In the end, He Baobao occupied the huge kitchen alone.
There was a crackling sound inside, and the manager outside and a group of kitchen repairmen raised their eyes and stared at the situation inside without blinking.
"Master Steward, will the young master burn down the kitchen?"
"Look at this posture, it's hard to tell."
Some people were worried: "My little master is young. If he is injured, we are not worthy enough to kill him."
It was widely known in the Demon Palace that your Majesty doted on the little master, and they did not dare to let the little ancestor touch him even a little bit.
"Manager, why don't you go in and take a look? It's a big deal if you burn the kitchen down. If you get hurt anywhere, it could be a big deal."
The manager looked melancholy: "Let's just watch for now. At least the young master didn't make any other noise, so it should be fine."
He wanted to rush in, but the young master kicked him out as if he were guarding against thieves and refused to let him in.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "bang bang bang" sound of chopping knives inside, which shocked the people outside and opened their eyes.
"Little Master!!"
Everyone saw shock and panic in each other's eyes, and everyone exclaimed in unison.
As soon as he pushed open the door and entered, the pungent smell of fireworks hit his nostrils.
"Cough cough cough..."
The manager held back his cough to disperse the smoke, and then saw He Baobao's figure.
The little one was standing on the stool, with a gray face, holding a kitchen knife bigger than her face in her hand, and was chopping the chicken body.
"Oh, my little ancestor!!"
This scene scared the manager almost out of his mind, and he quickly snatched the shiny kitchen knife from her hand and threw it far away.
"What are you doing?" The kitchen knife in his hand suddenly disappeared, and He Baobao looked confused.
The manager puffed his beard and glared: "I also want to ask you what you want to do. That kitchen knife is so dangerous, how can you use it?"
His eyes immediately fell on her hand again, and he breathed a deep sigh of relief when he saw that there was no trace of injury.
He said earnestly: "If the young master wants to make something to eat, just let the cooks do it. Why do you need to do it yourself? If we come across this, your Majesty will have to throw us into purgatory."
He Baobao glanced at a kitchen repairman, asking him to pick up the kitchen knife, and then continued the action just now.
The little face said seriously: "Well, since I am going to make food for the big devil, I naturally have to do it myself. Only in this way can I appear more sincere."
After neatly chopping up the last piece of chicken, He Baobao looked at the big guys inside, which were both an eyesore and occupying space, and then pointed to the door with the kitchen knife horizontally:
"Stand aside and don't hinder me. I'm better at making this kitchen knife than you are, so just keep your heart in your stomach."
The manager took a general glance and found that except for the dust on his body, He Baobao had handled everything very well. His skills looked very skillful. After thinking about it, he took several other kitchen repairmen to the station.
outside the door.
"Master Manager, this little master's technique doesn't look like that of a novice."
"The food cooked in the pot next door has a smell that has never been seen in our palace. Is this food edible, Your Majesty?"
"Can you eat the food made by the young master?"
The manager glared at them: "Just watch, you don't know how to speak so shamelessly."
Everyone quickly shut up and stared with wide eyes.
He Baobao prepared the equipment and stewed a pot of chicken soup for the big devil. She knew how to cook in real life, and now she just had room to show off. It was not difficult to do it, but her body was too small and there were many heavy items.
Nothing can be moved.
In addition to making chicken soup, He Baobao also made a cake for the big devil, all of which she found with great effort.
Knowing that he has a sweet tooth, He Baobao specially put a lot of sugar in it.
Gradually, more than half of the day passed, and the rich fragrance filled the entire kitchen, and the alluring smell made the noses of the people outside stretch out.
"What does it taste like, so delicious?"
"Is this made by the young master? I'm afraid a chef with no previous experience can't make something like this."
The training of chefs has always been to study recipes and use their spiritual power while studying cooking skills, so as to achieve a breakthrough in their realm.
"Smelling this smell, my cultivation, which has not changed in decades, is actually a little loose?"
"Me too, I smell a secret in this meal, and I feel like I'm about to have a breakthrough."
Several people's eyes widened in disbelief, and finally they all sat down together, closing their eyes and circulating the spiritual energy in the Lingfu.
There was a crack on the face of the manager who was originally calm, and he looked at the scene in front of him in shock.
The five-pointed star array lit up at the feet of these kitchen cultivators, as if they were about to break through the realm.
He Baobao walked out with a small box containing food. He paused when he saw this scene: "What's going on?"
The manager glanced at the box in her hand with complicated eyes: "Thanks to my little master, my cultivation, which has been silent for decades, has changed today and is making breakthroughs."
"I just don't know what kind of delicacies my little master cooks, which can have such an effect."
He Baobao smiled coquettishly, clenched the box in his hand, and touched his nose: "It's just a few home-cooked dishes. As for why it affects them, maybe it's something they haven't seen before, and I was inspired by this."
A breakthrough.”
After all, he is a person who is determined to practice cultivation. He Baobao has a thorough understanding of the theories about cultivation. This is naturally obvious.
It's fine if I don't say it, but the manager's eyes became even hotter when I mentioned it.
He Baobao: "Since they are about to break through, I would like to ask the manager to protect them here. The big devil is still waiting for me, so I will go back first."
After saying that, he picked up the small box and disappeared in an instant, as if a ghost was chasing him.
After returning to Qiyuan Hall, He Baobao put away his things and went to the main hall to look for Tantai.
On the way there, she asked the system some things.
"System, let me ask you, is the scene I saw when I was at Qiyun Xiaozhu that night related to Mr. Yin?"
She is not stupid. The previous times she saw such scenes by chance because of triggering a hidden plot or because of the big devil's drink.
But that night at Qiyun Xiaozhu, it was obviously because she touched the beads on his hand that she acted like this. She remembered this very clearly.
The system, which had not been released for a long time, lazily said: [It does matter.]
[The Buddha bead has the aura of the Buddha and the Ghost King of the Western Regions. It seems that they have imposed some kind of restriction on it.]
That restriction allows specific people to see certain images after encountering them.
"Mr. Yin is still related to Buddha?"
He Baobao originally thought that Yin Ji'an was only related to the Ghost King, but he didn't know that he was actually related to the Buddha.
"It seems that the Buddhist beads were given to him by Buddha." The appearance of the black string of Buddhist beads flashed in He Baobao's mind.
The system vaguely prompted: [Black Buddhist beads represent sin, self-redemption, concealment and regret in Buddhism.]
It took a long time for He Baobao to open his mouth to speak: "It seems that Mr. Yin is also a person with stories."
What kind of sin would make oneself bear the yoke of pain rather than seek relief? This chapter has been completed!