But Feng Maolin didn't know that at the time. He thought his daughter had some dark cooking skills.

Later, after Feng Chuyue's death, he was reincarnated into the world of cultivation by accident, and became a medical practitioner praised by many stars in the Xuanyi sect. He also tried to cook for himself.

But it's strange that when she refines elixirs and medicines, she can produce particularly good medicines, which are even 30% more powerful than those made by others.

But once I cook, I immediately feel like a different person.

Although the cooked food looks beautiful, it tastes really life-threatening.

No one will find it delicious.

Fortunately, the master doesn't need a little girl to cook at all.

Feng Chuyue never entered the kitchen again.

In her space, there is never a shortage of all kinds of delicious and fun things in the world of cultivation, all of which her senior brothers and sisters have worked hard to find for her.

Everyone knows that the junior sister can't cook, so everyone is afraid that she will be hungry, so they always feed her food.

Even the junior uncle also cooked for Feng Chuyue.

"Second Miss, go out, please!"

The head chef's horrified voice brought Feng Chuyue from memories back to reality.

She looked at the chef's bitter gourd-like expression and really wanted to laugh.

"What, chef, I'm not here to cook."

"Then you are?"

The head chef looked at the big bag of medicinal materials in Feng Chuyue's hand. The smell of Chinese medicine could not be concealed.

So, he thought of another possibility: "Could it be that you want to poison me?"

Well, after several years, the second lady has become more direct.

Feng Chuyue's mouth twitched, and she felt that this head chef was very good at thinking.

"I..." Feng Chuyue almost rolled her eyes, "I just want to use the kitchen, don't worry, I won't cook!"

The head chef was a little suspicious, but then he seemed to think of something: "I understand, the lady wants to make medicine for Madam, right?"

He is such a good and filial boy. Don't be filial next time.

"I'm not..." It seems that there is a lot of resistance to refining medicine at home.

"Don't boil the medicine. I'll do it. I'll go and explain the second lady's feelings to the madam in person later."

"Madam is an open-minded person. She will definitely not think that you are unfilial just because you did not prepare the medicine yourself."

On the contrary, the wife will have the idea of ​​​​surviving the disaster.

"You don't need to, I'll do it myself. You all can go out."

"Chef, this medicine is for experiments, not for my mother to take. You can rest assured."

Doing experiments?

The chef's expression became even more horrified.

The second young lady is a liberal arts student!

Is she crazy?

"Then..." the chef decided to do the next best thing, "Can I observe your experimental process?"

Feng Chuyue could tell almost at a glance what the chubby head chef was thinking.

So she unceremoniously used her skill to get him out of the kitchen: "No, I said it was an experiment. How can the experimental data be known to others?"

"I don't know anything about experiments, and I will never disclose your experimental data." The head chef was about to cry.

The reason why he took this job was not because of his deep love for Feng Chuyue's family, nor because he was pursuing a high salary.

Instead, the Feng family's kitchen is very spacious, giving him enough space to perform.

The more this happens, the less he wants the kitchen to be destroyed in Feng Chuyue's hands.

Although the villa has another small kitchen for the servants to cook, it is completely different from the big kitchen here.

A mature cook should not be afraid of power in order to protect his territory.

The word "quan" was still swirling in his mind, and Feng Chuyue had already closed the kitchen door in front of the head chef.
Chapter completed!