I rely on culinary skills to cry in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1 Where is she wearing this?
A drop of sewage dripped from the holed roof and landed on Yan He's face.

Yan He opened his eyes and found himself lying in an unfamiliar environment.

The old wooden structure house, the roof is moldy, and the stars are leaky, and the whole house is filled with a damp and moldy smell.

Where did she wear it?
There were several coherent rustling sounds outside the window, and soon there was the sound of falling leaves.

Yan He rubbed his head with a splitting headache, and tried to stand up, but his body felt like he had been hungry for nine days, his limbs were weak, Yan He sat up, and fell back with stares in his eyes.

The person who made the sound heard the rustling sound coming from the side, but he didn't even stop his sword practice slightly out of curiosity, let alone glanced at Yan He's room, the intense rustling sound didn't stop .

Yan He: Yes.

Really unwelcome.

Yan He was lying on the bed with a dizzy head, stares in her eyes, and her stomach was rumbling with hunger. She rubbed her temples, rubbing her empty stomach, and just sighed, suddenly a strange The memory rushed to her violently.

It turns out that this is a world of self-cultivation, to be precise, it is a world of self-cultivation in a book.

She transmigrated into the third senior sister of Jianzong, her parents were monks, Yan He was born as the second generation of sect cultivators, although the sect was a little small, she did not treat Yan He badly, she was raised by all kinds of natural talents and treasures, and formed alchemy early , is a golden core genius among the younger generation of monks.

Then he became a cannon fodder stepping stone for the white moonlight heroine for a lifetime.

The heroine of White Moonlight found out that Yan He's parents were secretly practicing forbidden techniques, and Yan He's parents were exiled to Fuzhou Island. Although the disaster was not as good as their children, Yan He was not convinced and injured the heroine during the confrontation. The heroine didn't blame her, but after this incident Competing and making judgments, she has properly become the control group for the gentle and generous heroine with a clear distinction between good and evil.

Although Nianzai Yanhe didn't have any serious faults and was not kicked out of the sect, but the golden core was smashed by the senior brother who was the heroine. The genius of the golden core stage turned into a waste with only the third level of refining Qi, and has since become She has a weird personality and a bad temper, and her whole person becomes extremely gloomy. Everyone stays away from her, wishing to stay away from her.

Aside from her, Yan He couldn't help but sigh when thinking of the ending of the original brothers and sisters in the book.

The elder brother regards the heroine as his true love, and when he accompanied the heroine to the secret realm, his meridians were damaged and he could no longer practice.

The second senior brother loves swords and is crazy, but because of the unstable heart of the heroine, he became obsessed.

The fourth junior brother went to the secret realm to look for the missing heroine, but he met a witch and was deceived physically and mentally.

The fifth junior brother sacrificed his body to the sword, and died without a whole body, the sixth junior sister was disfigured and depressed, the seventh junior brother was murdered by the villain, and could not bear children...

Only the eighth junior sister, who is also the heroine, is safe and sound. Who told her that Bai Yueguang is the heroine...

This is the rhythm of the death of a sect, and the completion of the Bai Yueguang heroine's avenue!
Yan He touched her dantian subconsciously, good guy, the plot has progressed to the stage where she has been smashed to pieces and can no longer cultivate without food.

Isn't she...

Yan He was very surprised, slowly groped from the ground to stand up, and walked out of the room.

Yan He narrowed his eyes, his eyes were dizzy from hunger, and he was a little unsteady when he walked. After walking a few steps tremblingly, he vaguely saw a young man wearing a Tianshuibi Taoist robe of the same color as her body. Dao Gu was swinging a giant sword back and forth, so he was practicing sword practice.

The sword spit out letters like a white snake, hissed and pierced the wind, and shuttled like a dragon, walking around. Sometimes it was as light as a swallow, and the sword rose up, and sometimes it was like lightning, and the fallen leaves collapsed, leaving only afterimages at a fast speed.

He didn't know how long he had been practicing here, but there was no trace of impatience on his face, he was extremely focused, and he was extremely devoted to every movement, as if he was practicing swords for the first time, but he seemed to be more serious than the first time he practiced swords , didn't even notice her coming.

And his moves look so familiar, very sassy, ​​it could be that her is a brother from the same school.

Yan He stared at his giant sword firmly.

This sword is sharp and magnificent, and it looks like jade at first glance.

The cut vegetables are too long, if it is used to kill pigs, it must be just right.

Yan He sighed. She was the first college student in their village before crossing. Although she was transferred to the breeding major, she was about to pass the postgraduate entrance examination and died suddenly.

In her previous life, she was able to plant crops, feed pigs, and cook big pots of rice. Now that she passes through this impoverished sect with empty hills, everyone should be out of food. I don't know if there is food in this place.

People can't help but cook!
Thinking of this, Yan He didn't even have the energy to look at the handsome guy, clutching his stomach with a sluggish expression, and walked to the kitchen following the memory of the original owner.

This small kitchen is probably due to the fact that most of the people in Jianzong have been fasted, so it has accumulated dust all the year round, and it is even a little dilapidated.

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar kitchen, Yan He was very touched.

I am an old cook, and I am very moved when I see the kitchen.

Yan He looked at the small kitchen. Although it was a little dilapidated and covered with dust, there was no problem to make it difficult for a cook!
Cleaning up is still barely usable.

It's just a matter of food...

Yan He hastily tidied up and cleaned the stove, and looked around. There were no ingredients, or strangely, they were all ingredients that nourished qi and blood, strengthened the spleen and nourished the stomach, and there were no big fish or meat.

Not to mention big fish and big meat, and even these ingredients are very few, pitiful.

Looking at the few ingredients, she didn't expect that this is indeed a poor sect with an empty hilltop. It's okay to have a dilapidated kitchen, even the ingredients are so poor, but she is already a hungry dog ​​looking at the bones across the river—— —I'm salivating, I don't care so much, I roll up my sleeves and I'm about to do it.

Just as Yan He rolled up his sleeves, suddenly, a sudden and cold voice sounded, "Stop."

Yan He just paused with his hands that were about to take the ingredients, and turned his head to look behind him in a daze. He saw a young man. The young man in front of him was the one who had just practiced sword. Hugging the giant sword that Yan He wanted to kill pigs just now, he said coldly, "Don't move casually."

"If you break it, you will bear the consequences?"

The cold words came to Yan He's ears, and no one could be happy about being said so for no reason. Before Yan He could speak, a young man who was also wearing a Tianshui green Taoist robe ran over in a panic, with a look on his face. He looked at her solemnly, with sincere eyes, shining like a puppy begging for mercy, "Third Senior Sister, these are the second senior brother who cleared a lot of secret realm missions, and finally made money to buy them back for the senior brother who has damaged meridians to repair his body." , can you...can you not make a fuss?"

　Hello dear readers!After many years, I, Song Mouran, have come back to write a new article~~
　　This time it is an essay on the subject of cultivating immortals, and it is the first time to try this subject. I am a little excited, and I am afraid that the writing will not be good. I hope that the babies will support and encourage a lot. You can point out the bad writing. Of course, I will be open-minded. Accept and correct it seriously! (●''●)

　　Thank you to every reader who has read my text, baby, without you, there would be no such thing today... Hey, fly a mua to baby (●˙˙●)

　　I wish the new book a good start~
　　
　
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