"Cook?"

Village Bingjia saw Jiang Ping skillfully setting up a fire at the door, and shouted to him very regularly:

"Please give me some water, I may not bring enough."

"Is it them?"

The village soldiers suddenly realized.

It is rumored that a strange cook suddenly appeared nearby in the past six months. He doesn't have to pay for cooking for others, and he also brings his own ingredients and gives them free of charge to everyone.

At first, everyone didn't dare to eat, afraid of problems.

But the chef would leave after he finished cooking, and seemed to be unwilling to care about how everyone dealt with his dishes.

Then……

Everyone who has eaten the ingredient he made is really delicious.

It’s a pity that this chef never stays at the same place for more than three.

Even if someone Zeng Sheng tried to keep him, he offered a high price for three wives, the chef was not moved.

The wife of the family next to the village Bingjia just came back from her parents' home. She had the honor of meeting this mysterious cook at her parents' home and also tasted the dishes he cooked.

The taste was almost greedy under the adjective of the wife next door's not very beautiful. She almost ate the village soldier so much that she hurried home and ate two more steamed buns and drank a large bowl of well water.

As he thought about it, the village soldier unconsciously secreted saliva from his mouth and swallowed hard:

"Okay, I'll get you water right away!"

"You're crazy, do you know who they are?"

Village soldier Yi stopped the road.

Village soldier armor looked like a wise man and laughed at him:

"You are not thinking about how beautiful the dishes made by that weird chef are. Now that they are here, why don't you recognize them?"

Village Bingyi then suddenly realized: "It's them."

Thinking of the legend of those delicious food, I feel that the person who is making the craftsmanship seems to be shining.

"I'll go and notify the village chief now and get water."

"You're sensible."

Village soldier has gained great IQ advantage

The village chief came very quickly, and dozens of people followed him at the same time.

"It's him?"

The village chief looked down and observed secretly.

Village Bingjia nodded and secretly glared at Village Bingyi. There were so many people coming, and he could only eat a few later.

The village chief grabbed his beard and said:

"This guy is such a weird chef. Why don't we open the door to welcome him?"

"Missar must not be impulsive."

Someone later said:

"Recently, I heard that several villages were deceived by fake weird chefs and opened the village gate, and then rushed in by horse thieves lying behind, burning, killing, robbing, and losing a lot of money.

We have the heart, too.

Not long ago, the Feng Tuo sent us a blackmail letter asking us to hand over 100,000 kilograms of grain and fifty women.

In a blink of an eye, this strange chef came to our village.

I think they are bad people!”

The village chief nodded: "It makes sense, let's take a look."

Only then did Village Bingjia realize that these people were not all here to compete with him for food, but also the intention of being on guard against horse thieves.

As time goes by, the fragrance below becomes stronger and stronger.

Village Bingjia swallowed:

"Missary Chief, I think this strange chef is not fake. If you don't eat this dish while you are eating it, it will be cold and not delicious."

"How about this, don't open the door and let me go. I'll be a pioneer for everyone. Anyway, I'm a bachelor, so I'm not afraid of sacrificing for the village."

Gu Long!

If you don’t have this saliva, everyone will definitely be moved.

The village chief agreed to the spot and nodded: "It's really going to be cold."

Then he reacted and glared at the village soldiers:

"It's time, I'm still thinking about eating. Everyone, be careful. I'm the village chief, and I'm the first to sacrifice for the village!"

Then he jumped down.

...

Jiang Ping was very fast, and he set off a fire to cook a pot, add oil, add ingredients, stir-fry, and add seasonings. The process was very familiar.

But the same process will be done by different chefs and will get different flavors.

Obviously, Jiang Ping is the best among them.

Pour the prepared dishes directly on the spread lotus leaves.

The plate is fragile and expensive. After Jiang Ping tried it a few times, he decisively used the leaves.

Lotus leaves and banana leaves are all excellent tableware and look full of primitive style.

The village chief was also a warrior. He jumped directly from the village gate, stirring up a burst of dust on the ground.

Lao Qiu coughed lightly next to him, and a breeze blew in the opposite direction, blowing back the dust that had just been raised, without contaminating the dishes on the ground.

When the village chief noticed this, he felt even more worried and did not dare to be careless.

He stared at Jiang Ping with bright eyes and asked:

"You are the weird chef?"

Jiang Ping ignored him and continued to fight against the last few dishes.

He has to cook fifty dishes at a time.

Qiu Daoyu coughed twice, attracting the village chief’s attention:

"What is the difference between yes and no? These dishes are left here, whether to eat or not, and it is also your own choice."

The village chief suddenly felt so profound that he stood beside him obediently, waiting for Jiang Ping to prepare the dishes.

A quarter of an hour later, fifty dishes were completed, and the ingredients brought on the ox cart were consumed almost the same.

Jiang Ping was about to leave in a mysterious way and maintain a noble and decent manner.

I heard a shout of killing coming from afar.

"Horse bandits! Enemy attack!"

Village Bing, who was standing on the watchtower, shouted loudly, and at the same time, he tried hard to ring a bell on the stage to remind the villagers.

The dust was flying in front of him, and among the flying sand, tall horses rushed out of the picture. They waved scimitars on the horses' backs, with perverted smiles on their faces, and rushed towards them with strange screams.

Their speed was extremely fast, and they rushed over within a few breaths of distances of hundreds of meters.

The village chief was a little panicked, but he still loudly reminded the villagers at the village gate and said:

"Don't worry about me, guard the village gate tightly, they can't attack!"

After that, he grabbed a piece of chicken on the lotus leaf with great speed, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it a few times.

In order to stutter like this, it seems that I have to pay myself for it.

When the village chief thought about this, he felt that it was a loss, so he quickly grabbed it a few more times, stuffed his mouth full, and chewed it while saying to Jiang Ping:

"Wuwu, it's so delicious! They are Wuwu, Fengji, you have to be honest."

Seeing that his achievements were one, Jiang Ping couldn't help but look at the thick and bold village chief in front of him with a beard.

Although he looks a little naive, his recognition of food makes him respect it.

So he pulled Qiu Daoyu back and left the scene of this performance to the hero's village chief.

Hundreds of horse bandits stopped at about 80 meters at the gate of the village.

This distance can be advanced and attacked and retreated and defended, which makes it very uncomfortable for the villagers who are aiming at the bow and arrow in secret.

"Is the food and women ready?"

In front of the bandit, a very young and arrogant bandit raised his machete and asked the village chief.

The village chief wiped the oil from his mouth and replied loudly:

"I want to steal food and women from our village and have your fucking dream!"
Chapter completed!