Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

The next morning.

He Xiangu went to buy meat, vegetables, rice and noodles early in the morning.

Widow Xu and Widow Zhou were both used to being busy and couldn't sit still, so they helped wash vegetables and cook.

Seeing that she could not persuade them any more, He Xiangu had no choice but to let them help.

Soon, smoke rose from the front yard of Fengyinju.

Before long, the aroma of rice and vegetables wafted into the backyard.

"Get up and eat!"

Widow Xu's shouting brought a touch of human touch to the house.

......

"Sister He, come on, come on, don't be so formal."

No matter how Chu Wen persuaded her, He Xiangu was still unwilling to sit at the table.

Chu Wen was used to being casual and couldn't stand these etiquettes of status.

He stood up and pulled He Xiangu to the dining table, made her sit down, then took the bowl and put it in her hand.

"Since we live in the same courtyard, we are a family. Sister He, please don't be so distant in the future. It will only make us feel distant."

"Master Chu..."

"Eat, eat, eat. You're welcome."

As Chu Wen spoke, he picked up some food for He Xiangu.

There is no "noble person" at this dinner table.

The old monk was a rough man. Although he had a sharp tongue, he was also a soft-hearted person, otherwise he would not have saved Chu Wen.

Needless to say, the sweet talk.

Widow Xu and Widow Zhou were miserable people to begin with. When they saw how their brother treated He Xiangu, they were moved.

Only Shi Qinghua, who was standing by and helping to add rice, felt a little surprised.

It was the first time in three thousand years that they saw the master and servants sitting at the same table to eat.

He Xiangu's eyes were red. She took a mouthful of rice and then tears rolled down.

The tears fell into the bowl and then into the mouth.

This time the tears are not bitter, but sweet.

Chu Wen took a bite of the stewed eggplant and felt that it tasted really bad.

He suddenly said loudly:

"I'll cook for everyone at noon today!"

"what!!!"

The old monk, Widow Zhou, Widow Xu, He Xiangu, all of them spoke sweet words and flattering remarks, put down their chopsticks and looked at Chu Wen.

Shi Qinghuayi also widened his eyes in surprise.

The old monk twisted his mouth and sneered: "Cooking sweet potatoes, right?"

Chu Wen grinned: "Hehe, Master, just watch."

……

After breakfast, Chu Wen wrote a menu for He Xiangu and asked her to help buy ingredients.

He also gave He Xiangu one hundred taels of silver for household expenses.

After buying the ingredients, He Xiangu hurried to visit Chang Wei.

She worshipped Chu Wen as her master, named herself He Xiangu, and ate at the same table with Master Chu.

He also told Chang Wei that Mr. Chu would cook lunch himself.

Chang Wei was happy at first, but then he was stunned.

Every one of these things was beyond his understanding.

Chang Wei recognized his master originally just out of gratitude, but now, he is truly convinced.

He will be released from prison in half a year. Now that He Xiangru has settled down, he is in a very good mood and says:

"You must come and tell me tomorrow what Master Chu is going to cook for lunch today. I really want to know what else he can do."

"I'm also surprised. Master Chu is so young and so rich, but he can cook? It's really strange. I've never heard of such a thing."

"Haha, I told you, this Master Chu is not an ordinary person. Have you ever seen a master eating with his servants?"

He Xiangru had struggled in misery for more than 30 years and had never received such a favor. Upon hearing this, her eyes slowly turned red.

"Not to mention seeing, I've never even heard of it. I feel that Master Chu doesn't treat me as a servant. He keeps calling me Big Sister, and he won't change his tune no matter what I say. Yesterday he gave me fifty taels of silver, and told me to buy you something delicious. Today he gave me another hundred taels of silver, saying it was for household expenses. Who would give a servant more than a hundred taels of silver for expenses? Chang Wei, you must control your temper after you get out of prison, and don't make things difficult for Master Chu."

Chang Wei has a hot temper, otherwise he wouldn't have killed an entire family.

At the same time, he is also a passionate man who knows how to distinguish between gratitude and resentment and has feelings and a sense of righteousness. Otherwise, he would not still miss his old mortal friends after becoming an immortal.

Hearing this, Chang Wei said slowly:

"Don't worry, Fairy, I know what's going on."

Mingde Sanren heard all these conversations.

He regretted very much that he had not been able to save face at the beginning.

Even the brilliant Zhang Fang could swallow his pride and change his name to acknowledge his master. How could a casual cultivator like me with mixed spiritual roots pretend to be so great?

……

At noon.

Chu Wen was wearing an apron and busy at the stove, sweating profusely.

Poetry fanning.

Painting of fire.

He Xiangu washes vegetables.

Widow Xu changed the knife.

Widow Chow ingredients.

Xiuer tastes it.

He can't do any sweet talk and can only help pass the firewood.

The old monk stood at the kitchen door, watching the show with a crooked mouth and a sneer on his face.

"Oh, let's see what you can cook."

"Master, why are you blocking the door? You're blocking the wind. It's so hot. Please move away."

"Humph! Damn it! I need ten thousand people to help me cook this fucking meal. If it doesn't taste good, I'll be damned for the rest of my life."

The old monk walked away cursing.

Half an hour later, a large table was set up under the shade of the peach tree in the backyard.

Twelve dishes were served in turn, namely:

Five vegetarian dishes: smashed cucumber, home-style tofu, mapo tofu, vinegar and cabbage, and shredded cabbage.

Seven meat dishes: shredded pork with fish flavor, eggplant with minced meat, crucian carp stewed with tofu, sweet and sour spare ribs, braised pork, yellow croaker with scallion oil, and braised lamb.

In this world, cooking is mostly done by boiling, steaming, stewing and roasting.

Chu Wen pan-fried, stir-fried, cooked, deep-fried, roasted, sautéed, and stewed until the people in the kitchen were dazzled.

Even before the dish was ready, the fragrance had already filled the entire Taohua Lane.

Sweet talk and drool all over his chest.

Widow Xu, Widow Zhou and He Xiangu, the three who can cook, were quite surprised when they saw Chu Wen's cooking skills.

I couldn't believe it when I smelled the aroma of the dishes.

The kitchen is in the front yard, and the old monk is always strolling in the back yard.

When the aroma wafted into the backyard, he ran to the kitchen several times.

The old monk was surprised when he found out that it was really Chu Wen who was cooking.

Even the poetic and picturesque one was aroused by the aroma of the food and sat down at the dining table.

The dishes had just been placed on the table when there was a knock on the door.

Su Qiuting lives diagonally opposite Chu Wen.

After Chu Wen was released from prison, he went to Ma Mian Village. She visited him several times but never saw Chu Wen.

Today, she found Fengyinju by following the smell.

"Eat first, I'll open the door."

He Xiangu was just about to open the door when she heard Chu Wen say.

People who cook often have no appetite, one reason being that they are full from tasting food, and the other is that they are tired of the smell of cooking fumes.

Chu Wen pressed He Xiangu onto the stool and walked towards the front door.

When I opened the door, I saw Su Qiuting standing outside.

"Sister, you've come just in time! Come and try my cooking."

Chu Wen was surprised. He took two quick steps, put his arm around Su Qiuting, and led her into the house.

It seemed as if the two had been friends for many years.

Su Qiutong was very happy to finally see Chu Wen.

Seeing Chu Wen being so affectionate to her again, she felt very happy.

As she followed Chu Wen into the house, she said:

"Brother, you are finally back. I came here several times but couldn't see you. I thought you were avoiding me on purpose."

"What are you talking about, sister? I went out for something and just came back last night. Oh, by the way! Sister, you bought me so many pieces of furniture, and I haven't thanked you yet."

As he spoke, Chu Wen pulled his hand out of Su Qiutong's arm and placed it on her shoulder affectionately.