Cultivating immortals is not as good as alchemy

Chapter 17

The little old man with a bad haircut walked up to Fu Xiaoyun and looked at her, his eyes were full of doubts, who is this, standing here, going the wrong way?
"Who are you? This is not the place to eat. Turn left when you go out."

As he spoke, he pushed Fu Xiaoyun, "Okay, lean to the side, don't stand in the middle of the road, it's like a wooden stake, blocking the way!"

Fu Xiaoyun gave the little old man a white look, and wiped off the ashes on his body. He didn't know what his hands had touched, so he wiped them off quickly.

The little old man looked at Fu Xiaoyun's actions amusedly, "The little girl is very particular, but you still think I'm dirty, the old man?"

"My hands are much cleaner than your clothes. The little kid has a lot of problems."

Fu Xiaoyun didn't argue with him, and pointed to the attendant standing beside him, "He brought me in, saying that his young master wanted to see me as an apprentice spirit chef."

The little old man frowned and looked at the attendant, his eyes widened suddenly, it didn't matter if he didn't look, he was startled.

Isn't this that personal attendant? Why did he come here? It should be on the third floor.

The little old man bent down slightly to signal, and asked in a submissive tone, "Master, did he really say that?"

There is no shortage of apprentices in the back kitchen. Isn't this just forcing him to find something to do.

The attendant still looked like someone owed him money, nodded coldly, and didn't explain anything.

The little old man saw that he couldn't find anything famous, so he accepted it, didn't he just take an extra apprentice, small problems, small problems, just find something for her to do.

"That's all right, you go over there to practice cutting vegetables, and come to me when the slices are as thin as a cicada's wings and the thickness is uniform."

The little old man pointed to the leftmost cutting board and said.

Fu Xiaoyun stood still, with a shy smile on her face, "Then what, I don't want to chop vegetables, I want to read the recipes of the spiritual chef."

The little old man couldn't believe it, and once suspected that he had heard it wrong, "What did you say, you say it again?!"

Fu Xiaoyun's smile became brighter and brighter, "I want to see the recipes of the Ling Chef, please help me get them."

The little old man was so angry that he stepped back again and again. Never, never have I seen such a brazen person. You can see what other people eat when you say it!

It is simply too much for an apprentice to point to his master for ancestral martial arts secrets without learning anything.

"I won't take it anymore, you get out, I can't take you, there is no shortage of apprentices here, just go as far as you can!"

Fu Xiaoyun ignored the little old man, turned to look at the attendant and said, "Your young master wants to see how I become an apprentice, you go and tell him that as long as you show me the recipe, I can make spiritual food. If I can’t do it, I will spend my whole life doing odd jobs here.”

The attendant tilted his head to think for a second, nodded, and bounced high with a "whoosh", and his head was in close contact with the ceiling. Then a big hole was broken in the ceiling, and the guests upstairs were shocked.

Fu Xiaoyun looked up at the holes in the ceilings on the second and third floors, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Wow, that's really cool, amazing people really don't take unusual paths."

After a while, the attendant jumped down from the hole on the third floor, accompanied by a roar, "Idiot, pay me to fix it yourself!!!"

For the first time, the attendant's paralyzed face changed, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, which was visible to the naked eye.

The attendant stretched out his hand in front of the little old man, "Bring me the recipe, just take a look at it, there will be no missing pieces of meat, the young master said."

The busy apprentices and spirit chefs all slowed down their movements and focused their eyes on the little old man alone, wanting to know what the little old man would do.

To give or not to give, that is the question.
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(End of this chapter)