Mr. Tang was so depressed that if Tang Chuxue had told him that Jiang Xingchen's sister was seriously ill, he would come directly as a doctor, and it would not be easy to eat and drink for two meals. As long as he felt that this kid was not good at craftsmanship, he would say goodbye and leave, and there was no need to steal food. As a result, the abominable kid took the handle.

"This girl deliberately implied me. Maybe she was planning to join forces with that hateful boy. Why was it so coincidental, it was mustard and pepper oil..."

However, although he was resentful and cursed, Mr. Tang had no choice. That boy was too bad. If he went to the restaurant to divide the story of stealing food into six episodes and telling it out in a cycle...

He roared and vented for a while in the snowy day, releasing the depression in his chest. The old man then returned and told Jiang Xingchen that Mei'er had recovered well and Zhao Zixiang's method was correct. He probably would have to take medicine for about half a year.

Although half a year has not been short, the deadline has finally come, and the pressure on Jiang Xingchen suddenly disappeared. He happily entered the kitchen to deal with the level 4 monster.

The poisonous mink is not big, just five or six kilograms. Jiang Xingchen carefully removed the bones to avoid touching the teeth, and then removed the poisonous glands of the brain, and finally got only two kilograms of meat.

Mr. Tang watched the whole time, and the gorgeous sword technique made him feel a little amazing. Although he could see that this sword technique was not very effective in attack, his flexibility was something that he, a master at the sixth level of the Yuanqi realm, could not achieve.

After dealing with the poisonous marten, Jiang Xingchen began to deal with the pork. This surprised the old man: "Why doesn't this kid become a monster?"

However, he soon discovered that Jiang Xingchen had just the skin and the speed of plucking hair with small tweezers made him surprised. He understood the function of the push-pull bellow under the stove, and couldn't help but sigh in secretly.

Boil over high heat, add wine and ginger, remove the skin and scrape oil! Then cut into diced, put it back into the pot, add ingredients and stew it. Boil over high heat and turn to low heat. After a full month, remove it and set aside.

The skin is stewed, and the soup is full of collagen. It will soon become a frozen rice ball soon after it is left outside! Although it is not as crystal clear as the previous restaurant, it looks like it is also bounced.

"What exactly is this kid going to do?" The old man became more and more curious at this time.

Then, Jiang Xingchen started kneading the noodles, using half-double noodles! Then he chopped the monster meat into pieces!

"He wants to steam buns. Does this kid have anything to do with the bun shop? But why do you do with the skin?" When he saw the meat filling, he guessed that Jiang Xingchen was going to make the buns.

Two months later, the doubts in Mr. Tang were finally resolved. Only then did he realize that what Jiang Xingchen made was called "Stoil Pork Bun".

The thin skin was bitten open, and a rich soup flowed into his mouth. Although it was hot, it was full of fragrance. It not only had the vitality of a monster's flesh, but also the texture of collagen, which made him want to swallow his tongue.

"It's worth it! He's worth it. Isn't he just a guard for a third-class baron? Isn't he just treating a little girl... How did this guy come up with such a delicious food..."

Mr. Tang smiled and threw away all his depression!

The little girl also ate the mouth full of oil. She sucked the air while stuffing her mouth into her mouth.

Jiang Xingchen had already started breathing again at this time! The formation in his mind began to slowly spread down...

Seeing that Jiang Xingchen's speed of eating soup dumplings increased, the old man also accelerated the speed and did not notice any strangeness about Jiang Xingchen.

After more than ten minutes, the soup dumplings were finally over, and several people finally stopped.

The old man patted his stomach without any image, looking unsatisfied.

Mei'er burped and leaned halfway on the chair, not even trying to move.

Jiang Xingchen also came to his senses at this time, knowing that the formation finally passed from his head to his neck and reached his chest.

"Knowing that the formation is the third formation, the slower it goes to the back! Level 4 monsters should be much stronger than Fangtu, but compared with the development of the sensitive array, they are as slow as snails!"

He sighed in his heart, Jiang Xingchen got up and walked out, and the rice porridge was still being boiled in the pot. Now is not the time to explore the function of the formation.

However, when he came to the stove to serve porridge, he was surprised to find that he could actually detect the fluctuations of the heat steam steam steam was steaming upwards in the pot, and could clearly sense that as the heat fluctuated, the water vapor was evaporating and the rice grains were expanding.

"Huh?" Jiang Xingchen stopped, felt it carefully for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "I know that the formation was at the beginning, I could sense the obvious fluctuation rhythm and control my voice! Now I can even feel the fluctuation of the heat and the changes in food under heat... Doesn't this mean that I will have a very accurate grasp of the temperature in the future! This is simply prepared specifically for the chef... Mr. Tang can't leave this time, hehe!"

Surprised in his heart, Jiang Xingchen quickly served the porridge, took it back to the house, and then placed a plate of mustard green shredded green onto the table.

When he saw the fragrant rice porridge, Mr. Tang was still full of joy. But as soon as the mustard greens came up, his face changed immediately. The extremely pleasant stimulation last night had already left his heart shadow.

"Old man, try it, it tastes good!" Jiang Xingchen added a chopstick and put it in his mouth, and his bite was creaking. Yesterday he put too much for Yin Zhao Danqing! Today, he pinched and placed it.

"Yeah!" Seeing Jiang Xingchen eating so much, the old man hesitated again, raised his chopsticks and put them down again! In his heart, this kid was too sinister, and if he didn't do it properly, he would be plotted again.

"Hehe!" Mei'er couldn't help laughing when she looked at the old man, and also picked up a chopstick and put it in her mouth.

"Woo~" The girl's eyes were immediately confused, but she quickly endured it again, took a sip of porridge, and then picked up another chopstick.

At this moment, the old man finally let go of his hesitation and took a bite! The same kind of pleasure was still the same, but it was much weaker than yesterday. Not only did he not feel uncomfortable and crying, but he felt a kind of transparent comfort.

"Not bad! It's really good!" The old man's eyes immediately lit up, and one mouthful after another, the sound of creaking and sucking sounds intersected.

Jiang Xingchen smiled and shook his head. Compared to his preference for food, this old man is definitely above Zhao Danqing and his second brother!

"What a pity! The pickles have not been pickled yet, otherwise it would be comfortable to just eat rice porridge..."

After lunch, Jiang Xingchen pushed open the door. The snow in the morning had turned into swan feathers, and the whole world seemed hazy.

"I thought I could return to the territory after finding the guards and doctors, but now this heavy snow..." Jiang Xingchen shook his head.

Mei'er walked to Jiang Xingchen and said with some concern: "After this snow, the weather is even colder, the snow will not melt at all. The villagers cannot find wild vegetables and cannot go out to chop firewood... It's very difficult to bear this winter!"

Jiang Xingchen frowned and asked in a low voice: "Doesn't the villagers have enough food?"

"Yeah!" Mei'er nodded and said, "The wheat yield in our place was not high. After paying the tax, it was tight every year. If it was in the harsh winter... In the past, my uncle tried to collect less taxes and make up for the remaining ones and then pay them! My brother didn't care about it two years ago, but this year..."

Speaking of this, Mei'er stopped immediately and glanced at Jiang Xingchen with some alertness.

Jiang Xingchen smiled bitterly, no need to ask, I have forced taxes this year!

"Then buy more grain and charcoal and send it back to the villagers first!" Jiang Xingchen said in a deep voice.

Mei'er looked happy, but immediately lowered her head: "Who should I ask for such heavy snow? The road is difficult to walk on, and it is dangerous! Moreover, our territory is remote and we have to pass by many small towns and villages. If there are fewer people, it will be stolen even if it is not done well!"

"Haha! Brother can recruit 100 private soldiers, what are you afraid of! Besides, Brother and friends can help... If it really doesn't work, let Mr. Tang go and ask him to go back to the territory and wait for us..."

"Young Master Jiang!" Before he finished speaking, Du Rushan walked out of the grocery room with the help of two big men.

"Why are you coming out?" Jiang Xingchen frowned and said unhappily: "Your injury has not healed yet, so you can't go down to the ground!"

"Young Master Jiang! I have twenty people in the Shocking Mercenary Group, and the lowest cultivation level is the nine-level strong body and the thirteen warriors in the inner energy realm. We are willing to be your private soldiers!" Du Rushan said seriously.

Jiang Xingchen frowned. He only knew that the strength was internal energy above the strength, the condensation energy above, and the last was vital energy, but he did not have a specific concept. In other words, he had no intuitive impression of the strength Du Rushan showed.

While Du Rushan said this, he knew that the purpose of the other party being a private soldier for his sister was to make money by his sister. After all, it was really unpredictable to hunt monsters deep in the vast mountains. If he died, his sister would not have to think about it. And with him, the old man could relieve pain with just a few injections.

From his own perspective, he really disliked this kind of closeness with obvious interests, which was also the reason why he did not abandon Sun Sanqiang at the beginning. But this brother and sister were very similar to him and Mei'er, and he couldn't bear to see them suffer in his heart.

After pondering for a while, Jiang Xingchen said, "Your Shocking Mercenary Group is powerful, and I believe they are all nobles. If you are a private soldier for me, it would be a bit..."

"Mr. Jiang! Although we have a noble status, we either have a down-and-out family or a subordinate of the clan. We will never have the habit of a playboy, otherwise we will not become mercenaries... Don't worry, we will abide by the mercenary's ethics. Although I am for Xin'er to follow that old man, as long as we become your private soldier, we will focus on your safety. This statement will never be contrary to this!"

Speaking of this, Du Rushan, with the support of two great men, knelt on one knee and lowered his head and said, "Please help me!"

"Brother!" The grocery room opened, Xin'er ran out crying. His brother never knelt down to anyone in his life, but today...

"Brother!" Mei'er's eyes turned red and she shook Jiang Xingchen's arm vigorously.

"You should recover from your injuries. After you recover, let me go with you. As for how much salary you should pay, please think about it and tell me!" After Jiang Xingchen said that, he led Mei'er to turn into the room.
Chapter completed!