For several days, Hu Qing followed Da Mu, running here and there, and never saw Mr. Han again.
Master Han was also busy. He was in charge of personnel matters and had to cultivate himself, so he didn't pay special attention to a small helper.
On the other hand, Da Mu found an opportunity to praise him: "Da Qing is really good. She can do anything well. I think her sword skills are no worse than mine."
Mr. Han said: "You know nothing."
Damu scratched his head.
Then one day, Hu Qing was cutting vegetables on her special small chopping board in the big wood workshop, as thin as silk and snow, when a figure stood in front of her. After Hu finished cutting, he looked up and said with a smile: "Master Han."
She didn't run around these days, nor did she go to Mr. Han to show her courtesy. Who is she? Is it an honor for her to ask for help? Don't do something that you know won't work. Of course, it wasn't like she didn't ask anything.
For example, she inquired about the teleportation arrays in Dengyunxian Realm, and the prices were the same. One ticket for one thousand low-grade spiritual crystals, non-return.
At that time, Da Mu said: "It's very cheap, just to make it easier for everyone to go to other fairy worlds."
Cheap? Hu Qing was stunned.
One thousand low-grade spiritual crystals are equal to one middle-grade spiritual crystal, and one thousand middle-grade spiritual crystals are equal to one high-grade spiritual crystal. Is a thousand low-grade spiritual crystals expensive? Not expensive. If only she could really get along before. But now she doesn't have any.
With food, accommodation and wages included, when would she save up enough for those thousand low-grade spiritual crystals?
Oh, the salary of Damu, a small-time worker, is one piece of low-grade spiritual crystal per month.
"Actually, it shouldn't be given to us. Because we are apprentices, our food, accommodation, and training are all provided by food. There is no need for the low-grade spiritual crystal of one piece per month. But the superiors said that this is pocket money for us. I I don’t have any flowers, I’ve saved them all. Hey, Daqing, are you short of money? I’ll lend it to you.”
What a stupid kid, she even took the initiative to borrow money. Is she such a nice person?
"how much do you have?"
"I've saved dozens of dollars."
Hu Qing sighed: "Too little, please save more."
As for the Ascension Pond, Damu didn't know either. He didn't even know about other immortal worlds. He's not at the level yet where he needs to know that.
After knowing the fare of the teleportation array, Hu Qing devoted himself to studying cooking skills. In addition to practicing with Damu, he also studied cooking books.
By the way, why is it called the esophagus and not the kitchen path? Kitchen food is easier to pronounce, but esophagus always reminds me of gastroenterology and medicine.
Ye Xi: Oh, because I don’t like people named Chef.
"Master Han, you are here." Hu greeted with a slight smile.
Mr. Han stretched out his hand and pinched a handful of shredded vegetables she had cut. Damu said hurriedly beside him: "You can cut it better than me."
Mr. Han said: "It's not as good as you."
Da Mu choked and shook his head suspiciously. His hair was covered, so he couldn't scratch his head while chopping vegetables.
Hu Qing was also puzzled and sincerely asked for an explanation: "Master Han, do you think I am wrong?"
Master Han said: "This is not your way."
Hu Qing was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Master Han, you think too highly of me. I am just an ordinary person, and I have never entered any realm."
Mr. Han shook his head at her, put the shredded cabbage in his mouth, and walked away with his hands behind his back.
Hu Qing was confused and asked Damu: "What do you mean?"
Damu was also confused: "Of course you can't be a Taoist. How old are you?"
Hu Qing Heixian, yes, she is still a baby. But what did Mr. Han mean?
Hu Qing thought for a long time and felt that since Mr. Han took the initiative to talk to her, she would hit the snake with a stick and take the initiative to pester him. After that, Hu Qing Gukong went to look for Mr. Han. Sometimes he couldn't find him, but sometimes he could see him. Once, twice and three times, Mr. Han ignored her. But ten times, twenty times, thirty times, Mr. Han was too embarrassed to ignore it.
"Cut the vegetables for me to see."
Hu Qing is excited and behaves well.
Mr. Han shook his head: "I have no time."
Hu Qing retreated smoothly.
Later, with a look from Mr. Han, Hu Qing started chopping vegetables without saying a word, and then with another look from Mr. Han, Hu Qing withdrew without saying a word.
Everyone watched these processes, laughing and joking that Mr. Han was impatient and admiring Hu Qing's patience. They didn't even notice that she was impatient. She was much calmer than when they first came in.
Mr. Han thought to himself: I am afraid that this person is too calm and too independent-minded to be taught.
Since the first day he ate Hu Qing's cooking, he was keenly aware of something in it that he couldn't describe and didn't possess, and he decided in his heart that Hu Qing had something special in his esophagus. That feeling...is similar to discovering an ingredient that you have never seen before, or a menu, a completely unfamiliar ratio. He wanted to understand and study, but he didn't know where to start.
Teach her, lest it be self-defeating and cause her to lose her original uniqueness. Don't teach him, he hasn't found a way to let Hu Qing show his uniqueness.
Worrying people.
Hu Qing didn't know Han Ye's entangled thoughts. She didn't understand what kind of flowers should be cut out when cutting vegetables. She had obviously seen other people cutting vegetables and imitated them. It was just like that!
Ask the silk cloth.
Silk cloth: "You ask me, a weapon spirit who can't eat anything?"
Hu Qing: "Why do I feel that you are getting more and more resentful now?"
Silk cloth: "What do you think? After finally arriving in the fairy world, the person I followed is working as a cook. Oh, not even a cook, just a helper who can't even chop vegetables."
Hu Qing: "..." Don't care about luck with things that are not human beings.
The next day, she changed to a clean rapier when she showed it to Mr. Han. She tossed the dish upwards and the light and shadow changed, and the shredded vegetables fell neatly on the plate.
Mr. Han was angry: "Is this a sideshow? Get out of here."
Hu Qing went out with his head hanging down. Well, no points for acrobatics.
Then she changed to an old and stupid kitchen knife that Damu got from somewhere. As soon as he took it out, Mr. Han's face twitched. He endured his anger and watched her finish cutting everything and scolded her to get out.
Hu Qing smiled and said, "Don't be angry, Master Han. Look at the knife. It looks so dark. Maybe there is the soul of an immortal chef living in it."
Mr. Han wanted to take action: "That's dirt that hasn't been cleaned! I'll shoot anyone who comes back with this kind of junk in the future!"
Pushing Hu Qing out: "It's not about the knife, it's about you."
Hu Qing was confused and asked when he was arrested: "What's my problem?"
How could anyone know? If they figured it out, they would be as powerful as Mr. Han.
Go back to the room and sit down, Hu Qing pours himself a drink: "Yes, I must have a talent for the esophagus, otherwise Han Ye is teasing me? My cooking is delicious, Shuang Hua said it is good. But Han Ye What problem are you talking about?"
The silk cloth couldn't help her.
After thinking for a long time, Hu Qing couldn't help but feel discouraged. She really had no direction to work hard. All day long, not even a single spark touched her. Her hands and heart, as a weapon refiner, were all tingling.
Many days passed like this, and half a year had passed since Hu Qing entered the restaurant. During this period, she called the gold-swallowing divine beast but received no response. It must be that she was too far away from Xiaoli Realm. The communication device in the fairy world is not easy to use across the world. As long as she can be sure that Hu Nuan is safe, she can be stable.
In more than half a year, she cut enough vegetables to build a house, but she still couldn't get through to Master Han, and she couldn't earn a piece of spiritual crystal.
Hu Qing had no other choice. At least food and accommodation were provided here, and he could also inquire about news.
Don't be anxious, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.
