Kitchen Xiuzhen

"Congratulations, Mr. Luo!"

On the way back to Xueyue City, Ye Litian rode in the wind and looked at Luo Xiu with an envious look.

"Where does Hi come from?"

"The Lord Nie Dian is the master of leaving the state. He can invite you to participate in the Haizhen Festival. He is absolutely optimistic about you!"

Ye Litian said, but Luo Xiu shook his head: "What he sees is the identity behind me. I guess ... he wants to lead a snake out of the hole?"

The Haizhen Festival is just a gimmick. Nie Xuankong hit Luo Xiu's "Master" idea.

He wanted to take this opportunity to lead the people behind Luo Xiu out. After all, Luo Xiu's cooking skills were so good. Those who trained him were by no means a casual generation.

"These old foxes, I don't know what they're thinking?"

Luo Xiu smiled coldly, no matter how good he was, he still had some control.

What looks like Ye Litian is a hot-tempered old guy.

"That's it!"

Ye Litian secretly glanced at Luo Xiu, and said slightly: "The master of Na Luo's shopkeeper is really in Jiuzhong Building?"

"No comment!"

Snapped!

Luo Xi suddenly pumped the windy buttocks, and the wind was sore and painful, and the speed soared to the extreme, leaving Ye Litian, who was eating soil behind him.

"Treasurer, wait for my husband!"

Ye Litian's depression, he still has something to discuss with Luo Xiu!

"Xuan Chen's talent is better than mine. Staying in Shi Ji Zong will only bury his talent. In my life, I think that the sacred hand can not break through, and the limit can only be a hundred years old ... I want him to follow Luo Treasurer, I don't know ... "

After Ye Litian caught up, there was a plea on his face.

"Follow me, let's start with the basics. I want him to be responsible for the ink and ink champs and serve as the chef, but-"

Luo Xiu looked at Li Xuanchen who was silent: "You have to listen to me. Except for cooking time, the rest of the time, practice the basics of knives and techniques. When will I be qualified? I will transfer you back to Jiuzhonglou!

"You now, but you can't be my chef!"

Luo Xiu's words, Ye Litian obviously scoffed before letting go.

Now, he was grateful that Dade was too late.

"Yes, chef!"

Li Xuanchen was also grateful. The Sanzong Huiyuan witnessed Luo Xiu's cooking strength with his own eyes.

It was definitely the existence that made him look up. Although he was not following Luo Xiu's body, how dare he disobey Luo Xiu's suggestion.

"That's it!"

The three men laughed along the way, galloping towards Xueyue City.

...

On the other side, the nephew Li Zhenghe and Li Xinghe uncle rushed towards the pasta sect.

No way.

Noodle pasta is located in the deep mountains of Canglan House.

Overlooking the mountains, the "Wu Haifeng" where noodles are located appears arrogant and towering, with huge layers of clouds surrounding the peaks, ethereal like a fairyland.

The mountain peaks are more like dyed with green, green everywhere.

But even among these steep peaks, there is a building that traverses it. It seems very small among the peaks, but no one can be underestimated.

Noodle restaurant, where the noodle ancestors are located!

This building is Li Ruohai's residence, and people can feel a sense of suffocating oppression before they are close.

In the gate of Zongmen across the seven mountains in the hinterland, countless young cooks and spiritual chefs are honing their cooking skills, or growing spiritual vegetables and captive monsters.

This is one of the three main gates known for leaving the state-pasta school.

Mianzu Li Ruohai was born 50 years ago with one hand, and founded the huge gate here.

Although there is nothing comparable to the centuries-old ancestors such as the Jiji Sect and the Spirit Vegetable Sect, it has the largest number of the three sects, and there are even five elders above the first sage.

"The elder--"

Seeing Li Zhenghe and Li Xinghe coming to Nianzu's noodle restaurant, a few cooks guarding in front of the door immediately bowed.

"Did my father go out?"

Li Zhenghe looked at one of the chefs with a serious face, and the chef Lei shook his head: "Adult ancestor and second elder entered the small secret place before half a month ago, and they have not yet come out!"

"Not yet out of customs ?!"

Li Zhenghe's brow froze, his face became more and more embarrassed: "Forget it, I went into the mystery in person to find it!"

"Xinghe, let's go down ... This time the three sects failed, it's not your fault. Don't take it to heart!"

Li Zhenghe said, but the two chefs on the side looked up: "The three ancestors lost?"

"Well, it's a long story, I'll see my father first!"

Then, Li Zhenghe stepped into the inner layer of the noodle restaurant.

"Hahahaha ... Zhengliu, this time cultivated Dibaoling Valley, thanks to your research!"

The moment Li Zhenghe stepped into the middle, a loud voice spread suddenly, Li Zhenghe's face couldn't help exulting: "Father!"

"Oh, Zhenghe? Come back!"

Huh!

A shirtless old man stepped out of the room.

The old man had a curly knot, a scar on his cheek, his eyes gleaming, and a wild breath exuded all over his body.

This is the noodle ancestor patriarch Li Ruohai who is well known in the world.

And beside him was an extraordinary middle-aged man, water mist and creatures bred around him. After seeing Li Xinghe outside the door, he couldn't help coming in, respectfully said: "Grandpa, father!"

Middle-aged scribe is the father of Li Xinghe. Pasta Zongxiu is the highest spiritual master Li Zhengliu, and is also Li Zhenghe's brother!

Pasta Zongzong was less than 50 years old, so most of Zongmen's high positions were controlled by Li's family.

"Xinghe, what happened to the Sanzong Huiyuan?"

Li Zhengliu looked at the son with high hopes in Zongmen, but Li Xinghe's expression was a bit bitter, and he shook his head: "Lose it, bottom!"

"Oh?"

Face ancestor's expression flashed a little surprise.

The original ecstatic look also converged: "Xinghe, you missed?"

"No, father, this is exactly what I am going to tell you. This time the three congregations have changed a lot!"

Li Zhenghe looked at his father and second brother, and recounted the passing of Hailin's secret realm today and the two in detail.

"Seventh-order spiritual meal?"

Li Ruohai's eyes stared.

"Well, I'm not as good as anyone, but the kid didn't say anything, saying his father's face was blasphemy!"

Li Zhenghe gritted his teeth and was full of anger.

Li Ruohai's expression didn't show any change, but Li Zhengliu snorted aloud: "The pasta sect of our pasta cannot be judged by a hairy boy!"

"But this one is prepared, it must be a strong backing!"

Li Zhengliu groaned slightly: "Father, will this be the year--"

"will not!"

As soon as Li Ruohai's hand stretched out, he signaled that Li Zhengliu didn't need to say any more: "He really defeated the noodles you prepared with the white fierce fangs and the Shenhai giant spirit beast only by relying on his noodles?"

Li Ruohai suddenly looked dignified and looked at Li Zhenghe.

"Yes!"

Li Zhenghe froze, then nodded immediately.

"Yes, father, he also said ... ten days later, we will come to our pasta ancestors and ask your elderly for some pastry skills!"

Li Zhenghe held his head up, but Li Zhengliu's expression on the side was a little surprised: "This boy, how dare to say such a rebellious thing?"

"Yes, father, I heard it myself!"

Li Xinghe echoed, Li Zonghai's face turned cloudy and uncertain.

For the first time, the three saw Li Ruohai's expression.

"Let him come, and leave him, regardless of victory or defeat!"

Li Ruohai flicked his sleeves, his expression was full of determination.

"But, father ... when the tower is over, it's possible that Nie Xuankong of the temple will come over ... Besides the kid's back?"

Li Zhenghe couldn't help but say.

"Anyway!"

However, Li Ruohai waved his hand: "They won't say anything, a kid with no background will kill if he kills!"

"but--"

Li Zhenghe also wanted to say a few words. In case Luo Xiu was killed, the people behind him were angry? !!

"Nothing!"

Li Ruohai said indifferently, the scar on his face looked extremely embarrassed: "We pasta ancestors, the face is the foundation, but also the root; this person, if you dare to move our foundation, then kill!

After that, Li Ruohai's body ... have been hidden inside.

"Hey!"

Li Zhengliu and Li Zhenghe looked at each other, and sighed slightly.

Why didn't they understand that the pasta of Luo Xiu really touched the best interests of the pasta sect.