Old Man Zhang's house was quickly built and tidied up, and a lot of fire-proof and explosion-proof materials were secretly added.

"Old Zhang, come and have a look. I just built a good house for you. I used the best flints inside the wall. I promise that Lu Yao will not be damaged!" Wang Blacksmith patted his chest, his voice loud and confident.

Old Man Zhang brought Lu Yao back, nodded slowly and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Wang Blacksmith smiled mysteriously at Lu Yao and responded sideways: "It's not hard work. It's a pleasure to see this boy betray this kid."

After saying that, he squeezed his eyes and said in a long voice: "You guy just make it. If you break it, you have a lot of good materials."

This is very obvious, and it is impossible for Lu Yao to escape from cooking.

Village Chief Luo and Carpenter Ni laughed and were quite happy when he heard this.

Lu Yao's demonic talent has seriously damaged their self-confidence.

At this time, they finally grasped Lu Yao's shortcomings, so they naturally had some evil tastes coming out of their hearts.

Lu Yao complained, and his helplessness could only turn into a sigh of grief.

Let’s go and be sad, why bother to come!

"Don't cry with a sad face. Learning to cook is not your life. Look at your appearance, it's like you're going to the execution ground. You're so disgusted, so you're so useless." Village Chief Luo spit out a smoke ring and stared at Lu Yao and said in a low voice, winking, and gloating.

Lu Yao curled his lips and nodded weakly, his arms hanging on his shoulders, walking like a walking corpse.

Blacksmith Wang stepped forward, took out an exquisite wooden box from behind and handed it to Lu Yao, and said with a serious look on his face: "Good grandson, don't be unhappy. Grandpas, believe you can. This is a new weapon I have created for you. You can hold it away and use it in the future."

arms?

Lu Yao's eyes lit up, he quickly reached out to take the wooden box and said excitedly: "Thank you Grandpa Wang for your gift."

"No thank you, don't thank you, please open it first to see if you like it." Wang Blacksmith nodded with relief, with a hint of joy in his eyes, and he didn't know what was wrong with holding it in.

Lu Yao did not see anything unusual, nodded repeatedly, and responded with a smile, "Grandpa Wang gave it to me, I naturally like it--"

After the exquisite wooden box was slowly opened, golden light shone out from the gap in the box.

The dazzling golden light must be nothing!

After seeing the things contained in the wooden box, Lu Yao's face turned black instantly, and his whole body became petrified, and a truck of black lines emerged behind his forehead.

I saw that there were ten gold shovels neatly placed in this exquisite wooden box. This was not a shovel made of ordinary gold.

It is a shovel made from the level 10 material [Phoenix Essence Gold].

The so-called new weapon is a shovel?

Looking at Lu Yao's mistook the circle, the elderly in the village laughed to the sky, and their tears were almost bursting out.

Wang Blacksmith laughed the most, shaking the surrounding mountains, and in the forests, hundreds of birds flew.

"Good grandson, look, this is a weapon made of Phoenix Essence Gold. It is extremely precious and worth the money of the old nose. And it has a strong attack power. I can use this shovel to flatten a small mountain bag at will! Why don't I show it to you?" Wang Blacksmith asked with a laugh, his tone full of evil taste.

Lu Yao calmly closed the exquisite wooden box slowly, and the golden light converged.

I glanced at the old people in the village and looked at the grandpas smiling happily.

He felt relieved.

He realized it.

Forget it, just cook!

Grandpas are happy!

Lu Yao put away the wooden box, tried hard to squeeze out his smile, and said in a lengthened voice: "Thank you very much, Grandpa Wang!"

After everyone had supper, Lu Yao went to the kitchen honestly and started cooking, very consciously.

In the kitchen, Lu Yao held a golden phoenix shovel in his hand and his eyebrows were locked tightly.

It’s true that this new pot and a new shovel feel different when used.

It's mainly not bad, it's very durable.

No matter how much strength he used, he could not stab the pot and kept shoveling.

Let’s not talk about how hard this black pot is, just talk about this Fengjin shovel.

It can bend and rebound.

Do you say it’s annoying?

And this black pot can also reduce noise, and no matter how much force is used, you can't make any sound.

All are the effects of Yuanshi.

This shows that Wang Blacksmith was really considerate and took great pains to forge this set of pots.

Lu Yao is grateful!

Time flies, and three days pass.

During these three days, Lu Yao devoted himself to cooking and even forgot to practice.

Thinking about cooking.

There was a sensation in his heart and he became stubborn.

I really don’t believe it. I have lived for two lifetimes and couldn’t even cook a meal. Wouldn’t it be a joke if I tell it?

However, ideals are full, but reality is extremely cruel.

In the end, Lu Yao simply made a pot of tender tofu without a pot and made a table of cold tofu with scallion soy sauce!

In the evening, the elderly in the village sat together and looked at the table full of scallion, soy sauce, cold tofu with tofu.

Old Man Zhang picked up the small wine glass, drank it all in one go, and said no more.

Grandma Li took a bite with a spoon, nodded, and said with great relief: "Not bad, it's improved, not very salty, and it's still possible to eat it."

Wang Blacksmith was very unhappy and said angrily: "My set of pots is so good, I don't need them!" He could hear a little sadness when he heard the sound.

Carpenter Ni picked up the wine glass and toasted Old Man Zhang. The two looked at each other and smiled.

Village Chief Luo quickly picked up the wine glass and drank with him.

Everyone was silent during the meal, and everything was silent.

Lu Yao was a little tired of eating it and sighed secretly that he really couldn't eat too much tofu.

Village Chief Luo looked at Lu Yao who was a little depressed, slowly shook his head, and secretly controlled the Yuanzi King of Hell to issue an order to Meng Po.

In Luofeng Mountain, Meng Po stared blankly at a black scroll in her hand, and saw that it said, "Be sure to let Qiuling learn to cook and have top cooking skills!"

Meng Po is a person who has experienced it, and instantly saw a trace of sourness and grinned.

Her laughter echoed in the mountain belly.

Qiu Ling had already woken up at this time, but her figure was still very thin, and her appetite was not very good.

Qiu Ling tilted her head and asked in a low voice: "Grandma Meng, why are you laughing at?"

Meng Po’s palm turned, and the black scroll disappeared. She pulled Qiu Ling’s little hand sideways and asked softly: “Good boy, are you hungry? How about I take you to the Tianxiastairs to have delicious food?”

Qiu Ling looked puzzled and said, "Tianxia Tower? Where is that?"

"Tianxialou is naturally a place to eat. There are countless delicacies and delicious dishes inside. It is guaranteed to restore your appetite. Of course, there are also the top chefs in the Yuanxian Continent." Meng Po said meaningfully.

When Qiu Ling heard this, she lowered her eyebrows and shook her head slowly and said, "I don't want to eat, I want to practice."

Meng Po squatted down, pinched Qiu Ling's face, and smiled and said, "Grandma knows that you have a boy you like. If you treat yourself badly, you will worry him. Mother-in-law, I heard that if you want to grasp a man's heart, you must first grab his stomach. If you don't taste all the delicious food in the world, how can you make a good dish to capture his heart?"

Qiu Ling looked at Meng Po, raised her nose and said angrily: "I don't want to grab his stomach! He has to eat whatever I do. If he dares to say something is not delicious, I will definitely not let him go to my bed!"

When Meng Po listened to the first half, she felt that Qiu Ling was childish, but when she listened to the second half, her face suddenly froze.

"You girl, who have heard these rumors? You can't say them again in the future! Every girl should be reserved." Meng Po stroked Qiu Ling's hair with laughter and cry, and said with concern.

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