

A mysterious smile appeared on Jiang Ping's face.

Jiang Ping's smile stopped abruptly, and he said with a stiff face:

"Is there no other feeling?"

It is beautiful and delicious, and the effect is also good.

This is the big move I used to prepare to conquer Qing Yunmen.

Are you willing to say another one? !

"Wait a minute, there is."

"what?"

Jiang Ping was shocked.

Cheng Lin'er looked thoughtful: "My face is very hot, and my whole body is hot. It seems that there is a rush of heat. Did you drug me?"

Jiang Ping nodded immediately: "That's how it feels, hurry up and practice martial arts, otherwise it won't be effective if it's too late."

Cheng Lin'er shook her head with a bitter face, "But I've just had enough, so I don't want to move."

"Must move!"

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Ping threatened viciously:

"Otherwise, don't expect me to make delicious food for you in the future!"

Jiang Ping's threat hit Cheng Liner's deathbed, thinking that she would no longer be able to eat such delicious food, Cheng Liner stood up reluctantly, went outside, and started a set of boxing exercises.

Although Cheng Lin'er is lazy and greedy, she has a family background after all, and she has a good foundation, and her set of Qingyun Sanshou twelve moves is also very powerful.

After half an hour.

Cheng Lin'er performed the Sanshou twelve poses over and over again seven or eight times, and finally moved her dantian, and let out a soft shout like thunder:

"drink!"

A puff of white air spewed out, shaped like a long arrow, and gradually dissipated after traveling three or four meters.

"Am I promoted?"

Cheng Lin'er looked at her hands in disbelief. They were white and tender, like freshly peeled shallots, but they contained enough strength to crack bricks and rocks.

She was like a child who got a new toy and was eager to share, she kept giggling at Jiang Ping:

"Did you see, did you see, I broke through just now, I really broke through, haha, this girl's talent is really unparalleled in the world."

Then she stroked her stomach.

Wow, even the belly is a little smaller.

Eating delicious food can upgrade your product and lose weight. Dreams come true.

Cheng Liner felt that the biggest surprise was this, even the eyes that looked at Jiang Ping seemed to glow, that was seeing a treasure.

I tied him back and asked him to cook for me every day. If he didn't give me food, he would be locked in a small dark room and serve me with whipped chili water.

At that time, I, Cheng Lin'er, will be number one in Qingyun!

Cheng Lin'er was about to figure out how she punched Qingyun's inner elite and kicked the top ten outsiders, but Jiang Ping pulled her back with a single sentence.

"Could it be that you haven't eaten medicinal food since you grew up?"

"Is that medicinal food?"

Cheng Liner's eyes widened, and she said even more inconceivably:

"The medicinal diet can be so delicious? The medicinal diet should not be black in color and taste like shit. After I ate it, I was so sick that I couldn't eat for three days. That was the first time I successfully hunger strike in my life. "

Become!

Jiang Ping didn't care about Cheng Lin'er's inappropriate metaphor, but felt a sense of relief in his heart.

This time the effect was even more perfect than he had imagined.

Qiwei Decoction is just another form of Qiwei Yangshenfang's effectiveness, which has the functions of strengthening the body, nourishing qi and activating blood.

And Cheng Lin'er has a father who looks like a slave to his daughter, who is usually fed many good things. This medicinal food is just the last straw that breaks the camel's back. It brings out the potential accumulated in normal times and turns it into strength.

But others will not pursue so much, they will only see that Cheng Lin'er broke through after eating a portion of his medicinal diet, and that is enough.

With such a living signboard, his reputation in Qing Yun Sect will soon be established.

When the time comes to invite him, there will be an endless stream of people begging him to cook a meal, and it is only natural to take advantage of it.

Of course, Jiang Ping's style is not so small.

In his previous life, he was already well-known all over the world, and even King Zhao Guowu invited him to cook, so his reputation was like floating clouds to him.

The benefits are the key.

He is now restrained by Ye Yulou, as if dancing with shackles, and many operations cannot be performed.

This can also be regarded as a test for him to Ye Yulou, and he saw his greater value, so he was able to give him more autonomy.

And he can also take the opportunity to reap the benefits of the Qingyun Sect, and make his secret accumulation more abundant, so that when he leaves the Night Rain Tower in the future, he can face their pursuit more calmly.

That's for sure.

As a killer organization that survived to the third expansion, although Jiang Ping said that he lived like a servant, he had to admit that his organization was strong. Killing Jiang Ping, an unknown person, was as simple as blowing his breath.

They don't care how many dead or injured their bottom-level killers are, because these killers are like leeks, once they are cut, there will be more.

In the whole Zhao country, they have at least two-digit killer training bases.

But if there is such a low-level killer who jumps out on his own and says he will quit, it will be a slap in the face and damage the brand reputation.

So when the time comes, blood must be used to prove that they are still hot, sharp, and invincible.

Jiang Ping's eyes suddenly looked far away, with a little more seriousness.

Cheng Lin'er at the side suddenly felt that there seemed to be some inexplicable changes in the person beside her.

But these were quickly forgotten by Cheng Liner, as long as she could cook something delicious for her, that was enough.

Jiang Ping glanced at her and let out a light breath.

It's never enough to prepare anything.

But his journey officially began today.

Chapter 11 Hunger Marketing in Another World

I don't know when and where, a rumor spread in Qingyun Sect.

According to legend, among the inner chefs of Qingyunmen, there is a talented young man with both appearance and talent. He accidentally obtained the mysterious formula of the Qingyun God of Cooking a hundred years ago, and researched a precious medicinal diet unparalleled in the world.

Ordinary people eat this medicated diet, wash their essence and cut their marrow, and can be reborn. From then on, they will soar into the sky, and becoming a martial arts genius is not far away.

Even breaking through the ninth grade of martial arts and opening the gate of heaven is not wishful thinking.

In the end, the rumors became more and more outrageous, saying that even a pig can become refined after eating the medicinal diet.

what?

If you don't believe it, look at the lady from the elder Cheng's family, isn't it a ready-made example.

Thinking about how much painstaking efforts and resources Elder Cheng spent to make Miss Cheng master the martial arts, she has been unable to make any progress since then.

But now, he is a third-rank martial artist.

Facts speak louder than words, and the rumors were passed around as if they were true.

A month later.

Inner kitchen compound.

The noise was like gongs, pushing and shouting, and many people gathered together, looking at one of the rooms with a very longing look.

Not long after, a small buckskin boot stepped out of the door, and the movement of the crowd stopped suddenly, and then rushed up like a tide.

"Choose me, choose me!!"

"I would like to offer a hundred taels of gold in exchange for one soup!"

"As long as you give me a spot, no matter what the conditions are, I will agree!"

"Please, poor poor child!"