Douluo: I Don't Want to Be a God, I Actually Became a God

[Countdown thirteen days]

The hot kitchen was filled with Ma Hongjun's evil fire like showing off his skills.

The newly recruited chefs have long been used to the chief chef Ma Hongjun who doesn't use his soul power and soul skills in the right way every day, and they are not surprised to complete the orders in their hands. .

The entire kitchen seemed to be filled with the sound of clanging pots and pans.

Sometimes there will be some voices yelling that there is not enough, and Ran Sen, who is guarding outside, hasten to go to the warehouse to replenish.

There were also some people, seeing that the fire was not big enough, asked Tang San, who was in charge of the kitchen, to help light the fire.

These are common things.

Although they didn't communicate much, and they didn't often encounter those messy things in the hall outside, but when they were resting, they would go to the staff lounge that belonged to them to chat.

When it's time to leave, I will deliberately go with the people around me and go shopping nearby.

They are all ordinary people who are thinking about cooking by themselves.

They are not like soul masters, but their lives still have their unique happiness and excitement.

Ma Hongjun was also eating with them after he was busy with the meal.

Chatted with these ordinary people who were just farmers, hunters, or fired from a certain restaurant.

What they can do best is to blow a cowhide big, and then either show off or proudly recall the past.

But this kind of behavior does not only belong to ordinary people, whether it is a soul master or a non-soul master, as long as it is a human being, or as long as it is a thoughtful existence, this kind of bragging and showing off is unavoidable.

Because this is something inherent in communication.

Ma Hongjun was born in the countryside, and he often heard that the adults set up a table outside on a leisurely night, with a few dishes of side dishes and a pot of homemade rice wine on the table.

Between cups and cups, they boasted to each other about their brilliant deeds to the cold and clear night.

It's just that at that time, as a child, Ma Hongjun, who had no parents and could only be an orphan living in the village head's house, couldn't quite understand the words and deeds of those adults.

He couldn't understand why ordinary people, who didn't have the qualifications of soul masters, could tell those deeds more twists and turns than some soul masters' experiences.

The young Ma Hongjun was very curious about it and admired it very much.

Later, he knew.

Those grown-ups can’t believe everything they say, just like these chefs who can talk cowhide in small talk now, their life experiences are indeed very ordinary and bland in a crisis-ridden world that seems to belong only to soul masters, like stagnant water. waves.

but……

Many of those who have experienced twists and turns in their paths are indeed like this.

At least that's how it seems to them.

Their lives are both ordinary and not ordinary. If they are put together, it is likely that three or four out of ten people have experienced one thing, but the turning point of each event is different.

And then some of the results are very different, and some are very different.

This is their unique life experience.

In such a world where soul masters are respected, they are certainly not soul masters. Facing those capable master soul masters, they may have to avoid and be afraid, but when they face the most authentic human nature, And at the time of life and death, they are the most calm kind of people.

Ma Hongjun felt that he had spent less than two months with them.

But he did get a lot out of it.

The young boy who originally just wanted to have a meal with Dean Flender and not let the former village chief make things difficult for him now chats with these young or middle-aged men and women, but he has figured out something ignorantly.

After Ma Hongjun was considered to have the qualifications for soul master cultivation at the age of six, until he was eleven or twelve years old now, he thought that soul masters were different from ordinary people, just like soul beasts and humans. Inexplicably changed a species and status.

That's why he used to be rejected and teased.

But now it seems that in essence, he is a human being first, and then a soul master who has the ability to protect himself and the people around him.

There is no difference between soul masters and the general public.

The chefs had also wondered how children like Ma Hongjun could open such a shop with only a few people and no adults watching.

After they learned that this was a one-year training, they were not disappointed by the brevity of the job, and just shared their experience with each other with a generous smile.

Even in the future, they dictated the formula they tried out over the years to the only literate person among them, asked him to help copy a copy, sorted it out, and quietly stuffed it to these small children.

[Countdown to ten days] Early morning.

As one of the people who purchased ingredients, Ran Sen got up early, and together with Tang San in the kitchen who knew which items were consumed the most and the fastest, they came to the farmers to purchase vegetables, fruits and meat.

Not limited to pork, chicken, and beef, but also some specially bred soul beast meat.

To say this year, who has changed the most.

That probably meant Jansen.

In the past, Ran Sen didn't understand human nature and didn't know how to talk to people.Whenever I meet a stranger, I subconsciously cover my face and eyes with the brim of my hat, as if I can avoid talking if I don’t look at people.

And now.

Although Ran Sen's exposed brown eyes still avoid other people's sight, but compared to the serious social fear before, he at least learned how to bid, bargain and other necessary conversations in life.

For Ran Sen, who can achieve such a big change in one year, this is completely beyond his imagination.

Not only that, but with his docile appearance, he also won the favor of many aunts and grandmothers, and often got a lot of surprises.

【Countdown five days】

Time is running out.

Yu Yuyi counted the balance day after day, estimating how far they were from reaching the goal.

Counting everyone's salary and rent, they are still short of more than 7.

【Countdown four days】

Xiao Wu was like a butterfly, holding a tray in both hands, and lightly walked back and forth in front of each table.

However, today was a surprise.

Zao Wou-ki brought other teachers to see them.

They came at an unlucky time, and the store was full, full of customers.

Even Xiao Wu only saw them when she put down the plate and straightened up when she heard the bell.

There was no time for surprises, and no time for entertaining these teachers. Xiao Wu, who had a little spare time, took advantage of being acquaintances, and Qianqian knocked on a take-out meal fee to increase their performance after training.

A dozen or so teachers were left behind, standing at the door with paper bags of various sizes and bamboo cups in a mess.

Shao Xin took a sip of the drink in the cup, smacked his mouth, and asked:
"Are we being treated as fat meat and being blackmailed? Not to mention, the things are not bad."

Zhao Wuji bit the pickled and sun-dried soul beast meat in his hand bitterly, and replied: "Isn't this obvious? If we had known earlier, we should have brought the profiteers with us, otherwise we wouldn't have been tricked into taking a fortune."

"What are we here for?" Li Yusong held the things in his hand and turned his head to look at the long line on one side.

Lu Qibin said with a smile: "It seems that he is here to care about these little brats."

"Care a fart!"

Zao Wou-ki crumpled the finished bag, "I just jumped off the roof of the Xinghuo Mutual Aid Department! I fell to my death! I won't care about those little bastards anymore!"

"It's Xiao Xiong who is blind!" As soon as he arrived at the door, Xiao Wu with sharp ears opened the door and retorted.

"You little girl...!"

Before Zhao Wuji could finish speaking, Xiao Wu had already shrunk back.

This made Zhao Wou-ki so angry that he was called an impotent rage.

He could only angrily tear open a bag, stuffed his mouth full of jerky, and bit it like those little bastards.

Lu Qibin took a sip of tea at a suitable temperature, and pointed in the direction of his old friend Li Yusong, who was the same age and had a casual temper, "Old Li, let's go there and have a look. Leave Xiao Zhao alone."

"Well, it's been a long time since we visited such a lively place, so let's have a good time visiting it today."

Li Yusong accepted the invitation, and the two walked over there while talking.

Only two 'little young men' were left in place.

After appreciating Zao Wou-ki's impotent fury, Shao Xin clicked his tongue a few times, and waved at the two who left:
"Old Lu, Lao Li, wait for me, I don't want to attract people's attention here."

Zhao·Attractive·None·Conspicuous bag·Extremely: ... Fuck, they are all fucking bad friends