Article 73

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The manager's hair stood on end, he wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief, and said something that he regretted: "Isn't this, I hope the elder will make a pot of stewed tofu with vegetables himself?"

Chu Wanning has no expression, still holding his food, tilting his head and thinking silently: "..."

The manager hurriedly said: "If the elder doesn't want to, that's fine—"

Before he could say anything, Chu Wanning asked, "Where is the tofu?"

Manager: "..."

"Elder Yuheng, do you... know how to cook?"

Chu Wanning said: "I don't know everything. You can try it."

At noon that day, all the disciples entered the Mengpo hall happily as usual, found a place in groups, and then went to the counter to get vegetables for dinner.

There is no bigu at the peak of death and life, and the food has always been plentiful, and today is no exception.

Braised beef in soy sauce is fat and thin, the fish-flavored shredded pork is bright and full-bodied, the farmhouse meat is golden yellow and crispy, and the fish meat with chopped pepper is red and attractive. The disciples rushed to grab their favorite food and lined up all the way to ask the chef to add a spoonful of sweet and sour pork ribs for themselves, pour some marinade on the rice, or add some oil and spicy peppers.

The fastest runners are always the disciples of Elder Lu Cun. The little guy at the head of the line has a big pimple on his nose, but he is still thinking about mapo tofu. He skillfully carried the wooden tray to the last cabinet without raising his eyes, and said, "Master, I want a bowl of tofu."

The master's ten fingers were slender and fair, and he handed him a plate full of tofu.

However, it was not the mapo tofu he was familiar with. It was a plate of weird food with scorched black color and indistinguishable ingredients.

The disciple was surprised: "What is this?"

"Boiled tofu with green vegetables."

There was a lot of voices in Meng Potang, and this disciple didn't pay attention to the voice of the person who answered, but said angrily: "Are you making alchemy? Can this be called green vegetables and tofu? I don't want it, you take it back!"

While cursing, he went to stare at the kitchen master, but as soon as he saw the person standing behind the cupboard, the disciple screamed in fright and almost knocked over the tray.

"Elder Yu, Yuheng!"

"Um."

The disciple was about to cry: "No, what about me, I didn't mean that just now. I..."

"Since you don't eat it, take it back." Chu Wanning said blankly, "Don't waste it."

The disciple picked up the plate stiffly, handed it to Chu Wanning stiffly, and then left with the same hands and feet.

After a while, everyone knew that Elder Yuheng was standing in front of the last cupboard, so Meng Po Hall, which was still bustling with activity, fell silent for a moment.

The disciples lined up obediently like furry puppies, served dishes in a panic, came to the last cupboard respectfully, greeted the elder with stuttering words, and then stumbled away.

"Hello Elder Yuheng."

"Um."

"Good day, Elder Yuheng."

"Good day."

"Elder Yuheng has worked hard."

"..."

The disciples were very disciplined and cautious, so Chu Wanning accepted the nervous greetings of every disciple, but no one dared to try the vegetables in his pot to cook tofu easily.

Slowly, the team got shorter and shorter, and the food in front of the other masters was almost finished. Only Chu Wanning was still full, and the pot of dishes was completely cold, and no one cared about it.

Chu Wanning has no waves on his face, but his heart is a little complicated. After all, he washed all morning...

At this time, his three personal disciples came. Xue Meng is still silver-blue light armor, which is very clean. He leaned over excitedly: "Master! How are you? Does the wound still hurt?"

Chu Wanning was very calm: "It doesn't hurt."

Xue Meng: "That, that's good."

Chu WanNing glanced at him, and suddenly asked: "Do you eat tofu?"

Xue Meng: "..."

The author has something to say: Chu Wanning: Do you eat tofu?

Disciple A: No, I won’t eat it.

Chu Wanning: Do you eat tofu?

Disciple B: Wowowo is allergic to tofu!

Chu Wanning: Do you eat tofu?

Xue Meng: What!... (Suddenly blushing) I am a straight man! I, how can I eat tofu from Master!

Chu Wanning: ... What are you thinking, go to Qingtian Temple and think about it! Get out now! Don't mix with Mo Weiyu in the future! (Angrily flipping the table)

Chapter 31 My Uncle

In order to show his sincerity in front of the master, the young master made three plates of burnt black tofu, and promised that he would not throw away any of it, and would eat all of it.

Chu Wanning was very satisfied and showed a rare appreciation.

The ink burning behind saw that he was not happy. Emperor Taxian has an inexplicable attachment to Chu Wanning's approval, and immediately ordered three servings of tofu. Chu WanNing glanced at him: "Eat so much, don't you support it?"

Mo Ran and Xue Mengbiao said vigorously: "Don't say three servings, even three more servings, I can eat it."

Chu Wanning said lightly: "Okay."

Then gave Mo Ran six servings of tofu, and said: "You are the same, don't waste it."

Ink burning: "..."

The other two are ordered, and Shi Mo is no exception, and said with a smile: "Then... Master, I want three sets."

So on the first day after Elder Yuheng's confinement ended, his three disciples all

I got a stomach upset because I ate something bad. The next day, the precept elders found Chu Wanning, and euphemistically expressed that Meng Potang was not short of helpers, and asked Chu Wanning to move to Naihe Bridge to help clean the fallen leaves and wipe the pillars.

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