In the dilapidated Chenghuang Temple, Qiurong helped Qin Shaoyou build a temporary oven using the bricks, tiles, earth and stones collected.
Although the materials used are rough, this oven has all the functions it should have, and the effect is no worse than those found elsewhere.
It can only be said that Qiurong has improved her skills in the kitchen under Qin Shaoyou's hands.
"Well done."
Qin Shaoyou walked around the oven, nodded constantly as he watched, gave Qiurong a thumbs up, and praised him repeatedly.
Qiurong was shameless and embarrassed at being praised, so she waved her hands to show that it was nothing.
Qin Shaoyou took out Fu Dou's skin, called Fu Dou out, spit out a mouthful of rich blood and fire to it, and then let it get into the oven to heat it up first.
At the same time, Qin Shaoyou took out the turtle shell and asked the turtle general to spray water to clean it, and then placed it on the ground with the smooth side facing up to serve as a eucalyptus board for kneading noodles.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Xiucai, Cui Youhang and others knew that their master was making new dishes, so they gathered around.
After the demons and ghosts in Xiahe Village were wiped out, Qin Shaoyou and the others returned to the Chenghuang Temple.
Since the people in Xiahe Village don't know what is good or bad, there is no need for them to go out and help those villagers who don't know right from wrong and miss the evil god to treat their injuries and illnesses.
Anyway, there are Yin soldiers surrounding Xiahe Village, and the people inside can't escape.
When the people from the local Demon Suppression Department arrive, they will be handed over to them for trial to see who in these villages has worked as a tiger and helped Grandma Tu to kill people.
Cui Youyou rubbed his hands and asked with a little expectancy: "Sir, are you going to make something delicious again? Is there a share for us?"
Compared to Brother Cui who is direct, Zhu Xiucai is more talkative.
"Sir, is there anything you need my help with? Just ask me, I can do any job."
The two spoke in different ways and were treated differently.
As soon as Cui Youyou finished speaking, he felt a chill and murderous aura coming over him. He turned around and saw the statue of the Patriarch in the basket on his back, glaring at him with raised eyebrows.
Although he didn't open his mouth to speak, Cui Youyou felt as if he heard his ancestor scolding him: "Shu Zi, how dare you compete with me for food?"
"..."
Cui Yougui looked helpless.
Why do you think this patriarch protects food so much? Could it be that he is a dog?
Criticisms come true. After being glared at by Grandmaster Cui, Senior Brother Cui could only give in and said with a dry smile: "I'm just kidding, just kidding... Grandmaster, please smile. Oh, I forgot." , you are a lump of wood and can’t laugh..."
Before he finished speaking, an invisible force came out from the statue of the Patriarch and entangled Senior Brother Cui with lightning speed.
With just a "whoosh" sound, Senior Brother Cui flew out and was hung upside down on an old crooked tree outside the gate of the ruined temple.
When Zhu Xiucai saw this, he shrank his neck and felt very dangerous.
At this time, the sound of horse hooves came from outside the temple door.
Immediately afterwards, Brother Cui, who was hung upside down on the old crooked neck tree, sternly scolded: "You are the night watchmen of the local demon suppression department? Why don't you salute Shangguan when you see him? What are you looking at? I have never seen Shangguan hanged. On a tree? You don’t know any etiquette!"
When Monk Ma and Zhu Xiucai heard this, they both turned around and walked out of the Chenghuang Temple.
Sure enough, he saw a group of night watchmen outside the gate of Chenghuang Temple, curiously looking at Cui Yougui who was hanging upside down in the old crooked neck tree.
Senior Brother Cui was also a capable person. Although he was hanging upside down, he still took out an identity token of the red-clothed messenger and threw it to these night watchmen.
The local night watchman caught the token, carefully identified it, and verified it with supernatural objects. He was sure it was genuine, and quickly threw it back to him, and asked with shock and curiosity:
"Sir, who hung you on the tree? We will put you down right now."
"Stop! I don't need your help. I am... ahem, I hung myself upside down on the tree by myself. Yes, I hung myself."
Seeing the local night watchman looking at him with a look that said, "Are you sick?" Brother Cui felt very embarrassed and hurriedly found an excuse:
"I'm practicing a very special skill, the bat skill. Have you heard of it? If you haven't, you're right. This is an extremely advanced skill that ordinary people can't practice."
Cui Youyou didn't want the night watchman of the local demon suppression department to see his joke, so he made up an excuse.
When he said these words, he was afraid that his ancestor would not give him face and would expose him and make him embarrassed.
Fortunately, the Patriarch did not do this, and still left him a bit of a pity in front of outsiders.
In the Chenghuang Temple, Qin Shaoyou couldn't help but shook his head, thinking that the reason made up by Senior Brother Cui was not only clumsy, but also a little too small to make a big gain.
What kind of bat skill can you practice to be more powerful than being punished by the ancestor?
Go and ask the people in the Demon Suppression Division, how many of them have been punished by the Patriarch?
If the Patriarch is willing to punish you, it means that you have caught the Patriarch's eyes and have registered with him. Many people have worshiped the Patriarch all their lives, but have never seen the Patriarch appear once.
It's a pity that such a great opportunity to show off for a whole year, which could shock the local night watchmen of the Demon Suppression Department, was missed by Senior Brother Cui.
Qin Shaoyou shook his head and ignored what was happening outside the temple gate. Monk Ma and Zhu Xiucai went to negotiate and hand over matters with the local night watchman.
When Qin Shaoyou kneaded the dough and asked Qiurong to swallow it, seal it and let it sit, Zhu Xiucai and Monk Ma also returned from the temple gate and reported to him:
"Sir, we have already explained the situation here to the people of the local Demon Suppression Department, and ordered them to start immediately, search and interrogate several nearby villages, and strictly investigate and deal with those who are complicit.
At the same time, they were also asked to strengthen inspections of other places within their jurisdiction to see if there were any other mad gods of land who had stolen divine rights nearby, and to notify the superior demon suppression department to ask them to strengthen inspections. "
Qin Shaoyou nodded.
These arrangements were all discussed in advance and there was nothing to say.
He just took out the mandarin duck pot and gave it to Zhu Xiucai and Monk Ma, asking them to cook hot pot.
When they killed monsters in Xiahe Village, Zhu Xiucai and others brought back a lot of monster meat.
The meat of these monster beasts also contains the divine power of chaos. If eaten directly, it will definitely be affected by the divine power of chaos.
But shabu-shabu is different.
The mandarin duck pot can purify the chaotic divine power, and after everyone eats it, there are only benefits and no harm.
After hearing Qin Shaoyou's words, everyone was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly. Then they started to set up the stove and light the fire, wash the meat, pick vegetables and boil the hot pot.
"Remember, the first bowl of boiled meat must be given to the ancestor." Qin Shaoyou reminded.
Zhu Xiucai responded: "Don't worry, sir. The first bowl is for the ancestor, and the second bowl is for you. We still know this rule, but it's not like someone else."
The person he was talking about had no idea that he was talking about him. He was still shouting from the old crooked neck tree in front of the temple: "There is still me, there is still me. Remember to leave a bowl for me. Less spicy and no more coriander." …”
