After sitting in the lobby for a long time, it was not until more than an hour passed that Chu Heng gradually accepted this fact and came to the so-called high-end room by the waiter's greeting.

The bead curtains and jade hang horizontally, the tables, chairs and benches are all available, and the tea, water and wine are located on both sides of the east and west. The ancient style decoration is as beautiful as a painting scroll, and the simplicity and elegant atmosphere lingers around, as if it has returned to the ancient times.

Lying on the soft and skin-friendly bed, Chu Heng stared at the beams between the rooms, his limbs relaxed, and his expression was a little sad: "It's true. Without strength, no matter how good his disciple is, he is someone else's. He can make his efforts waste in one sentence."

"Picture a cake to satisfy hunger is like drinking poison to quench thirst. It is impossible to reach the end of the world. How can things in the pool break through the constraints!"

After mocking himself, Chu Heng no longer struggled: "I was born with nothing, so why bother with fame, fortune and wealth!"

Gradually he fell asleep, and this time he slept very peacefully and comfortably. The feeling of not seeing him for a long time finally came back, but he was hard to come by. When he woke up, it was already three minutes later, he could hear some conversation downstairs and communicated in a mess, as if he was in a downtown area, and he couldn't sleep even after tossing and turning.

"I got up so early, so I can't let you sleep!" Chu Heng couldn't help but feel a little depressed and frustrated. He tidied up his clothes and dressed smoothly. He opened the window and saw a lively scene in his eyes through the warm sunshine.

Soon after, a knock on the door sounded, Chu Heng frowned and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Isn't it agreed that the twilight moment, noon has not passed yet, so Is it necessary to be so anxious?"

He walked over indignantly and opened the door. Chu Heng realized that he had misunderstood. It turned out that he was a waiter. He was still holding some dishes in his hand, which was no worse than what he enjoyed last night. He asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Young master, the villain is here to deliver food to you. You didn't come out to enjoy it in the morning and dare not disturb you. You have already delivered it to you at noon. Please use it slowly." The waiter said politely. Although he didn't know what Chu Heng had to do with the Prince of Beihe, it was always right to maintain good etiquette. After all, no one knew when Chu Heng would become successful. That was to prepare for the future. It was much better to provide timely help than to add icing on the cake.

"Haha, I'm so kind, thank you." Chu Heng asked him to enter the door and said with a faint smile: "If you have time, let's eat together."

"No need, the villain has to go to other places to work hard. Please use it slowly, and just say hello if you have something to do." The waiter refused politely. After putting the dishes, he stepped out and closed the door for Chu Heng.

"When will I become a young master?" Chu Heng did not argue with this, knowing that it was all he could benefit from. Without the face of Mr. Beihe, he was not as good as a beggar. The waiter would not look at him more, let alone serve himself with delicious food so politely.

They are all a bunch of unknown dishes. Even ordinary dishes are not the names that Chu Heng can name. With the idea of ​​not being able to eat and satisfying hunger, they don’t care what materials they are made of. They swallow them like wind and clouds, and they are full of relish and have a lot of oil.

As he was eating, Chu Heng stopped, and a light of inspiration appeared in his mind. A smile arose. He looked at the empty plate in front of him and said, "If I could cook, wouldn't I be able to cook every day? Where would I use it for inns? The price is too expensive and the loss is too big. It's just blood-sucking."

"If I could open an inn, wouldn't I be waiting to collect money and keep flowing into my pockets, and I'm afraid there is no funding for traveling far away?" I thought, other abilities are still questionable, but imitation ability is born and a skill, a skill that allows me to survive. Others can open inns to make money, so I can move them over. Who can do this by doing it?

Start-up funding is a problem, and rental places are also a problem. Asking for people to cooperate, promoting characteristics, etc. is still a problem. After thinking about it, it is a lot of problems. It is indeed difficult to do business. It is better to block the road and robbery quickly. However, the strength is low, and improving one's own strength is still a problem.

"It's hard to do good people, it's hard to do bad people!" In just a moment, Chu Heng eliminated the idea of ​​blocking the road and robbing. He is so poor that he can't start this idea at all. It's unrealistic. It's better not to think about it.

"It seems that I still have to go to the wilderness. Maybe I have good luck and can dig up some elixirs to sell. Take this opportunity to make money until I can open an inn." My future is not a dream, and my heart is moving with hope. Chu Heng is still quite optimistic. It is not impossible to regard this situation as a tempering of will: "The deserted people are just suitable for me to live in. Learn how to cook food and barbecue skills. Even if I am poor, I will not starve myself to death."

Thinking of the beginning of my place, I was embarrassed to see my happiness. I didn’t see any of the saints of the demon clan, the Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl, and so on. I just saw that I was very down and wanted to be a down and out chef.

"Why am I so stupid? I have eaten twice. I still don't know what ingredients are made of the dishes on this table, nor do I know how they are cooked. Am I really not suitable to continue living in the fairy world, and only suitable to be an ordinary person with peace of mind?" Chu Heng couldn't help but blame himself. He didn't know anything and had no skills. He couldn't find a job in the fairy world. Even if it was a job to sweep the floor, he probably couldn't apply for a job, and he had a little doubt about himself.

Other protagonists have achieved success in the fairy world. They either get married and have children, have high positions and are either talented or have extraordinary combat power. No matter how bad they are, they have a place to stay. They can't live like themselves and can only rely on others to help them.

Chu Heng couldn't help but sigh, and said, "I'm afraid he is the worst protagonist. He can't do anything, and he will be disliked wherever he goes. He is just like a beggar, and he can't live a happy life at all."

When your cultivation level is high, you must learn the style of a hero, block the road and fight a robbery, take the opportunity to recruit soldiers, choose a place as the base for your own strength, and develop with the classic strategy of Chinese civilization, surround the city in the countryside and radiate it out, which will definitely be a huge profit.

"Alchemist? By the way, it's an alchemist. I want to become an alchemist, a master of pills that thousands of people admire. At that time, I will definitely have a lot of money. Are you afraid of sleeping in the open?" Chu Heng continued to think about it according to the routine of Xianxia novels, and suddenly remembered that in fact, an alchemist is one of the most profitable professions, much more valuable than a down-and-out chef.
Chapter completed!