The descendants of Taiwu are very famous

Chapter 73 Gu Yuankui

"It's okay, you can go now." Xiang Dangdang didn't want to chat with this woman too much, and he didn't like her aloof aura very much.

Long Qin, who was led by Long Jinchai, suddenly turned her head and winked at Dang Dang, gesticulating something in her hands.

However, Dangdang didn't notice at all, her attention was all attracted by the fat man in front of her at this time.

"Your elders asked you to teach me? Look at the meat on your body, you are very good at cooking."

Situ Feng nodded, and the three layers of fat on his chin shook rapidly as he spoke. "Hehe, Taiwu is too modest. But the ugly words must be said first. This cooking skill is not like practicing martial arts. It requires hard work."

At this time, the sound is loud and full of enthusiasm for cooking, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm still afraid of suffering?? Hurry up, where is your Fulongtan kitchen??"

In the days that followed, Dangdang began to learn cooking skills in the volcano with all his heart and soul.

Not to mention, with the guidance of this greedy fat chef, Dangdang learned cooking skills very quickly. In just one month, the dishes she cooked could reach the level of deliciousness.

Although it can't catch up with Ji Feiyi's craftsmanship, it's not much different.Moreover, Xiangdang used a kitchen knife to cut things like this every day, and along the way, her knife skills also improved a lot.

One day at noon, Xiang Dangdang was alone in the kitchen, following the Four People's Food Records from Fatty's Na Na Pit, learning how to make Buddha jump over the wall.

Just when he was about to chop up all kinds of ingredients, the kitchen knife that was shaking up and down in his hand suddenly stopped,
"Huh? It's so strange, there are actually thieves in this Fulong altar?"

Loud Dang looked up, and saw a small thin hand protruding from the window, groping towards the steamer for steaming four-color steamed buns.

Dang Dang quickly slashed the kitchen knife in his hand, and threw it forcefully in the direction of that hand. With a sound of "噗", the kitchen knife rubbed directly against the hand and bit the window frame.

The small hand trembled from the fright of the kitchen knife, and the scream of a boy sounded from outside the window. "Ahhh!!"

"Didn't cut it again!! What the hell!!" The window was opened with a bang, and he turned over and jumped over.

A boy, probably about five or six years old, who was lying on the ground and crying, appeared in front of Dangdang,

It can be seen that the child's family background is not very good, the linen clothes on his body are covered with patches, and against the background of the slender and sallow limbs, the head looks relatively large.

Loud Dang pointed at the panic-stricken boy, and shouted loudly: "Okay, you dare to steal something, it's reasonable, why cry, don't cry!!"

Hearing the loud and loud shouts of the tall man in front of him, the boy's tears suddenly stopped in shock.

After a few breaths, the boy kowtowed and kowtowed with both hands on the ground, and said with a sob in his mouth: "I was wrong. They will beat me if they find out. It hurts me so much. Please don't tell others. .”

Seeing the boy who kept kowtowing to her in front of him, Loudang waved his hand impatiently, ready to let go of this childishness, she couldn't afford to be angry with a child.

But just when the boy raised his head, Dang Dang was suddenly taken aback, squatted down, and lifted his head up, "Huh? What's your name???"

The boy wiped the snot and tears from his face with his hand, and cried, "I...my name is Gu Yuankui, can you not tell them? I dare not."

However, Dangdang didn't pay attention to what the boy said, just stared at the boy in a daze.

I don't know what's going on, when Shi Shi saw this boy, Dangdang seemed to have a unique sense of familiarity, he seemed to have seen this boy somewhere before.

But it's impossible, Dangdang put Gu Yuankui's head down, she frowned and thought about it for a long time, but she still couldn't remember where she saw it.

After a while, Dangdang stood up, reached in through the window, and took two steamed four-color buns out of the steamer.

Seeing the steaming steamed buns of various colors in Dangdang's hands, Gu Yuankui, who was choking up, stopped suddenly, staring blankly at the steamed buns.The saliva in the mouth slowly flowed down.

Dangdang handed the steamed buns to the boy. "Let's eat,"

The boy in front of him was obviously very hungry. He picked up the steamed bun, ignored the fact that it was hot, and ate it hungrily.

Xiang Dangdang asked him curiously: "Don't worry about eating, let me ask you, aren't you a disciple of Fulongtan??? How could you be so hungry? Does the family ignore him? Where are your father and mother?"

Dangdang kept asking Gu Yuankui, wanting to know other information about him, but Gu Yuankui was only a six-year-old child, and when he spoke, he was confused and couldn't explain clearly at all.

Looking at the boy who was pecking at his finger in front of him, Dangdang thought for a while, then asked him, "Do you have elders on this island?"

Gu Yuankui raised his head and looked at Dangdang, "I... I have a master."

"Okay, then you can bring me your master." Dangdang said to him.

Gu Yuankui did not speak, put his right index finger in his mouth, and turned his head to look at the smoking steamer. "Can I have another cookie? My master didn't eat it."

Dangdang sighed, took out two steamed buns and stuffed them into Gu Yuankui's hands, "Go, quickly take me to find your master."

Looking at the steamed bun in his hand, Gu Yuankui laughed, turned around and ran outside Fulong Altar.

Dangdang followed him around, and finally they came to the back of the volcano and stopped in front of a dilapidated small village.

It can be seen that compared with the Fulong altar in the volcano just now, this place is like the sky and the earth.

All kinds of high or low thatched huts are randomly built, and the smell of fish and slag is filled in the air, and most of the people who live here are old, weak, sick and disabled.

"Master!! Master!! There is something to eat!" Gu Yuankui waved the steamed buns in his hand, and generally shouted at one of the thatched huts.

As soon as he finished shouting, in the thatched hut, a black-haired child with missing front teeth, estimated to be about ten years old, quickly ran out barefoot.

"Wow! Big head, it smells so good! What is this??" The boy leaned close to Gu Yuankui, looking at the four-color steamed buns with glowing eyes and said.

Dangdang pulled Gu Yuankui to his side, and asked impatiently: "Didn't you say you have a master? Where is your master?"

Gu Yuankui passed the steamed bun in his hand, pointed to the child who was eating the steamed bun, and said, "He is my master."

The black-haired boy raised his head and looked at Dangdang with curiosity in his eyes, "Who are you? My name is Jiao Hanbi, and I'm Datou's master. I'm 11 years old this year."

Hearing this, the corners of Dangdang's mouth twitched. It is really appropriate for an 11-year-old to be a teacher for a six-year-old child.

(End of this chapter)