I am not a trainer

In the dojo, the students stood up one after another, still discussing the battle just now.

The door of the back hall was opened, and a man with cold eyes walked out, saying:

"Noisy, what's going on?"

"Senior Brother Qian Wang!"

Lin Sheng had just experienced a disastrous defeat, and was a little depressed. When he heard someone's voice, he raised his head immediately.

However, after seeing the person coming, Lin Sheng said in a daze, "Brother, what's wrong with your mouth?"

The square-faced man's eyes were red, and there were two red, swollen and glowing sausage mouths hanging on his face. His expression was calm and he said vaguely:

"It's okay, it's just that the hot pot made by Master is a bit spicy."

Lin Sheng swallowed his saliva, and said with admiration:

"It's hard for you to try the dishes for the master, senior brother."

"Should be." Qian Wang tried his best not to look tongue-tied: "Did you lose just now?"

Lin Sheng still had lingering fears in his heart, and said in a low voice, "I lost, and I lost badly."

Qian Wang nodded, licking two pieces of sausage mouth, and walked straight in the direction of Luo He and Fu Ming.

the other side.

Luo He just agreed to Fu Ming's invitation to "have dinner together".

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw something strange in Fu Ming's eyes, and then heard a voice calling from behind: "Master."

Luo He turned his head subconsciously, and after seeing the person coming, he was stunned for a moment.

How could there be a western poison Ouyang Feng here?

"Master, I'm done trying the dishes." The square-faced man said with his sausage mouth.

Fu Ming was in a daze for a moment, then said 'ah', and recommended to Luo He:

"This is our Huowei Daoist disciple, Qian Wang, who is the first senior brother among this group of trainee-level students."

"Luo He, wait a moment."

Afterwards, Fu Ming pulled Qian Wang aside and asked hesitantly, "Your mouth?"

"The test dish just now is delicious, but it's too spicy, master."

Qian Wang's eyes were flushed, and he explained the cause of the sausage mouth, saying, "Did you increase the proportion of hot pepper again?"

Sky Pepper, a secondary resource, likes heat and sunshine. The fruit grows soaring into the sky, suitable for fire-type pets. It can enhance the flavor when used in cooking, but humans should not consume too much.

Fu Ming slapped his forehead and said, "I was negligent."

Patronizing to prepare the hot pot base for the nine-section wolf and the purgatory dog, he added too much pepper all of a sudden.

As a fire expert, Fu Ming naturally has enough physique to dissolve capsaicin.

But it is too early for Qian Wang, who is only level 2 in the beast space, to try this spicy hot pot dish.

"Qian Wang, don't be sad, as a teacher, I will teach you more in private." Fu Ming apologized.

With tears in his eyes, Qian Wang silently nodded.

Luo He was listening to the conversation between the old and the young, pondering:

"It's not unreasonable to hope that this money can become a big brother in the dojo."

"Hey~" Xiao Jiu lay on Luo He's shoulder, and glanced at Qian Wang who was in pain.

He looked at Luo He again, hoping that the trainer could make a move.

When Xiaojiu lived in the wild before, he also ate poisonous mushrooms and red peppers, so he could empathize with it.

Luo He was in a good mood and nodded.

It can be solved at will, whether it is a good relationship or a good relationship.

Caressing the space ring on the index finger of his left hand, Luo He took out the bottled milk and handed it to Qian Wang.

Qian Wang was taken aback for a moment, puzzled and asked, "What is this?"

"Honey milk." Luo He pointed to his mouth, "Both honey and milk relieve spicy heat and should help you."

Qian Wang was stunned for a moment, with gratitude in his eyes, he nodded vigorously and said, "Thank you."

He just couldn't stand the spiciness, so he unscrewed the bottle cap and drank it. The sweet milk gradually soothed the burning sensation on the tip of his tongue.

In less than a moment, Qian Wang had finished drinking a bottle of honey milk, then smacked his lips and opened his eyes wide, a little unbelievable.

"It's not spicy anymore?" Qian Wang swallowed tremblingly again, and said pleasantly, "It's really not spicy anymore."

Even Qian Wang's sausage mouth disappeared.

Seeing it, Fu Ming was a little surprised and didn't speak.

"How is this can of milk made? It's really delicious!" Qian Wang's eyes lit up, and he praised without hesitation.

"The raw materials are killer honey and milk flower milk, which are more than enough to relieve the capsaicin in the pepper." Luo He smiled.

Killer honey is rare, but Xiao Jiu can bring back a few pieces of bee cakes through his travel diary every night.

For this basic ingredient, Luo He is quite generous.

Qian Wang opened his mouth.

Killer honey is very precious, but this challenger is so generous in order to help me.

Qian Wang recalled the delicious food just now, silently kept this kindness in his heart, cupped his hands at Luo He, and said:

"Excuse me, who challenged you first?"

"Huh?" Luo He cast his gaze in confusion.

Seeing that Qian Wang was filled with righteous indignation, he said:

"Whoever is so closed-eyed and touches your bad head, I will stab his ass with a knife—to make him open his eyes."

Luo He smiled and said, "I still have to go have dinner with your master, so I'll leave first."

Fu Ming witnessed everything from the side, and became more and more curious about Luo He, and said:

"Luo He, your strength is not in the field of battle, but in breeding, right?"

"My strength lies in my cooking skills." Luo He said.

Fu Ming nodded and said, "The difference between cooking skills and breeding is actually not that big."

Seeing that Fu Ming took the initiative to chat about this topic, Luo He took the opportunity to ask his own questions all along:

"Chef and breeder, what's the difference?"

In fact, Luo He has never understood the relationship between the two.

Obviously these are two kinds of occupations, but the food I cook can be eaten by people, and it can also be used to cultivate pet animals.

Fu Ming explained: "The essential difference between a chef and a breeder is that one cooks for people and the other cooks for pets."

"However, chefs and breeders reach the same goal by different routes. The higher the level, the smaller the difference."

"A high-level breeder is always proficient in cooking. On the contrary, the food prepared by a high-level chef, whether it is human or pet animals, will be accepted with pleasure." Fu Ming said.

Luo He was thoughtful.

No wonder I'm obviously just a cook, but Captain Li always says that I have a talent for breeding.

This is like physics and mathematics, which are two major fields, but after learning, you will find that the two are closely related.

"So, you are both a breeder and a cook?" Luo He asked.

Fu Ming laughed and said: "You can say that, and I'm not boasting, I'm a very good cook."

Luo He's eyes flickered slightly.

It really can't beat you.

But when it comes to cooking, ten of you can't beat me.

"Qian Wang, you must not be full, right? How about going to have dinner with us." Fu Ming said.

The eldest brother was stunned for a moment, his face twisted, he covered his stomach, and said:

"Master, my stomach suddenly hurts."

Fu Ming glanced at it and said, "That's not called stomach."

Qian Wang was taken aback for a moment, and stretched out his hand to walk up and down the stomach: "Where is the stomach?"

"Okay, stop pretending." Fu Ming said, "You can eat non-spicy dishes, and leave the spicy pot for me to eat with Luo He."

Qian Wang was overjoyed, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Master."

The night is getting darker.

Luo He, Fu Ming, and Qian Wang came to the restaurant in the front yard of the dojo together, and walked into the private room.

The interior decoration of the private room is elegant, full of the beauty of Donghuang, and there are precious wooden chairs next to the lacquered round table.

"You guys sit down first, I'll go to the back kitchen, the dishes will be served soon." Fu Ming said.

Sichuan flavor pays attention to hundreds of dishes and flavors, and the taste and cooking techniques are far more than "spicy".

Therefore, Fu Ming is not only good at hot pot, but also has a high attainment in other dishes.

Luo He nodded, glanced at his back, then looked at Qian Wang, and said:

"Is this supposed to be a reservation-only restaurant?"

"Yes." Qian Wang nodded and said, "Master is actually one of the famous chefs in Sichuan, and many guests come here admiringly. And he opened the restaurant not just to make money."

"In the mastery of the fire, the profound meaning of the fire element is contained." Qian Wang said: "This is what the master once mentioned."

Luo He nodded.

This visit is the right place.

It not only answered my confusion, but also tasted Sichuan cuisine, and it is expected that Xiao Jiu can master high-level fire moves.

Half an hour later, the waiter brought several dishes to the table. Famous Sichuan-style dishes such as fish-flavored pork shreds, mapo tofu, and boiled pork slices were on the list.

Qian Wang couldn't help swallowing.

Master does not experiment with new dishes, but cooks his specialty dishes carefully, and they are still quite delicious!

When it was the finale's turn, Fu Ming walked into the private room with the copper hot pot and placed it in the center of the round table.

The copper hot pot exudes white mist and bursts of spicy fragrance. The soup is bright red and the pepper color is attractive. The tofu next to it is white and tender, the green vegetables are juicy, and the lamb is fresh.

Qian Wang looked a little nervous.

"Don't worry, this is not an experimental dish, but a classic spicy hot pot, which ordinary people can eat." Fu Ming said, "Okay, move your chopsticks."

Qian Wang breathed a sigh of relief, quickly picked up the dishes, scooped up a spoonful of Mapo Tofu, blew on the cooling air, and sipped it into his mouth.

The smooth and tender tofu was covered with oily red juice, and the tiny peppercorns gave off a spicy and spicy taste in his mouth. He swallowed this spoonful of mapo tofu, waited for a long time, and exhaled boldly: "It's cool!"

Luo He sandwiched chopsticks fish-flavored shredded pork, salty and slightly spicy, and the tenderloin was smooth and tender, aftertaste for a while, he couldn't help but praise: "Delicious."

There are a few blemishes, but it's pretty good.

Fu Ming showed a smile that he had expected, and said:

"Luo He, try the soup base of my hot pot again, this is the essence of this meal."

Because the chef needs to dabble in all kinds of flavors, Luo He is the type who can eat spicy food.

Luo He nodded, first dipped some red soup with his long chopsticks to taste, and cooked a roll of fat lamb, and tasted it with a spoonful of red soup.

"How does it taste?" Fu Ming smiled triumphantly.

"Delicious." Luo He put down his chopsticks and frowned slightly, "But this hot pot has a big problem."

Qian Wang was taken aback for a moment, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and looked at Luo He in disbelief.

The room was quiet, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

Fu Ming's smile slowly faded away, and through the white air wafting from the hot pot, he said calmly:

"Tell me, what's the problem?"

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