On this day, Hu Qing let herself go and slapped a basket of cucumbers until the juices were splashed out beyond recognition. Half of the last cucumbers were smashed by her, and the remaining half was chewed.
"Master Han, why don't you scold me? I'm like this." Hu Qing gestured with his hand.
Mr. Han is very good at hygiene. He will scold any small worker for a long time if a drop of vegetable foam splashes on the chopping board. Today she created a scene of dismemberment, and the old man was still wandering around.
After more than half a year of getting along with each other, Hu Qing felt that she was quite familiar with Mr. Han. She dared to act arrogantly today because she saw that Mr. Han was absent-minded.
As a result, Mr. Han just glanced at the floor, the table, and the wall next to him, and then turned to frown again.
Hu Qing felt bad, swallowed the last bite of cucumber, and hurriedly came over and gestured in front of his face: "Master Han? Is your deadline coming?"
Mr. Han looked old-fashioned in his glaring movements. He weakly knocked her hand away and sighed: "That's about right."
Hu Qingyi said: "Let's buy life-extending pills. You are always rich."
Mr. Han turned halfway: "You can't buy it even if you have money."
"No way. I heard from Damu and the others that there are many kinds of life-extending pills. The ones that extend life for fifty years are cheap and not difficult to buy."
Fifty years is nothing to an immortal, that's why it's cheap.
Hu Qing paused and looked at Mr. Han carefully. Although he looks sluggish, he is actually full of energy, full of spiritual energy and vitality. No matter how he looks at it, he can still live for a long time. Is it possible——
"Master Han, there is no obstacle in life that cannot be overcome. You must be more open-minded. It is said that people who commit suicide are not likely to be reincarnated."
Han Ye bah.
Hu Qing suddenly realized and smacked his fist: "The enemy is here?"
Mr. Han said: "My enemies are all competing in cooking skills." Life and death are not at stake.
Hu Qing muttered, it couldn't be relatives coming.
At this moment, Mr. Han sighed and waved his hand to clean up the wet scene Hu Qing patted: "I'll give you a look."
Hu Qing is confused, what are you looking at? Injury?
Mr. Han walked to the table and took out a set of spatulas and knives with a very gentle gesture.
Pot, spatula, knife?
A complete set.
The pots are numbered nine from big to small, the spatulas are numbered nine from small to big, and the knives are nine in length, width, and width.
Mr. Han then placed it on the ground. It was a stove. There was only one stove, but it looked like the fire outlets on top were classified according to the size of the pots.
The main materials of the pot, spatula, knife and stove are all the same, which is a kind of purple sand gold. It is difficult to find in the lower world, but it should be easy to find in the fairy world. The pattern on the main body is also the same, goldfish pattern, cute and unique, each goldfish has a different shape and is lifelike.
Hu Qing feels that this set of kitchen utensils is more like a work of art.
"It's broken." Mr. Han said melancholy.
Hu Qing couldn't help but stepped forward, picked up the shovel and bumped it, then raised the knife to face the light and took a closer look. He looked at the big pot and then touched it on the stove for a long time.
"It's not broken. I haven't used it for a long time and I'm tired. Just refresh it." Hu Qing raised his head and was startled.
Mr. Han looked at her with bright eyes: "Do you understand?"
Hu chuckled: "I am the weapon refiner."
Mr. Han perked up and said, "Are you a sledgehammer?"
Hu Qing nodded heavily: "I can also shake a big spoon."
At this time, Mr. Han didn't care about shaking the sledgehammer. He only wanted to swing the sledgehammer: "Are you really a weapon refiner? Then can you - forget it, you only have the cultivation level of Nascent Soul, what can you do."
"Hey, hey, you can't say that." Hu Qing was unhappy: "Just because my cultivation is low doesn't mean I'm not good at it. As for this set of equipment, I'll leave it here: I promise to fix it for you, and the money - You watch it."
Don’t even think about it being free, you’re so poor that you’ll just have to eat dirt.
But having said that, Shihan's staff meals are really not covered, and their kitchen has many opportunities to try food. After accumulating these days, Hu Qing's spiritual power from eating is more than the spiritual power she absorbs from the air... .
Mr. Han had already knelt down and caressed the furnace body, as gently as he was caressing his lover's face. Hu Qing was excited, Mr. Han doesn’t like women, could it be that he likes——
"My wife gave it to me."
Hu Qing: Oh~
"She is not in good health. She is barely able to regain her consciousness. When her life span is exhausted..."
Mr. Han’s voice was very sad.
Hu Qing quickly said: "Master Han, I promise to fix it for you without charging you any money."
Mr. Han gave him a "you can't do it" look: "Twenty-eight pieces, big and small, must be completed from beginning to end in one go."
Hu Qing: "I can do it."
"Every inch must be struck nine hundred and ninety-nine times continuously."
"I can."
"Knock it nine times in total, without stopping in between."
"I can."
"I found more than a dozen weapon refiners, but they all refused to take on this job."
"I~ okay."
"Alas." Mr. Han stood up and said, "I know it's not that they can't do it, but they just don't like the work and find it troublesome."
Hu lightly patted his forearm: "I'm really good. You believe me."
Mr. Han: "Even if you have the cultivation level of a low-level spiritual immortal, I will still believe you."
Hu Qing was confident: "Refining weapons depends on talent and has little to do with cultivation."
Mr. Han squinted his eyes and said, "Nine-nine times after nine-nine times, you won't be out of breath the whole time?"
"Okay." Hu Qing nodded affirmatively.
"You can't count wrong at once."
"I can definitely do it."
"No desertion."
"no problem."
"The strength is still even."
"Definitely."
Mr. Han waved his hand: "I don't believe you."
Hu Qing's waist flashed: "Master Han, you believe me. I understand this weapon, but its quality is not that-ahem. I can handle it."
"Are you worth taking this risk?" Mr. Han pointed at Hu Qing and then at his own nose: "What a precious thing."
Hu Qing Ouch Ouch laughed: "Okay. I'll put the dignity of this weapon refiner on the line for you. I won't touch your treasure for now. In this way, with this kind of material, if you give me a copy, I will let you See with your own eyes whether I can make it ninety-nine or ninety-nine.”
Definitely.
At this moment, Hu Qing was exuding confidence, which was completely different from when he was chopping vegetables. Master Han hesitated and gritted his teeth.
"Okay, I'll watch you with my own eyes."
Hey, did you hear that? Master Han wants to keep an eye on Daqing's weapon refining—weapon refining!
"Why are you so confused?" Da Mu hurried to find Hu Qing after work.
Hu Qing laughed: "I am a weapon refiner."
"How dare you show yourself in front of Mr. Han?"
Hu Qing reassured him: "I'm sure. Just wait and see."
Damu was confused: "Isn't it shredded vegetables? Why are we talking about weapon refining? Do you think the knife we use is not good?"
Hu Qing: "..."
The place for refining weapons was provided by Han Ye. The furnace for refining the weapons was provided by Mr. Han. Even the spirit gathering array for the stove had to be set up by Mr. Han himself.
"I believed your evil deeds!"
Hu Qing nodded and bowed: "I'm not in good luck. One day I'll be successful - Mr. Han, I'll invite you and everyone to a top-notch banquet at the top of the mountain."
Mr. Han immediately became happy: "Then I have to try the skills of our top immortal chef."
Hu Qing was curious when he heard this: "Master Han, what is the cultivation level of our immortal chef who eats delicious food?"
"The level of cultivation is not high, and we are not diligent in our practice." Mr. Han waved his hand, "The highest talent is the Immortal Master. But our strength as a foodie - humph, no one dares to bully him."
Hu Qing understood that a restaurant couldn't rely on its cooks to be thugs. The food must have been provided by masters, uh, top-grade ones on the heavenly level?
