After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 34 It was an old friend

There was some movement in the spirit animal bag hidden in the sleeve, Song Jingmo used the lightness technique on himself, and rushed back to the Kaiyuan Inn.

The Kaiyuan Inn is very lively tonight, the lobby on the first floor is full of tables.

He casually stopped a waiter who was not too busy and asked, "What's the matter today?"

"The chef is here today, and many guests came here specially."

"Is there anything else, guest officer? If there is nothing else, I will go to work first."

Song Jingmo waved his hand and let him go.

The smell of hot pot in the air did smell better than what she had eaten before, and it made the glutton in her stomach want to move.

But there is still something to do at the moment, the lobby is also overcrowded, there are so many customers standing by the table waiting for the table to eat and leave, so many that there is barely a narrow aisle left for the waiter passing the food. In this way, there are still many people waiting outside.

Song Jingmo was about to go upstairs, but he couldn't hold back before lifting his foot, and found the waiter who looked familiar.

"Today's fire—Red Hot Pot, send me a copy to my room." Her room is really good, even if she eats food with a strong smell in it, the smell can be quickly dissipated, so don't worry about being full of food in her sleep smell.

"There are a lot of guests waiting now, maybe for the time being—"

"Then you give this wooden sign to the chef for me."

"it is good."

The waiter in the shop took the wooden sign and saw that it was unusual, so he quickened his pace and went to the back kitchen.

Song Jingmo went back to the room, set up the restraint array, and released the tiger cub from the spirit animal bag.

The previously sleepy tiger cub has woken up, looking a little weak, struggling with confidence, and Song Jingmo is not annoyed that the back of his hand is red from being scratched by the sharp claws.

After being forged with the power of the stars, she is also considered rough-skinned and thick-skinned, so small scratches can only leave red marks, the skin is not scratched, and the pain is only slight.

A tiger cub with fine fur, soft and easy to touch, how can she care about this with her.

The tiger clan is a serious orc clan, and if they can cultivate into a great monster, as long as their talents are not bad and their cultivation resources are in place, it is a sure thing to transform into a human.

Song Jingmo took a picture of the tiger cub, and Guanshi Luo also explained the information about the tiger cub to her in detail, which gave the novice tiger cub confidence in his heart.

In the early stage, he was raised as a kitten, and in the later stage, he was raised as a partner.

The feeding idea is clear.

"Unexpectedly, I bought you, and you belong to me." Song Jingmo was worried about the fact that the little orange cat cub abandoned her, holding the tiger cub's paw, pinching the pink meat pad, staring at it Grabbing the tiger cub's paw, he solemnly said.

The tiger cub has a name, named Bu Yu, and has a good talent for spiritual cultivation, but the nature of the talent is temporarily unknown, according to the level of cultivation of the human race, Bu Yu's current cultivation level is the level of a spiritual master.

It has to be said that in this respect, the spiritual cultivation of the human race is simply incomparable.

The Dao gave human beings a strong reproductive ability, reduced the power of Lei Jie, a human cultivator, and distributed more talents to other races. Some races were born with strong bodies, and some races were born with innate skills.

Human race cultivators have also thought of ways, such as giving pregnant female cultivators more aura, allowing female cultivators to nourish the fetus in their womb with spiritual power, such as delivering the power of spirit grass and elixir to fetuses through the mother's body, and even disregarding female cultivators. Song Jingmo, who only cared about the talent of the fetus, Song Jingmo had only heard of it when Song Zheng was telling stories.

"I have a lot of spirit stones. I just earned them at the auction today. They can be used for your cultivation."

"If you want other cultivation resources, I'll buy them for you if you can buy them, and find them for you if you can't."

"If you want a nest made of spirit stones, if you want to eat fish raised by spirit grass, if you want to eat spirit pills as jelly beans, it's all right."

"As long as I have it, as long as I can do it." Song Jingmo promised while thinking about what he could give and what he could do.

"However, if you eat mine and live mine, you can't run away."

"do you know?"

"As long as you agree, I will treat you well." Song Jingmo let go of Bu Yu's paws, spread his palms up, and placed them in front of the tiger cub.

She knew the tiger cub could understand.

"If you disagree..."

"Now you still have a chance to go back on your word. If I change my mind after a while, I won't let you go." Song Jingmo thought of something, lowered his eyes, and looked a little disappointed.

The tiger cub waved its paw, and pressed one paw on Song Jingmo's open palm. The palms touched, as if a contract had been sealed.

After a strange wave of rules, Song Jingmo's soul power split into Uncle's body, and a ray of soul power also appeared in her own sea of ​​consciousness.

The level of spiritual power breaks through to a great spiritual master, and Song Jingmo's soul power successfully opens up the sea of ​​consciousness. The sea of ​​consciousness is also called the sea of ​​spirit. It is a mysterious and mysterious space. In the sea, artifacts that bind the soul like the Beast Orb are now floating in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Knowing that his invitation was answered, Song Jingmo happily picked up the little tiger cub rua and rua Mao Mao. The tiger cub was bigger than the cat cub, and rua was twice as satisfying.

Excited and barely calmed down, Song Jingmo took out the small dried fish he had stored, filled a large plate, piled it high, carefully pushed it to the tiger cub, and then lay on the table with his head in his hands, watching the tiger cub sniff In order to smell the smell, he ate the sharp point in one bite.

The tiger cub ate deliciously. Song Jingmo, who was already a little hungry, stretched out his sinful hand and took a small dried fish from under the plate. The hill of dried fish collapsed because of the cornerstone being pulled out, and the tiger cub fell. Cubs are full of heads.

Song Jingmo stuffed the dried fish into his mouth with one hand and bit it, and swept the dried fish down on the tiger cub's head with the other to purr.

Anyway, I don't feel guilty at all.

This is when the door was knocked. Song Jingmo hid the tiger cub and went to open the door.

The aroma of the hot pot first floated in through the crack of the door. When the door was fully opened, Song Jingmo saw people coming—the waiter who spoke a lot of familiar words to her, the waiters who were not familiar with the hot pot and utensils that were already boiling, and the waiter who stood by. Behind them was a gray-haired but rosy-faced old man in a white robe with calm eyes.

I think this is an old chef... Song Jingmo thought to himself, and stepped aside.

The waiters in the shop left after arranging their things, and closed the door by the way.

Song Jingmo invited the chef to take a seat, sat down by himself, glanced at the table, and found that the ingredients were all ordered by her last time, and those specially ordered for Song Qingyan were placed on special plates.

Putting cooking-resistant ingredients into the pot, Song Jingmo patiently waited for the ingredients to be cooked, and also waited for the other party to speak.

"Is she okay?" The old chef's voice trembled a little, maybe he didn't notice it himself.

The emotions hidden inside were too deep, and Song Jingmo didn't know how to answer.

Is she okay?Whether Song Qingyan's current state is good or not, how can others answer for her.

Song Qingyan's mood was not stable at this time. She looked at the little cook back then and now the old chef through the eyes of Song Jingmo in the Beast Orb, and wanted to let out a long sigh, but she didn't know where the sigh came from. .

"Where did you get the wooden sign?" Seeing Song Jingmo's response, the old chef didn't change his expression. His originally exposed emotions were put away, and the coercion belonging to the Ling Emperor was released, and the words of the question also brought some threats. the meaning of.

Protecting his body with spiritual power, he barely resisted the coercion of the Ling Emperor. Song Jingmo's face changed, and he didn't understand why the old chef changed his face so quickly.

"I only know that I will give you the wooden sign, and I don't know anything else." Song Qingyan didn't intend to show up to meet the old man, so Song Jingmo gritted his teeth.

"Who handed that wooden sign to you?" The chef boss increased his pressure, the spiritual power of the body protection was not enough, Song Jingmo's face turned pale.

"I gave the wooden sign to her." The pressure around her immediately disappeared. Song Qingyan protected Song Jingmo, who couldn't bear the pressure, but did not appear as a phantom.

"Your Excellency won't see me?" The old chef put away his coercion weakly, his eyes gradually turned red.

He was all too familiar with this voice.

He'd known the owner of the voice since he was just a boy running errands at the inn.

Later, the innkeeper saw that he was quick-witted, practical and willing to work, and ordered him to learn from the cook in the back kitchen.

After three years of learning, I only learned the cutting and matching skills on the chopping board. I didn't learn anything else, and the cook ran away.

He dazedly took the position of master ladle. Few customers were dissatisfied with his craftsmanship, and the shopkeeper never reprimanded him.

At that time, the famous stone interpreter in Lingyuan City lived in the inn, and he could see him every day.

The day before the shopkeeper left, he said to him: "The inn will be handed over to you, do it well."

There were no guests coming to the inn for dinner, and the clerk at the inn also left cleanly, and he started working as a boy again.

Because there is another guest in the inn, he has known this guest for a long time.

When there are no guests and no work to do, he is busy in the back kitchen.

Selecting vegetables, washing vegetables, cutting, cooking, seasoning...

He imitated the method of the previous cook, but he couldn't master the seasoning well.

In the past three years, he only learned how to cut and match. The table for cutting and matching was in the corner, and the cook refused to teach him the skills.

The previous cook was very skilled, but he was just an ordinary cook. In order to get guidance from the spiritual chef, he left without looking back.

The cook left with a few apprentices he was used to, but he didn't even tell him about his departure.

The calculus found out that he was studying cooking and gave him a prescription.

"You have a good eye for choosing the ingredients, and you handle the ingredients well. As long as you have the bottom of the pot, you don't have to worry about no guests coming."

Fangzi is not a recipe for cooking, and the ingredients on it are not easy to get together, and some of the ingredients are very expensive.

But without the slightest doubt, he pooled his money to buy all the ingredients, and followed the steps written in the recipe to fry what Shi Shishi called "the bottom of the pot".

The bottom of the pot can be fried and used immediately, or it can be divided into suitable sizes and stored for later use.

Add water to the bottom of the pot and cook until it boils, then you can add the processed ingredients.

You can eat it when it is hot, and you can adjust the ingredients according to everyone's taste. The bottom of a pot may not suit the taste of the public, but people who like it will naturally come to it many times.

He asked Shi Jieshi to taste it. The Shi Jieshi had a strange expression at the time. Later, he found out that the bottom of his pot was fried badly, and some of the cinnamon fruits were fried, wasting those good ingredients.

The stone interpreter didn't say anything, the stone interpreter ate it all, and then vomited in the dark at night, and dealt with the traces by himself.

Only then did he realize that even a stone calculus master with excellent spiritual power could not bear to eat food that had been poorly prepared.

The stone interpreter thought he didn't know, and came down the next day as usual.

He only brought out millet porridge and refreshing side dishes.

Strong food can not be eaten in the morning, the stone calculus did not tell him, he asked the residents next to the inn.

He has no father and no mother, and he stumbled and grew up in Lingyuan City until he was about ten years old. The shopkeeper of the inn looked at him pitifully, and made him a little boy running errands. Sleep, he is very satisfied.

The life before was too hard, he ate everything he could eat, half a steamed bun left over by others, and the leaves of vegetables thrown away... He was very afraid of going hungry, because it was very uncomfortable to be hungry.

A female spiritual cultivator who always wore white clothes and a veiled hat would buy him two steamed buns every time she saw him, and would ask the stall owner for a bowl of water, telling him to eat slowly so as not to starve.

He hadn't eaten any normal food in the past ten years, and those warm and soft steamed buns made him remember his whole life.

So much so that when he became a boy, when people asked him what he wanted to eat, he only knew that he wanted to eat steamed buns.

Others laughed at him as a fool, he didn't eat meat or vegetables, he wanted steamed buns, and he only wanted to eat steamed buns.

He never knew what to eat and what to pay attention to in normal three meals a day.

I don't know if it's too late to start learning when I know it.

He only knew that he should learn and know, otherwise the stone calculus would suffer from a bad stomach.

Fortunately, Jie Shishi likes to eat red and hot hot pot very much. He guessed the date and took out his best fried bottom material to ask Shi Jieshi to taste and ask Shi Jieshi to give some opinions. Time and time again, it can be regarded as a common topic .

"In the early stage of operation, we must increase revenue and reduce expenditure in order to develop."

Shi Jie said that it was too difficult to run an inn by himself, so he asked him to waive the one-month accommodation fee and exchange her for promoting the inn with food and accommodation.

The stone interpreter is very famous, and he lives and eats in the inn every day, attracting many guests.

During that time, the business of the inn was very good, and he also became busy.

Good business means more income, but he is not as happy as before.

Because the stone interpreter is also busy, sometimes he is so busy that he only comes back late at night to rest, and then leaves after eating something hastily the next day.

He didn't know what he could do, so he could only get up earlier and prepare more tricks earlier.

He was also happy to see that Shijie was eating comfortably.

He named the inn Kaiyuan Inn, not because of "opening up sources of income and reducing expenditure", but because he knew that Shijie's wish was to open up a spiritual source with his own hands.

He hid his wishes in his heart, but wanted to express them secretly.

He tested his talent for spiritual cultivation, and he was very happy, thinking that he could be closer to the Stone Calculator.

Shi Jie praised him for his good talent, and praised him for getting better and better at the bottom of the pot.

But the stone interpreter also left later, and there was no news as soon as he left.

Later, he heard that the stone interpreter who likes to wear white clothes is from the Profound Sky Territory, a member of the Shen family in the Profound Sky Territory. When a gap opened in the continent, she and other selected people repaired his feet with her life. tread on the ground.

He was originally going to the Profound Sky Domain, but ended up staying in Lingyuan City.

He always believed that Shi Jieshi would return to Lingyuan City one day.

So day by day, counting the days, it is now.

(End of this chapter)