Sword Qi of the heavens

Chapter 113 Looks like a big wronged species
Fan Xian was taken aback suddenly, and looked at the dish in his hand with some puzzlement.

"Salty? It shouldn't be. I know that Mr. pays special attention to the proportion of seasonings. I cook them according to the amount you use when cooking. How can it be salty?"

Fan Xian unbelievingly grabbed a small piece with his hand and put it in his mouth.

"It's not salty, I tasted it just right."

Fan Xian hadn't waited for his comment yet.

His face changed, and he looked at Li Changlan in disbelief.

Li Changlan saw that Fan Xian's expression was not right, he seemed a little pale, and a meaningful smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said intentionally, "What's the matter, Fan Xian, you don't feel well?"

Fan Xian looked down at the food, and then at Li Changlan.

After a few seconds.

"Hey, ouch, my stomach hurts!"

Fan Xian couldn't bear the severe pain in his abdomen anymore, hurriedly put the plate aside, covered his stomach and ran all the way to the toilet.

Seeing Fan Xian running away, Li Changlan chuckled.

He shook his head, closed his eyes again and lay down on the bamboo chair, and said to himself: "Speaking of using poison, I am an expert among experts. If you dare to play such vile moves with me at a young age, you will not complain if you lose." .”

night.

Hai time.

Fan Xian walked out of the hut with a look of exhaustion.

He was leaning on the wall with one hand, and with the other on his hips. He was panting heavily, and his whole body was exhausted. He limped when he walked, and his legs seemed to have lost all feeling.

"It's unreasonable, it doesn't make sense at all!"

"I clearly only added a very small amount of laxatives, which didn't hurt my body at all. Not to mention, I also took the antidote in advance. Why is it that I haven't discharged the toxins from my body after all this time?"

"Could it be that my dosage is wrong?"

Fan Xian frowned tightly, wondering why he would be poisoned.

He just walked forward a dozen steps.

The whole person stopped again.

Fan Xian's complexion changed, he quickly turned around and walked back quickly, still whispering incessantly, "Mao, thatched house, I have to go back again..."

……

A month later.

Fan Xian's culinary skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

Originally, he made it clear to Li Changlan that he wanted to train himself to be a cook, but he was dissatisfied and felt that what he taught was too useless.

It wasn't until Fan Xian discovered that the old lady's appetite for meals had increased recently, and she would occasionally praise her favorite dishes, that he became interested in cooking all of a sudden.

On weekdays, I not only study cooking skills seriously during class.

In private, he often thinks about making some new dishes by himself, and he takes the initiative to ask Li Changlan for advice to see if there is any need to change the recipes and methods.

Although it can't compare with Li Changlan in terms of taste alone, it is very close to the level of chefs in Danzhou City.

Overall, since Li Changlan's arrival.

The food in the Fan Mansion was obviously several grades better than before, even with Fan Xian himself his appetite increased greatly.

Three months later.

Li Changlan finally stopped the cooking course.

After such a long period of contact, Fan Xian was often punished by Li Changlan's various lessons, and he was also asked for good things in various ways.

However, Fan Xian gradually came to his senses.

Li Changlan is not simple enough, and his life is too extravagant, but his ability in a certain aspect is also really good, and few people can compare with him.

It's just that when he held a little expectation and wanted to see what Li Changlan would teach him after cooking.

Fan Xian suddenly realized that he was simply overthinking.

Li Changlan, a very special gentleman, should know what kind of personality he is. Logically speaking, he should be the best.

in the courtyard.

There is a large pile of various types of wood in the most open place, and various tools are placed on the ground next to it.

Hammers, saws, axes, etc., almost include all kinds of common tools.

"Sir, what do you mean by this? Do you think that if I am really down and out in the future, I can't support myself with my cooking skills alone, and I have to learn some carpentry?"

Fan Xian couldn't help swallowing after seeing that this was definitely physical labor.

He is a majestic young master of the Fan Mansion, even if he is not the top son, he is from a famous family, and he is not the son of ordinary people.

Why didn't he enjoy a lot of blessings, but did such rough and tiring work?

Li Changlan pointed to the reclining chair at the side, and said seriously: "I think the reclining chairs in the house are not comfortable enough to lie on, and some of the furniture styles in my courtyard are not exquisite enough."

Hearing this, Fan Xian smiled resignedly.

Almost instantly understood the true meaning of Li Changlan's words.

He took a few steps forward, picked up an ax that looked pleasing to the eye, and swung it lightly twice.

"Understood, I will learn first, and then I will create a new one for you, right?"

Li Changlan nodded in satisfaction, and said, "That's right, a child can be taught, it seems that it doesn't matter if you are stupid, as long as you practice more, you will be enlightened sooner or later."

Fan Xian sighed heavily, his expression extremely troubled.

At this moment, he really wanted to have a serious discussion with Li Changlan about what skills a gentleman should master and how he should treat his students.

But when he thought of the losses he suffered from Li Changlan in the past.

Also, the old lady seems to have been very tolerant towards Li Changlan, and basically seldom asked about the homework content he taught, as if everything had been tacitly approved long ago.

After all, Fan Xian still didn't dare to oppose Li Changlan's arrangement at this time.

"Hey, I'm a typical young master, I'm a hard worker!"

Fan Xian said something jokingly, to ease his mind a little.

Then, I looked at the few pieces of wood on the ground, picked a piece of wood that looked relatively small and should be easier to split, raised the axe, and chopped down hard.

However, what made Fan Xian find it hard to accept.

I don't know what kind of wood this broken wood is. It looks ordinary, but after a few axes, there are no cracks, only a few shallow scratches.

Fan Xian subconsciously turned his head to look at Li Changlan.

He found two maids gathered beside Li Changlan, feeding him fruit and massaging his shoulders, looking very uncomfortable.

Fan Xian felt more and more that he was the one who took the initiative to spend money to serve others...

two months later.

Fan Xian finally made a recliner that met Li Changlan's requirements.

He thought that the carpentry work was coming to an end and he could rest for a while, when Li Changlan threw a piece of wood over again.

Fan Xian raised his head expressionlessly and looked at Li Changlan.

Li Changlan said lightly: "Carve me out according to my appearance."

Fan Xian sighed heavily, and said helplessly, "Sir, it's not that I have an opinion, it's just that you asked me to make some tables and chairs, or other commonly used tools, it's fine. Carpentry is something that I can practice more. Yes, but no one taught how to learn this sculpture?"

Fan Xian looked at the ax in his hand and felt a headache.

Li Changlan didn't answer the question either, but picked up a small wooden box that had been prepared earlier from his side, and gently threw it at Fan Xian.

Fan Xian opened the box in puzzlement, and looked at the whole set of carving knives inside.

Suddenly, there is nothing to love.

Careless, this Li Changlan obviously came prepared!

(End of this chapter)