Tao Jianqiu looked at Qiao Yi who was helpless in Du Zhiyuan's middle finger and sighed that this boss was really majestic.

Think about it, a salted fish...how can he be majestic?

He could already guess Qiao Yi's subsequent behavior.

As expected.

"Don't think I'll forget if I run away. You guys promised to give someone food and accommodation for three days without authorization. The money will be deducted from your salary!"

After Qiao Yi muttered this, he moved his fins and walked back to the chair and lay down, continuing to bask in the sun.

Tao Jianqiu discovered a detail, that is, he turned over this time, with his back facing up.

Naturally, Yi Zhengping would not give up like this. He followed him directly to the kitchen and stuck to Du Zhiyuan like a sticky grass seed.

"Please accept me as your disciple! I want to learn sword!"

"Get out!" Du Zhiyuan shook his legs in disgust, but unfortunately he didn't shake them off. "I'm a chef, so I don't teach the sword."

"Please~"

"Hey, don't blame me for not warning you. If I stick to you, I will pickle you!"

Yi Zhengping was shocked and curled up in a ball while covering his crotch: "This doesn't work, I'm the only one in our family, I have to pass on the family line."

Du Zhiyuan: “…”

It turns out that the Spanish word "pickle" and "embroidery" are also pronunciations.

Tao Jianqiu followed in and happened to see this scene. He hurriedly stepped forward and helped Yi Zhengping up: "Little brother, you are useless like this. Why don't you go and see your crane first? You can't be anxious about getting a disciple."

"By the way!" Yi Zhengping then remembered his crane, "Yanran!"

He quickly ran out again.

Du Zhiyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and said to Tao Jianqiu: "Thank you, if this continues, I can't help but chop people."

Tao Jianqiu smiled and said nothing.

...

Yi Zhengping ran to the deck and found that Yan Yun Songzi had already dealt with Xianhe's injuries.

Qiao Yi, who was standing beside him, felt a little distressed: "This medicine is very expensive. Hey, boy, this is not considered in the food and accommodation. You have to pay."

Yi Zhengping said pitifully: "I really have no money, and the only heirloom of the family heirloom has been cheated away by you."

"What is a pit? It's a change of your life, you're a big profit," Qiao Yi thought for a while, and suddenly had an idea, "By the way, aren't you going to become a disciple? With his belly's personality, he will definitely not accept you. Why don't I help you with an idea?"

Yi Zhengping was happy when he heard this. Although he subconsciously felt that Qiao Yi was not at ease, his desire for learning swords made him ignore this: "What's the idea?"

"He will definitely not teach you how to learn swords. You might as well learn how to cook with him, right?" Qiao Yi said, "The swordsmanship of the belly has been perfectly integrated into his sword skills. If you can learn his sword skills, it basically means you have learned his sword skills."

Yi Zhengping looked shocked: "Is this OK?"

However, he was also a family of Sword Saints. Although he had declined, he heard from his father when he was a child that the top masters of swordsmanship often learn from each other and have made great achievements in some aspects.

The most obvious example is the ancestor of their Feng family, the swordsman, who is actually a sculptor.

His father also learned calligraphy in order to practice swordsmanship. Unfortunately, his qualifications were limited and useless, so he was killed by Black Panther in the end.

Thinking of this, Yi Zhengping suddenly felt that Qiao Yi's proposal was very confusing.

"But... sir, will he refuse to accept me?"

"This won't happen!" Qiao Yi said, "It's his business to accept swordsman apprentices, but it's my decision to recruit kitchen helpers. As long as I speak, he is not qualified to object."

"Really?" Yi Zhengping said happily.

In fact, Qiao Yi's operation of eating a sword and spitting a kitchen knife has made Yi Zhengping feel very mysterious, so his words are still a bit convincing.

"Of course it's true. I never lie," Qiao Yi patted his chest and said, "It just so happens that there is a shortage of an apprentice in the kitchen. From now on, you will learn to cook with your stomach, including food and accommodation. If you have a salary, you will get one silver stone every month. Then my medicine price is about 1,000 gold stone, which means you can pay it off after working for 100,000 months."

(Although you can set the other world for 18 months a year, for the sake of reading convenience, you will not do such extra operations. The other world is still calculated as 12 months a year and 365 days a year)

"But..." Yi Zhengping said, "I can get 3 gold and mysterious stones a month when I am a mountain patrol disciple in Xuanlan Sect. Is your salary a little low?"

"Is this a problem of wages?" Qiao Yi slapped the chair and said, "Your vision is only a little bit. Could you really be an apprentice for wages? How valuable do you think is the swordsmanship that can learn the belly? Is this comparable to one or two gold and black stones?"

When Yi Zhengping heard this, he realized it immediately: "Yes, you are right. How could he learn such a peerless sword technique be compared with a very fast Jin Xuan Stone? I understand!"

"Just understand," Qiao Yi nodded with satisfaction, "You can teach me. Remember to work hard in the future and try to ask me to give you a raise. Now go to the kitchen to mop the floor."

"Okay!" Yi Zhengping immediately ran to the kitchen happily, and the crane that was falling from him lay on the deck and rolled his eyes, as if he was silently complaining about his IQ.

Yan Yun Songzi said to Qiao Yi in the tone of Google Girl: "Boss, you are lying to work for free again."

"How can I say it's a fraud?" Qiao Yi stared into Songzi's eyes and said sincerely, "I'm giving a dreamer a chance. How great is it. Maybe he will come to thank me in the future."

As soon as he said that, Yi Zhengping hurriedly ran back and bowed to Qiao Yi: "Thank you, boss! I will work hard!"

"Look." Qiao Yi shrugged, with an expression of "What else do I have to say more?"

Yan Yun Songzi was indifferent to this and continued to pick up the mop and mop the floor. She muttered: "The sun is still wearing sunglasses when it is set, and IQ is a problem."

After a while, someone came out again.

This time, Du Zhiyuan came, and he came to Qiao Yi angrily with a white kitchen knife: "Boss Dog, you cheat me!"

"How can this be called a pit?" Qiao Yi squinted his eyes and said lazily, "I am the boss, can't I recruit a kitchen apprentice?"

"Don't give me an official accent, I'm too lazy to teach that guy's swordsmanship anyway." Du Zhiyuan stared at Qiao Yi's butt, and the kitchen knife in his hand was about to move, probably because he wanted to do a sashimi.

Qiao Yi's fish tail shook for a moment and continued, "It's your business whether to teach or not, so I'm too lazy to care, but you have to teach him how to cook, just like before."

When I was playing games, there were more than these people in the restaurant. However, most of them were announced that the server was closed and they were still left behind.

Of course, Du Zhiyuan would not be the only chef in the restaurant. In fact, he only cooks 8 dishes a day, and he has to auction in the game to get the qualification to taste.

Other ordinary guests eat the dishes made by chef apprentices. Du Zhiyuan is like an emperor in the kitchen. If he gives advice occasionally, he will make those players feel that he has made millions.

Qiao Yi is very particular about money. Since Du Zhiyuan's dishes are priced, they will never change. The prices of these dozens or hundreds of gold and black stones are obviously not affordable to ordinary people, so it is necessary to have an apprentice to satisfy the low-end market.

After hearing Qiao Yi say this, Du Zhiyuan has no objection: "I'm afraid he can't endure hardship."

"I think this guy is pretty naughty and must be particularly hard-working." Qiao Yi said with a smile.

"It's up to you." Du Zhiyuan turned around and returned to the kitchen.

Qiao Yi continued to lie on the chair and bask in the stars, muttering: "When the cook has it, the waiter has to add it. There are pine nuts for male customers, but for female customers... Xiao Tao is not handsome enough, less than one-third of mine."

"Ah snee!" Tao Jianqiu, who was helping to sort out the ingredients in the kitchen, suddenly ran to the corner and sneeze, "What's going on? Who is talking about me behind the scenes?"

"Who else?" Du Zhiyuan said while peeling potatoes, "It must be the dog boss who is plotting against you."

"No..." Tao Jianqiu felt a chill behind him.

...

The next morning, the people on the boat gathered together for breakfast.

Qiao Yi, Yan Yun Songzi, Du Zhiyuan, Tao Jianqiu, Yi Zhengping and two guests Wu Jiumei and Tian Zhongying.

The breakfast was naturally made by Du Zhiyuan, and his eight dishes a day do not include staff meals.

Wu Jiumei and Tian Zhongying benefited from it. After all, it is a special period, and many restaurants are not on the right track, so they are not so particular.

"Hey, Lao Tian, ​​are you in good health?" Qiao Yi took the white porridge handed over by Yan Yun Songzi and said to Tian Zhongying.

Tian Zhongying touched his head with a few strands of white hair and smiled and said, "Nothing is better than now. When I woke up this morning, I only felt refreshed. The past 100 years have been like living in vain."

Qiao Yi gave a thumbs up: "You are awesome, you have been practicing the mysterious energy for a hundred years and you will be useless. There is no one else in this mentality."

"Boss, stop praising me," Wu Jiumei looked sad. "I used to think he had a straightforward personality, but now I know that this is simply an IQ fee, and that's half a step away from entering the Xuan Realm. I feel like I have picked up a mysterious ticket of 1 million yuan, but I haven't withdrawn the money yet. People told me that the bank had closed down."

"Hiss--You said this, it feels quite hurt." Qiao Yi felt very empathetic when he used the money as an analogy.

"But after all, you are just talking about it yourself," Du Zhiyuan finished the fight, "If you don't say it, he won't do that."

Wu Jiumei opened her mouth, speechless.

Qiao Yi asked at this time: "Oh, I said Lao Tian is like this now, why are you still staying by his side? Shouldn't a person in the devil be kicked away without any use? "

Wu Jiumei's face changed when she heard this, and her eyes began to float: "Of course, this kind of useless old man will generally have to get rid of it."

Tian Zhongying, who had just squeezed a spring roll into his mouth, instantly frozen in his movements. He looked at Wu Jiumei, his expression looked like a dog that was about to be abandoned by his master.
Chapter completed!