The autumn wind is suddenly cold.
The two rows of old houses behind the Yuncheng Gymnasium were now filled with the rich aroma of rice, making them seem to have a touch of divinity.
Two elder-level dignitaries from the Huijian Sect gathered around the dining table and looked at the large basin of steamed fish placed on it. Their chopsticks moved steadily towards the braised fish balls next to them.
The two people on the opposite side who came to share the table, Su Bei Thunder Knife and Southwest Hidden Weapon Master, aimed at the only 'big pearl' in the middle of the table at the same time.
The big pearl is placed on the head of the roasted whole duck. The outer skin is white and waxy, which is very conspicuous. The inside seems to be crab roe and salted egg yolk, and the color is particularly attractive.
In fact, no one has eaten it yet, and they still don’t know how it tastes, but it is so beautiful that it makes people’s mouths water unconsciously.
For a moment, chopsticks were flying, and a group of disciples started a murderous melee at the dinner table.
It's no wonder that the masters in the room are greedy. At this time of year, as long as you can become a master, you will have good food. That means you have to feed them all kinds of meat every meal to ensure your physical strength.
This body has been tempered with smooth and beautiful muscles. The internal strength must be cultivated deeply and all kinds of energy must be replenished.
But how could Mu Qingyun's various recipes and cooking skills be comparable in this era of hundreds of years of disaster?
Mu Qingyun was well-read at the time and read various food books and cooking books as frequently as she read various history books.
With the skill of God Rewarding Diligence, Mu Qingyun can cook for one day, and his proficiency improvement rate is comparable to that of a serious cook for one and a half years.
Nowadays, she eats the food she cooks by herself, and sometimes she can even eat it to the point where she frowns and says, "Why am I so capable!"
The capable Mu Qingyun personally decided the recipes for the contestants, and took the chefs sent by the gymnasium and their own chefs from the martial arts school to process the ingredients and control the quality of the chefs' cooking.
Almost all the dishes prepared in this way will make people remember them after eating them once. Before they finish eating, they will start to think about the delicious food of the next meal.
"I'm really worried now."
Sun Chengwen from the Huijian Sect took a deep breath intoxicatedly. The aroma that hit his nostrils was fragrant but not greasy, and the taste was extremely delicious. He held the big pearl and took a bite.
The glutinous and soft dough slides between your lips and teeth. There should be glutinous rice inside. In addition to the pure rice flavor, it is also mixed with a little saltiness soaked in the soup.
The tastes of crab roe and salted egg yolk are similar, and the layers are distinct. They dance on the tip of the tongue layer by layer. The slightly hot soup rolls into the throat, and Sun Chengwen can't help but have a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
"Who would have thought that in a place like Yuncheng, in a gymnasium like this, I could eat delicacies that I can't even eat in Taibai Tower? Do I want to settle in Yuncheng in the future?"
No, he should have kicked out his master's door and joined the Yuncheng Martial Arts School.
Sun Chengwen quickly picked up another chicken claw with pickled peppers and stuffed it into his mouth to stop his little idea of "deceiving the master and destroying the ancestor".
The meal lasted for an hour and a half, and there were more than a dozen tables. Each table basically had seventeen or eight dishes, and only five or six people could eat it.
In the end, there wasn't even any soup left.
Everyone finally sat down and slumped on their chairs with their big bellies in their arms. A few of them were holding chopsticks and looking around to see if there was anything missing on the plate.
The rest silently stuffed every grain of rice in the rice bowl into his mouth.
Food is scarce these days. As the main force consuming food, warriors like them should take the lead. They must be diligent and thrifty and not waste a grain of millet or a grain of rice!
"Well."
Sun Chengwen touched his belly and pushed back his martial arts training plan for another half an hour.
Now if he is asked to practice martial arts, he is afraid that his stomach will not agree.
"I suspect that the chefs at Yuncheng Martial Arts School want to defeat the enemy without a fight and feed us all into fat men so that their senior brother can stand out and come out on top."
"Oh, Guo Shaoying eats the delicacies specially made by Yuncheng Martial Arts School every day. How many meals have you eaten? When it comes to getting fat, he is the first to get fat!"
Sun Chengwen: "Okay, now that my fighting spirit is up, I'm so jealous that I want to beat him to death!"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Of course this is all a joke.
At this moment, all the contestants in the gym admired the Yuncheng Martial Arts Gym, especially Miss Yue Qingqing (who had just changed her surname) who was able to take charge of all affairs in the martial arts gym at a young age.
From the station to the gymnasium that day, the warriors like them were tense and focused, fearing that they would make a fool of themselves in front of others and hurt their sect's face.
All the way to the arranged room in the gymnasium, a few people were surprised to realize that they had unconsciously lifted the Yuncheng Martial Arts Gym to a higher position.
But in fact, Yuncheng is just a small place.
Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall is also ordinary and not conspicuous.
However, several representatives of the reincarnation contestants paid homage to the dock as usual and visited Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall.
When I arrived at the place, I saw that it was really in good order. All the disciples in the sect knew etiquette, knew how to advance and retreat, and had character!
The atmosphere of the entire martial arts hall really cannot help but give people thumbs up and praise countless times in admiration!
Amid the admiration, Chen Yi waited for these masters to leave, plopped down on the stone steps at the door, hugged the stone lion and moaned: "Oh my god, you scared me to death!"
Mu Qingyun: "Pfft!"
After Chen Yi was frightened, she grabbed her junior sister and kissed her.
"Our Qingqing family is so awesome!"
She even felt that her martial arts school was managed much better by her junior sisters than when her senior brothers and sisters had not left.
Mu Qingyun couldn't help but sigh slightly: "Do you really think this job is easy to do?"
Such an achievement was the result of exhausting both her mind and body and staying up for three days and nights.
However, she was quite satisfied with the result.
In today's Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall, the boys are each responsible for their own courtyards, and the daily workload is generally fixed and flexible.
The work of the maids is detailed. Each maid is responsible for a certain disciple and does a certain job. The rewards and punishments are clear. If she does well, she will get a generous reward. If she does not do well, she will be deducted from the bonus or fired.
The chefs in the kitchen asked her to divide her into groups according to her specialty, and the daily recipes were agreed upon by the two master chefs in the kitchen and the doctor in the medical clinic.
After agreement, the order must be handed over to the purchaser on time, and manpower must be assigned to strictly control all imported ingredients.
The other is the accounting room.
Mu Qingyun spent the most effort on the accounts side.
The accounts at the martial arts school are very complicated and the account books are very trivial. There are several bookkeepers, each with their own habits, which makes it difficult for several accounts to match up in various details.
Mu Qingyun simply called on the most savvy fellow disciples who came to the door, and spent an hour every night to sort it out bit by bit. The most recent ones were sorted out first. After sorting out, he finally found out the deposits in the warehouse and the daily income and expenditure. Finally I have an idea.
Chen Yi read the account book in a daze and looked up blankly: "Oh my god, why hasn't our martial arts gym closed down yet?"
Mu Qingyun couldn't help laughing: "Because we are sponsored by the imperial court?"
The main income of their martial arts school is the allocation from the court, the support of local wealthy households, and the contributions of some mature disciples, and the little they earn from doing tasks.
The expenses are huge. The money spent on the disciples is not just the subsidies. The government's allocation is far from enough. Just looking at the books, the martial arts school is heavily in debt and should have closed long ago. Transcoding statement: The above content is transcoded and read based on search engine transcoding technology. It does not save any data. Please support the genuine version (Zhizhiwu Chinese has no pop-ups and is updated in a timely manner)
