In Song Zixuan's opinion, such a beautiful wok should have been listed in the glass window.

Warm lights illuminate each of its textures clearly.

But at this moment, I still couldn't help but feel excited when I saw it resting on the ground.

Ziyun Iron Wok!

A frying spoon was placed next to the wok.

The fried spoon is more than ten centimeters longer than the ordinary fried spoon, and there are some reliefs on the handle, but due to the distance, Song Zixuan cannot see it for the time being.

There is also a pot lid above the pot spoon. The texture of the pot should be of golden nanmu.

Due to its high polishing, the surface is already glassy, ​​and the natural texture of golden nanmu looks like it is covered with a layer of golden satin, reflecting light.

The purple pot body and the golden lid definitely exudes a sense of nobility, which is a perfect match.

He slowly stepped forward and looked carefully.

The handle of the wok is carved with a dragon pattern relief, with a dragon head on it and a dragon tail on it below, and the dragon body almost coiled around the entire pot.

There are also auspicious clouds surrounding the dragon's body, which are vivid and realistic.

The pot is made of matte. After all, during cooking, the pot body also needs to be eaten to ensure that it is warm and non-stick to the pot.

Qian Bulai thought of all these details and designed them perfectly.

The relief on the fried spoon is also auspicious clouds. The carving is very gentle and there is no sudden angle. It ensures that you will not hurt the chef without slitting.

There are purple cloud iron sheets around and on the top of the pot lid, which is also a good metal embellishment while providing a reinforcement effect.

After reading these details, Song Zixuan became excited uncontrollably.

Then, Song Zixuan looked at Qian Bulai next to him.

I slept so well. Although I didn't snore like thunder, it was still heavy.

Qian Bulai did not react when he entered the house, turned on the lights, and walked over.

Looking at Qian Bulai's broken blanket and a cup with cotton exposed on his body, Song Zixuan felt a little distressed.

Speaking of which, he is considered a descendant of a famous family, but he is so familiar with it.

But no matter what, he helped him a lot, Qian Bulai...he wanted to take care of it.

It wouldn't be a big deal to buy him a house in the early stage. As for work... it depends on whether Qian Bulai is willing or not.

If he wants, Xunfengyuan, Facai Hotel and even Longhui will choose as he chooses.

Then Song Zixuan couldn't help looking at Ziyun Iron Kitchenware again, and I have to say that he loves it so much.

During this period, Song Zixuan's fire control has made rapid progress, and it can basically be said to have reached a level of rapidity.

The competition with Lachiseus was undoubtedly the best test.

But in his opinion, all this depends not only on the ideas that Wang Chengyong came up with, but also on the progress of his own fire control, but also on an important basis.

That is a set of Qingtie kitchenware from Wang Chengyong.

He could clearly feel that due to the special nature of Qingtien kitchen utensils, his fire control became much stronger than the kitchen utensils.

"This is the importance of kitchen utensils."

Indeed, chefs rely on kitchen utensils. A good set of kitchen utensils can take a chef's cooking skills to the next level, and the same is true for fire control.

Thinking of this, he looked at Ziyun Iron Kitchenware, and it was a complete set of Ziyun Iron Kitchenware.

It was hard for him to imagine what would happen if this set of kitchen utensils were used at that time.

In fact, his fight with Lachisius can be considered a crushing style. If it were replaced by Ziyun Iron...

I'm afraid that Rakisius would be unable to resist one move.

Afterwards, Song Zixuan prepared to take Ziyun Tie with him.

But just as he picked up the wok, Qian Bulai suddenly opened his eyes.

"Don't……"

"Hmm?" Song Zixuan was stunned.

Qian Bulai rubbed his sleepy eyes and slowly stood up: "I just made it out for less than a day, don't use it..."

Song Zixuan nodded: "I know."

At this moment, Song Zixuan found that Qian Bulai's eyes were very complicated and even a little crystal clear.

He looked at Ziyun Wok as if... he looked at his own child, slowly feeling love and some worries.

It seemed like she was afraid that Song Zixuan would be bad for the wok.

"Um……"

Qian Bulai crawled forward and touched Ziyun Frying Pan: "Why are you... taking it away?"

"Ah? This is mine!" Song Zixuan said.

Qian Bulai nodded: "Oh...yes, it's yours."

As he spoke, the loss on Qian Bulai's face was very obvious.

"Then I... took it away?"

Song Zixuan also said in a tone of asking for consent.

"Why don't you leave me one more day?" Qian Bulai said.

"what?"

Qian Bulai grabbed the back of his head and smiled silly: "This... I just made it, but it's not hot yet. I want to take a few more glances."

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan laughed.

This guy is really a terrible person. In fact, it can be seen from the pile of broken copper and iron piled up in the corner of the wall.

Qian Bulai still respects his works very much.

I guess his most awesome work in his life should be this set of Ziyun Iron Kitchenware.

It is actually normal to be taken away just like that and it is not acceptable to be left alone.

Thinking of this, Song Zixuan smiled and said, "Qian Bulai, what are your plans in the future?"

Qian Bulai was stunned by the question, after all, he had never thought about this question.

"I don't have any plans, just wait until I die. By the way, if there is good iron, I can play."

At the end of the conversation, a smile appeared on his face, and it was obvious that the ironwork was still exciting to him.

Song Zixuan nodded with a smile: "You are so young and you are waiting to die?"

"Otherwise? I can't do anything, I can't go begging for food, right?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan shook his head and smiled. In fact, compared to... the beggars are better than Qian Bulai.

At least they go out to the streets every day, and eat when they have food. If they are lucky, they will have meat. If they meet a rich man, they will give him a 10,800 yuan or even a hundred yuan bill. That is also a result of hard work.

But Qian Bulai... was about to die at this age, and he really had no future.

I don’t know how the old Qian blacksmith had such a grandson.

"Haha, why can't you do anything? You can't just wipe the table and pass on the dishes?" Song Zixuan said.

In fact, this is obviously because I hope Qian Bulai will go to work and also provide a job.

However, Qian Bulai shook his head: "I'm too lazy to do it, I don't need money, just have to stutter."

"Where do you get the stuttering?"

Qian Bulai shrugged: "It doesn't matter. My gadget can be sold for a few dollars. It's okay to make up for a meal. If you really can't make up for it, just fight it!"

Song Zixuan was so angry that he was so angry that he was so lazy that he was so lazy in the world?

He immediately stood up, walked out with Ziyun kitchen utensils, Qian Bulai immediately shouted, "Hey, can you show me another day?"

"What to look at? It's enough for you to stutter. It's too extravagant to see this."

After saying that, Song Zixuan left.

Qian Bulai was really reluctant to let it go and immediately chased after him.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Don't you just think I'm lazy? Is it because I'm lazy to get in your way?"

Song Zixuan turned his head and said, "It's a hindrance. I'll tell you Qian Bulai, there's no difference between you and if you continue like this."

"This is my business!" Qian Bulai said.

"Yes, this pot is mine, it's my business to show it to you."

"you……"

Song Zixuan exhaled: "Okay, I'll show you a way to work in my hotel. You can see my kitchen utensils every day, but you have to work and can't see them all for a day."

"Do...work?"
To be continued...