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Chapter 433

Hu Yanlie couldn't hold it in anymore, and before night, he told Qiao Chu that he wanted the cook to live here.

"You have a lot of room, and you can live in it anyway. If it's empty, why not rent it out? I'll pay the rent." Hu Yanlie chuckled, thinking about Qiao Chu in his words.

Qiao Chu smiled half-heartedly, then looked at the cook and then at Hu Yanlie: "Are you sure?"

Hu Yanlie looked at the gossiping ladies and nodded affirmatively.

"There are rules when you come to my house to rent a house." Qiao Chu glanced at the cook, who was unshaven and had a vague smell on his body.

"What rules?" Hu Yanlie and the cook were both a little surprised.

Are there any rules for renting a house?

"When you come to rent a house from me, you have to clean yourself up." Qiao Chu's disdain was not concealed in her words.

The cook looked down at himself, feeling a little embarrassed.

Hu Yanlie breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest: "This must be no problem!"

After patting his chest, he realized what he was doing and looked at the cook: "Really? Brother?"

The cook swallowed with some difficulty: "My leg is broken now...it's inconvenient."

Hu Yanlie was stunned for a moment, and when he looked at Qiao Chu, he met Qiao Chu's slightly pitiful eyes.

He pointed to his nose in disbelief and asked the cook: "You can't ask me to give you a bath, can you?"

I am a dignified general, the money is already very good, but you still want me to help you take a bath?

Isn't this a bit too much?

Mrs. Luo also found it funny and glanced at the cook: "It's fine for you to live in your thatched hut. Why do you want to live here?"

The cook pointed at Hu Yanlie innocently: "He asked me to come."

Everyone's eyes turned to Hu Yanlie: You are guilty of sending Buddha instead of sending it to the West!

Hu Yanlie instantly felt a lot of pressure. Then he heard Madam Luo say: "Hu Yan just said it casually. Do you take it seriously?"

Hu Yanlie's blood immediately rushed to his head: "Who said I said it casually? I'm serious... I'll give you a bath!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Hu Yanlie felt a little worried: The smell of the cook was so touching, what kind of trouble did he get himself into?

In the end, Hu Yanlie took the initiative to give three Yuan Yu. Qiao Chu looked at Hu Yanlie with a half-smile but said, "How long will you stay here?"

Hu Yanlie gritted his teeth: "Three months! Food and accommodation included!"

A Yuan Yu is worth thousands of silver beans!

The ladies suddenly took a breath of cold air!

"Huyan, my family still has a house. Do you have any friends or brothers to live in?" A woman immediately started to promote business.

"No more!" Hu Yanlie decisively refused.

The women shut up in disappointment.

As dinner approached, the ladies took their leave one after another.

Qiao Chu got up and walked to the kitchen.

Amid everyone's expectations, billowing smoke came from the kitchen...

After Qiao Chu finally brought out three pots of indistinguishable dishes, Madam Luo stood up decisively: "I feel like I ate too much at lunch, and I'm not hungry at night."

The two children were pulled into the house by Madam Luo. Madam Luo also had pancakes and snacks in her storage bag...

Hu Yanlie opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, he met Qiao Chu's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

The cook was even more shocked: "How about I go back to my thatched house?"

Hu Yanlie grabbed the cook's arm: "No! You live here!"

Chen Qingshan came out with rice and said with a naive smile: "Let's eat."

During this meal, the cook seemed to be taking poison and had difficulty swallowing.

The rice was raw, the vegetables were too salty, too oily, and a little burnt...

Hu Yanlie was in great pain: "I feel that my intestines and stomach are not healed yet, and I started to feel pain again... Otherwise, I will stop eating..."

Qiao Chu glanced at the two men with a half-smile.

Hu Yanlie: “!!!”

After the meal, both men were exhausted and felt that they didn't have much time to live.

Qiao Chu put the half-eaten rice bowl on the table and looked at Chen Qingshan: "Ms. sir, I want to eat the food you cooked."

"Okay, I'll do it." Chen Qingshan put down the bowls and chopsticks decisively and went to the kitchen.

After a while, the aroma of fried pork with chili wafted out, and the aroma of scrambled eggs with tomatoes also wafted...

Qiao Chu looked at the desperate cook: "Do you think you can still teach me how to cook?"

The cook was in great pain, and his mind was confused by the meal. He took one look at Qiao Chu's fairy-like appearance and couldn't figure it out: "The contrast between your appearance and your cooking skills is too great!"

Qiao Chu spread his hands: What can I do?

After drinking two large bowls of water, the cook cheered up and said, "If you have my husband's ability, it will not be difficult to master your skills and enter the imperial city."

"He doesn't want to be a cook. Just talk about me." Qiao Chu put an end to the idea of ​​being a cook without saying a word.

The cook swallowed: "If it were you..." It was really too difficult.

"What's the matter? You didn't tell me to go to the imperial city?" Qiao Chu smiled again.

Both men had pale faces.

The cook found it difficult to do it.

Hu Yanlie was afraid: If Qiao Chu really learns to cook, he will make something that neither pigs nor dogs eat every day for himself to eat...

How about leaving by yourself?

It’s okay if Yuan Yu doesn’t want it!

The cook thought very seriously for a long time before finally saying: "Do you want to go to the Imperial City?"

Qiao Chu: "Of course I want to go."

"How long do you want to go?"

Qiao Chu thought for a while: "The sooner the better."

"Then it depends on how hard you work!" The cook said with a serious face.

Qiao Chu was stunned: "Are you really prepared to teach me?"

"Teach!" the cook said firmly.

Everyone's faces paled visibly.

Only Chen Qingshan smiled and shouted: "Madam, let's eat."



That night, Qiao Chu, who had been practicing martial arts in the Immortal Mansion space for a long time, stopped and Chen Qingshan said: "Wash yourself and then go to bed?"

Qiao Chu shook her head: "Teach me how to cook!"

Chen Qingshan looked at Qiao Chu.

Qiao Chu looked determined: "Immortal magic and spiritual power cannot be used publicly. I can't catch up with you in practicing Yuan Power. If I want to enter the imperial city with you then, I must have a skill!"

Isn’t it just cooking? I can do it!

Chen Qingshan finally nodded: "Come..."

One advantage of the Immortal Mansion space compared to the outside is that there is an endless supply of various ingredients. Also because Qiao Chu has the ability to control the Immortal Mansion space, no big trouble can occur.

When the sky was dimming, Qiao Chu and Chen Qingshan came out of the space. Chen Qingshan wanted to follow the village chief to register, so he asked Qiao Chu to sleep for a while while he prepared breakfast for them.

Qiao Chu shook his head: "I'll try to make breakfast."

Thinking about Qiao Chu practicing in the Immortal Mansion space for so long last night, Chen Qingshan nodded.

As soon as they heard that Qiao Chu was making breakfast, the two men wanted to run away.

Qiao Chu stared at them: "You must eat!"

The two men sat down helplessly, with expressions on their faces as if they were willing to die generously.

Unexpectedly, although the breakfast Qiao Chu made today was not very delicious, it was much better than yesterday's dinner!

The rice porridge is cooked and there is no burnt in the pan!

The dough making process was guided by Chen Qingshan and the cook, one on the left and the other on the right. Following their instructions, Qiao Chu also successfully steamed the steamed buns.

Just blanch the vegetables directly in boiling water and sprinkle them with soy sauce and cooked oil...

Although there was too much soy sauce, Qiao Chu added a bowl of boiling water and successfully turned it into vegetable soup...

While eating a relatively normal meal, the cook and Hu Yanlie almost shed tears... I was scared to death.

Every Monday is a video day.

I made three videos during the day and only had time to code at night.

The first update is here, and there will be a second and third update later.

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