God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

Early in the morning, as soon as it got dark, dozens of disciples gathered outside the kitchen.

When Ye Changqing opened the door, he was also shocked by the scene outside.

"Brothers and sisters, are you here too early?"

"Not early not early."

"That's right, the day's plan starts in the morning. It's okay to get up early."

Everyone shook their heads. God knows how they spent last night for this bowl of braised noodles. They dreamed of eating noodles.

In this regard, Ye Changqing was helpless. These guys really worked hard to make a living.

Without saying anything else, everyone was allowed to enter the courtyard, and Ye Changqing went to get some miscellaneous sauce. Everyone was chopping firewood, carrying water, and lighting fires, all in order to eat the braised noodles as early as possible.

Not long after, the aroma of miscellaneous sauce spread in the courtyard, and dozens of Shenjian Peak disciples squatted together in small groups, not caring about their appearance at all, just eating like this.

All of them were devouring their food, without any trace of the temperament of a sect disciple, more like an old country man in the secular world.

"Junior Brother Changqing, add a bowl of noodles."

"Two bowls."

"Here too."

The voices of adding noodles kept coming and going. Even the female disciples had to eat at least two bowls, let alone the male disciples.

"Junior Brother Changqing, prepare some more noodles for lunch."

After eating, everyone washed the dishes and tidied up. Some people even said to Ye Changqing that the braised noodles were not enough.

As soon as these words came out, he immediately won the approval of everyone present, but Ye Changqing shook his head.

"I stopped eating noodles for lunch and researched a new dish."

They eat noodles for every meal, and they will get tired of it if they eat too much. It just so happened that the system rewarded them with a new dish, stir-fried pork, yesterday, which could give them a change of taste.

It is also a very common home-cooked dish. It uses the best red-grained pork, with alternating fat and lean meat. It is simple to make and paired with rice. It is definitely a delicacy.

Many disciples' eyes lit up when they heard that there were new dishes for lunch.

Before, they might not have had any expectations at all, but now, after tasting the braised noodles, everyone's perception of Ye Changqing's craftsmanship has completely changed.

"Okay, okay, Junior Brother Changqing, is there anything you can help with? Just say it."

"That's right, I still have a few body refining pills here. Junior Brother Changqing is tired, so take them to practice."

"Senior brother, you're welcome. Junior brother, there are still a lot of elixirs from yesterday."

"There is no conflict. If junior brother feels that there are too many, just eat them as jelly beans."

When they heard that there were new dishes to eat, everyone was very attentive. Some offered to help, and some sent elixirs and medicinal powders.

Although Ye Changqing waved his hand and refused, he still had to accept these pills in the end.

They would rather treat Ye Changqing as jelly beans, but these people are not willing to take it back.

"No need for help, brothers and sisters, just come when you are ready."

There was nothing that needed help. After hearing this, everyone said nothing more and left one after another after breakfast.

Almost all of them are handyman disciples, and everyone has a mission. Naturally, they cannot stay with Ye Changqing forever.

However, Lu Youyou didn't leave. Looking at her left alone, Ye Changqing smiled.

"Sister Youyou, are you okay today?"

"I'm fine every day."

Hearing this, Lu Youyou smiled and replied, while Ye Changqing twitched the corner of his mouth.

"I mean, doesn't Senior Sister Youyou need to practice?"

"I want it, but don't worry, just practice at night. By the way, junior brother, do you need help?"

As a direct disciple, Lu Youyou's only mission is to practice, and someone will help her with all other matters.

But when she thought about being able to eat new dishes at noon, this girl had no intention of practicing at all, and simply chose to stay here until noon.

Seeing this, Ye Changqing said nothing more and decided to practice some training first, since it was still early before noon anyway.

"Senior sister, please do it yourself. Junior brother, I will practice for a while first."

"Then I'll teach you."

He said without hesitation at all, the personal guidance of a direct disciple is something that any disciple can only meet but cannot ask for.

Moreover, if you want to have such an opportunity, you must pay an extremely high price.

After all, not everyone can come into contact with direct disciples. Just like many handyman disciples have never recognized Lu Youyou's identity because they have no access to direct disciples on weekdays.

"Okay."

Ye Changqing did not refuse, and then the two started practicing in the yard.

But after only half an hour, Lu Youyou began to doubt life.

Maybe it's because everyone's experience is different. Lu Youyou has been surrounded by geniuses since she was a child.

But Ye Changqing's talent is really hard to describe in words.

He has a very high level of understanding. He can understand many things about cultivation after being told them once, and he can even draw inferences from one instance to another. But when he really starts practicing, he completely changes.

It's that feeling where your brain understands, but your hands and feet don't.

For some simple basic martial arts, Ye Changqing took a long time to learn each movement.

In Lu Youyou's opinion, such a simple martial skill should be mastered after one or two attempts.

Seeing the confusion in Lu Youyou's eyes, Ye Changqing couldn't help but blush.

"Senior Sister Youyou, why don't you go and rest first while I practice by myself?"

"No, I can do it. If not, let's practice it twice more. Master said that hard work can make up for weakness."

Lu Youyou said stubbornly, this little girl is persistent. She said she wanted to teach Ye Changqing to practice, so she must teach her.

After practicing until almost noon, Ye Changqing started to prepare lunch when he saw that it was almost time.

Lu Youyou, on the other hand, was lost in thought alone, thinking about how to teach Junior Brother Changqing.

Ignoring her, he took out half a fan of red-striped pork, more than 100 kilograms, which should be enough for lunch.

Wash, slice, marinate, prepare ingredients, and cook.

While Ye Changqing was preparing lunch, there were handyman disciples all over Shenjian Peak who were already silently counting the time.

In the main square on the mountainside, more than a dozen handyman disciples were cleaning. Three of them gathered together and said with drooling words.

"How much longer?"

"Don't worry, it's lunch time in half an hour."

"Damn it, why is there still half an hour? I'm going to starve to death."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get in line. If you're late, be careful not to get anything to eat."

"Yes, yes, hurry up and finish lining up."

In order to get a bite to eat, the three of them felt as if they had been given a shot of blood in an instant, and the broom was simply waved into an afterimage in their hands.

Seeing the three people swinging their brooms so hard that they were almost smoking, the rest of the handyman disciples had complicated expressions and doubts in their eyes.

"Senior brother, are they okay? Why do they feel abnormal?"

"I don't know. Could it be that you are practicing some kind of martial arts?"

"No way. Are there any martial arts skills related to brooms?"

"It doesn't seem like it. Damn it, it's on fire. Look."

Looking along the fingers, I saw that one of the brooms was swung so hard that it burst into flames. For a moment, everyone was completely dumbfounded. It was just a matter of sweeping the floor. What does it mean when you swung the broom?