I open a restaurant in Xiujie

The slanting clouds are long and the grass is luxuriant.

There was no sound in the grand hall, and the elders passed on the jade slips. After checking them, they all frowned deeply, with complicated expressions on their faces.

What Ji Chuchen left in the jade slips was the evidence that the Cheng family father and son murdered him, as well as the breath left on the battlefield when Cheng Huan and Qiongqing fought against each other.

The disciples didn't understand why the elders who received them were not of sufficient status, and now the few sitting in the main hall are all powerful elders of the Yunhai Sect, and they know more about the sect's secrets, so they can naturally tell who the aura came from and why it appeared .

With Ji Chuchen's leisurely narration,

A complete plot flow slowly surfaced, and the Cheng family father and son were gradually torn off their masks, from the law-abiding and conscientious leader Yunhai to a model of cruelty and viciousness.

Tiger poison does not eat offspring, human poison...unbearable to kiss.

The atmosphere in the hall was very gloomy for a moment, an elder quietly walked into the darkness, as if he wanted to leave silently, but the great elder sitting in the center suddenly covered his mouth and coughed: "Ahem."

It was just a shallow cough, but like an invisible wind, the elder who wanted to leave was shackled in place. After a moment of stiffness, he reluctantly returned to his original place.

Ji Chuchen's eyelids drooped slightly, and he glanced in that direction inadvertently from the corner of his eye.

My mind was running fast.

The Eighth Elder, according to the information he found, is the loyal supporter of Sect Master Cheng.

Sect Master Cheng certainly didn't know about his sudden attack. This person wanted to leave just now because he wanted to report to Sect Master Cheng.

Ji Chuchen's eyes dimmed.

Among the elders present, there must be Cheng's father's party, but some time ago, Cheng's father was in the light and he was in the dark. Ji Chuchen had already taken the opportunity to win over some elders, so today's attack on the Cheng family and his son was not Ji Chuchen alone. The behavior of praying man's arms.

But to be honest, the sum of all the two gangs is no match for the final decision of one person.

Ji Chuchen raised his head slightly, his eyes were clear and bright, and there was a trace of imperceptible exploration hidden in his eyes.

The Great Elder sitting in the very center looked old, his brows drooped lazily, he always had a calm expression, only when he got the jade slip, his brows frowned imperceptibly.

This person is actually the strongest combat power of the Yunhai Sect. Not to mention his extremely high cultivation, his control over Dao Yun is also at its peak.If it weren't for the great elder not caring about the position of suzerain, the position of acting suzerain would not fall to Cheng suzerain at all.

When Ji Chuchen looked at him quietly, the Great Elder also raised his head.

He looked at Ji Chuchen with complex eyes, filled with many unidentifiable emotions, and seemed to be recalling something. After a long time, he sighed.

"Cheng Yang, you are a good boy, we all see your contribution to the sea of ​​clouds."

A smile appeared on the face of the Great Elder: "Your father, I'll go talk to him... let Cheng Huan give up the position of the young suzerain, that kid doesn't have enough virtue, and he doesn't mind burning his ass while sitting..."

"But the punishment... child, you think, it's your father and younger brother. If the punishment is heavy, how will the world think of you in the future?"

Ji Chuchen heard it in his ears, his face remained unchanged, but his heart was faintly cold.

It was exactly as he expected.

Although the Great Elder said so, he was not necessarily thinking about Ji Chuchen in his heart, because the Cheng family father and son made a big mistake, if they were punished according to the clan rules, it would actually hurt Yun Haizong's face in the end.

The majestic master of a sect murdered his own son, how much fun it would bring to other sects when word spread, the storyteller's business in Tianji City has been settled for a year.

The Eighth Elder who tried to leave the meeting just now immediately echoed: "The Great Elder is right! Cheng Yang, we know that you have been wronged, but you are fine now. Since you are fine, then don't make things too rigid, lest everyone It’s not easy to do.”

"Later, I will ask my servants to open the treasury and pick out some magical weapons for you. Let this matter be over."

Ji Chuchen pursed her lips and sneered in her heart.

Yes, it's okay, so everything he suffered before can be easily swept away.

The hardships he endured were not considered hardships, and the blood he bleed was not considered blood. If he hadn’t met Yu Xiaotan, he would have died in a corner somewhere, and one day in the future, when something happened to him, he would probably only get a sentence of “the deceased.” It's over, the living are like this", and then let the blood of the real dragon flow on Cheng Huan to continue to pass on.

...Fortunately, now he has seen through the essence of the group of people in the room.

He has a backhand.

Thinking in this way, Ji Chuchen lowered his head slightly, with a gentle smile: "The elders are right. Naturally, the face of the sect should be the most important thing in this matter. It's nothing if I suffer a little."

"It's just the Great Elder, I still have a jade slip here."

The Great Elder raised his eyelids slightly: "Oh, what?"

Ji Chuchen: "About the accidental death of the previous suzerain."

The elder's eyes snapped open!

In an instant, it was like boiling oil into water, or frozen for thousands of miles. The entire hall was surprisingly quiet, but everyone could hear the sound of blood boiling in their bodies, buzzing in their ears.

In the middle of the hall, Jianxiu in white looked calm, but every word he uttered was like a thunderbolt, hitting everyone on the head.

"I found out that the death of the previous suzerain may be related to Cheng suzerain."

——This is the truth of Ji Chuchen's busy days.

It was he who discovered the shocking secret that was enough to turn a sharp knife into the chests of the Cheng family father and son, nailing them both to the pillar of shame.

……

In the kitchen behind the mountain, Yu Xiaotan was teaching Chef Wang how to cook.

Chef Wang's real name is Wang Dali, which is a very down-to-earth name.

And Yu Xiaotan found that this person's basic skills are very solid, especially knife skills. For example, at this moment, he is cutting potatoes into thin slices at Yu Xiaotan's request.

He pressed the light yellow potato on the cutting board with one hand. After cutting off a small piece from the bottom, he pressed it even more firmly. Wang Dali's knife flew in the air, and the silver knife flashed again and again. After a while, the potato was cut into pieces. Sheets of uniform thickness are neatly stacked together.

Each piece is only one millimeter thick, and it wobbles in the hand, as if the pages of the book bend beautifully, which can hardly support the weight of the potato itself.

Yu Xiaotan said casually: "It's a good cut, how long have you been practicing?"

Wang Dali chuckled: "It's nothing, it's just the basics. But Master, if you ask me how long I have been practicing, then I want to say it - although this knife skill is simple, I have practiced it for ten years .”

As he spoke, he picked up a thin slice of potato with the tip of his knife, and blinked at Yu Xiaotan: "Master, look, I'll do a trick for you."

Wang Dali raised the knife and fell, the silver flowers flew, Yu Xiaotan only felt that it was gone for a moment, and when he concentrated again, the potatoes turned into countless small snowflakes, which were scattered in the air.

Yu Xiaotan stretched out his hand subconsciously and caught one of them.

Extremely thin, but extremely delicate, the tiny edges and corners are clearly visible, and the reflection shimmers in the sun.

That's fine, but the key is...

Yu Xiaotan keenly sensed that Wang Dali did not activate his spiritual power when he cut the small snowflakes just now.

"Ten years..." Yu Xiaotan twisted the snowflakes, his expression slightly dazed, "Do you just practice sword skills?"

This is almost impossible in Qixia Realm.

After all, the spiritual chef is still a monk. With the blessing of spiritual power, it will be easier to grasp the rhythm of the knife cutting technique. When ordinary people take a year or even several years to master the knife skills, the spiritual chef can do it in a few months or even ten days. When they master it, they will naturally focus on the next step, such as how to start the stove, how to control the heat, how to add ingredients... In short, they will not continue to work hard on this matter.

Yu Xiaotan whispered: "Why did you spend so long practicing a basic skill?"

Wang Dali rubbed his head: "Master, you also know that our Wang family guards Guanghuazhai, and there are many talents in the spirit chef."

"Among these people... I really don't rank well. But I also want to be the most powerful chef, so I thought, can I work more on areas that others don't pay attention to?"

"Guanghuazhai has a lot of profound spiritual cooking methods, but I am slow-witted and always slow to learn. The only ones that can be used proficiently and practiced continuously are the basics of sword skills."

Yu Xiaotan didn't speak, but just took a deep look at this person.

If he was a little hesitant before, but at this moment the young man finally confirmed that Wang Dali has a shining point that other spirit chefs cannot match. This is a piece of rough jade. .

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaotan was in a good mood.He nodded at Wang Dali with a smile, and then instructed the man to cut the potato slices into evenly-thin filaments and soak them in clean water.

The strands are extremely thin, almost like hair strands.

Immediately, Yu Xiaotan fetched a few prawns, cut off the heads, and gently stroked along the back of the prawns, the shells of the prawns peeled off flexibly, but the slightly upturned tails of the prawns remained, like a budding flower.

Take out the shrimp thread, marinate it with salt and cooking wine, Yu Xiaotan directed Wang Dali to drain the potato shreds.

Use spiritual power to peel off the water and potato shreds, put them in the pan, and fry them.

"At this time, you need to keep turning it," Yu Xiaotan whispered while stirring the spatula, "to prevent these shredded potatoes from sticking together...Although it is possible to do this with spiritual power, I hope you can master this The temperature of the stir-fry, the taste will be slightly different from the stir-fry with spiritual power, and the rhythm you can feel with your own hands is still different after all...Okay, when you see the golden color, scoop them out."

The prawns are boiled in boiling water until they are tender, dipped in the pre-made sauce, and then carefully wrapped in the fried potato shreds before. The golden color is gorgeous, and the small shrimp balls are cute and simple.

The crispy golden potato shreds are wrapped with tender shrimp, like a beautiful golden armor guarding the fresh and tender shrimp, but the tail of the shrimp is still exposed, and it is already orange red like a rainbow, with a slight tail fan. Spread out and wave to greet people.

Arranged on a plate, lined with carvings, and a golden shrimp ball was completed.