The devil respects the generation guide, and my sentinel loves brainstorming.

Ning Zhiyuan asked: "What do you usually eat?"

Yu Weining: "When I'm on a mission, I mostly drink nutrient solution or take nutritional pills. At other times, except when my uncle invites me to dinner, I just deal with it casually."

Ning Zhiyuan pointed to the sandwich and black coffee: "With this kind of treatment, you have nothing to eat?"

Yu Weining nodded.

This was the first time for Ning Zhiyuan to see such a person without any appetite.

Maybe his golden pig bully is unwilling to receive spiritual counseling because he has no love in life?

What is there to say?

To catch a man, you must first catch his stomach.

Then hold him down for mental guidance, and he will live a long time.

Drop gold coins every day.

"Buy some vegetables and condiments, and I'll show you my skills."

Before ten o'clock in the morning, Ning Zhiyuan started working in the kitchen.

Yu Weining was kicked out of the kitchen by Ning Zhiyuan.

Wizards are really strange creatures.

He was asked to help in the kitchen, but he was kicked out because he was too clumsy.

The bracelet vibrated, and Zuo Qianhuan sent a message: [Boss! My sister-in-law is very happy to see you! 】

Yu Weining: [Well, he wants to cook for me now. 】

Zuo Qianhuan: [Wow, sister-in-law is so kind to you! My dad wanted my mom to cook a meal, but my mom just asked him to cook on his knees! 】

Yu Weining frowned, what is the meaning of continuing such an unequal marriage relationship?

[Isn’t your dad angry? 】

Zuo Qianhuan: [Angry? joke! My dad often says that my mom’s farts taste good! My mother was a little unhappy. Even if it wasn't my father's fault, my father would just kneel down and make her happy first! 】

Yu Weining's brows were so furrowed that they could kill a mosquito.

He couldn't understand this kind of relationship between husband and wife. When his father was around, he treated his mother with respect.

Materially, he gave his mother the best and nothing else.

Zuo Qianhuan: [Boss! My sister-in-law took a photo of the dish and sent it to me, Kangkang! The better you are, the more you have eaten! 】

Yu Weining didn't even think about it: [I won't give it to you. 】

Zuo Qianhuan's face was full of questions, and he showed the news to You Qingcang.

"Boss, what's wrong with this?"

You Qingcang put it into context: "There's nothing wrong with the boss, it's just selective understanding and desire for exclusivity."

Look at photos = eat.

It's that simple.

"Fuck-"

A strange voice sounded, and Yu Weining walked to the kitchen door and saw oil stars splashing from time to time in the oil pan.

The pork belly is stir-fried in the oil pan, and soon the aroma will come out.

Ning Zhiyuan: "You can eat sweet, salty, spicy, etc. Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

Yu Weining nodded, thinking that Ning Zhiyuan's back was turned and he couldn't see her: "It's possible, there are no taboos."

"okay!"

Ning Zhiyuan waved the spatula, look at it!

One meal will take over your stomach!

Braised pork, boiled fish, kung pao chicken, braised crab powder, garlic prawns, pan-fried shrimp and tofu plus stir-fried seasonal vegetables.

Yu Weining couldn't help but praise: "It smells so good."

"It tastes more delicious." Ning Zhiyuan used chopsticks to pick up a piece of boiled fish and put it in Yu Weining's bowl: "Try it."

Yu Weining's fingertips paused slightly. This was the first time in his memory that someone was picking up food for him.

Fresh, fragrant and spicy come together on the tip of the tongue.

It's an experience I've never had before.

The emperor invited him to the palace for dinner. The food he ate was all Western food. The ingredients were expensive but he couldn't get used to it.

"good to eat."

Yu Weining's eyes lit up and he ate a few slices in succession. A layer of sweat broke out on his forehead and his face turned red.

"Hey, eat something that's not spicy. Don't hold onto any of them."

Ning Zhiyuan gave him two pieces of braised pork: "Eat some of each, and don't save any vegetables for the next meal."

"Okay, thank you."

Yu Weining kept picking up the vegetables, and the food tasted delicious. After finishing the vegetables, he added another bowl of rice with soup.

After eating, Yu Weining put away the dishes and washed the dishes.

Ning Zhiyuan made a pot of tea and put some refreshments on the table.

Seeing Yu Weining coming, she poured him a cup of tea.

Yu Weining took the tea cup and thanked him.

"You are very skilled. Can you ask who your teacher is?"

Ning Zhiyuan pointed at himself: "It's me, want to learn?"

Yu Weining: "I think so."

Ning Zhiyuan blinked. Was there no hesitation or doubt in his solid eyes?

"There is a charge."

Yu Weining: "You can transfer as much as you want from my card. I don't have much use for the money."

At this moment, Yu Weining was shining with golden light in Ning Zhiyuan's eyes, exuding the fragrance of money.

Ning Zhiyuan grabbed Yu Weining's hand: "Don't worry, I'll teach you and I'll teach you."

Yu Weining froze and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Ning Zhiyuan soon let go.

"Let me think about how to teach you."

Ning Zhiyuan picked up the tea cup and took a sip. His own physical fitness was not able to move so fast.

It all depends on spiritual blessing.

Yu Weining has no spiritual power, and the SS-level sentinel's mental power should be pretty good.

"Can you attack with mental power?"

Yu Weining: "Yes."

Ning Zhiyuan: "Okay, you teach me this."

Yu Weining:...?

Who teaches whom?

Ning Zhiyuan asked again: "Then do you know how to use mental power to strengthen physical strength?"

Yu Weining shook his head. He had never heard that mental power could be used in this way.

"General mental power is used to build mental barriers, directly attack, or be embodied as weapons."

When Ning Zhiyuan heard this, he realized that the way of using Xin Dao's spiritual power was indeed very similar to spiritual power.

Using spiritual power to strengthen body strength is a commonly used method of physical training.

Physical training is often looked down upon by other monks, who consider it rude to fight with their hands.

Fighting in mid-air, with lightning, thunder, and changing winds and clouds is enough elegance——

Shit!

Ning Zhiyuan despised this kind of pretentiousness. He specifically asked the physical cultivator for advice on how to use spiritual power to strengthen his body.

How can a fight be as enjoyable as punching to the flesh?

"Let's go out and get a room."

Ning Zhiyuan ate a piece of snack and drank all the tea in the cup.

After taking two steps, he realized that no one was following him. When he turned around, he saw Yu Weining's face was straight and flushed.

"Have a fever?"

Yu Weining said stiffly: "Why are you asking for a room? I won't go to the hotel with you. I told you not to--"

Ning Zhiyuan tilted his head, looking confused: "Why are you going to the hotel? Going to the club, aren't you going to learn mental strength and strengthen physical strength?"

Yu Weining:...

It's because he has a dirty mind.

It’s all because Zuo Qianhuan was listening to the novel when he had nothing to do, and the volume was turned up so loud!

Zuo Qianhuan: Ah Yawn! Ah! Ah!

"Someone misses me."

You Qingcang: "I think someone scolded you."

The two chose an expensive club nearby and opened a fighting room.

Ning Zhiyuan flexed his muscles: "I have never taught anyone, I will give you a good beating and you can feel the difference for yourself."