I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Chapter 209 Kitchen Killer Plan and Jade

Yan Ping glanced at the steamed bread in Ji Heyu's hand and let out a light click of the tongue.

"Can't eat anymore?"

Before this, Yu Tianhong took some time out to prepare a bunch of instant steamed buns and put them in a storage bag for anyone who was hungry to eat.

Ji Heyu has been eating steamed corn bread for three days in a row!

He deadpanned, "Why don't you eat if you can?"

Yan Ping glanced at him and said, "Then don't eat it."

Although the Danhua realm cannot yet be free from grains, it is still possible to go without food for a period of time.

Yan Ping said as he walked to the door frame and leaned against it, with a look of disgust on his face.

"If you want to eat it, just make it yourself."

"Besides, you are an elder, and you ask the younger generation to cook for you every day. Don't you think it's embarrassing?"

Ji Heyu argued confidently, "Which young master from a noble family can cook?"

Yan Ping took a sip of the hot water and said lazily.

"A young master from an aristocratic family who was sold out by his own family?"

Ji Heyu's heart sank, "He is also a young master from an aristocratic family!"

Yan Ping tutted at him, "You're a piece of trash who can't even cook."

Ji Heyu: “…”

He put the steamed bread on the table very straightforwardly and asked, "Can you do it?"

Yan Ping smiled slightly, "Guess?"

Ji Heyu sneered, "I guess you don't know how to do it. If you have the ability, try cooking a dish."

Poor provocation.

Yan Ping glanced at him and sneered.

He turned back to his room and slammed the door shut.

"dream."

Ji Heyu looked at Yan Ping's closed door.

His eyes moved to the stove, and then to the storage bag next to the stove.

Ji Heyu gritted his teeth, stood up and walked towards the stove.

"It's just cooking, I can do that too!"

Based on his previous experience of watching Yu Tianhong cook, Ji Heyu took out the rice and flour with a serious expression.

Strictly follow Yu Tianhong's cooking steps and wash the rice before putting it into the pot.

Then comes the ignition.

Ji Heyu raised his hand and called for some firewood, stuffed them all into the stove, then used his spiritual power to light the fire and start cooking the rice.

Ji Heyu smiled with satisfaction, "It's really simple."

He turned around and started washing the vegetables.

The green and juicy cabbages looked more appetizing than steamed corn bread. Ji and Yu happily washed them one by one.

He didn't notice the fire in the stove growing bigger and bigger.

After washing the cabbage, there was a faint smell of burnt food, but Ji Heyu didn't care and rummaged through the storage bag.

The smell of paste gradually became stronger. Ji Heyu frowned and looked in the direction where the smell came from.

Black smoke has started to come out of the cooking pot.

Ji Heyu's expression froze.

He finally remembered his meal.

Without even having time to put down the storage bag in his hand, Ji Heyu flashed directly to the side of the stove, lifted the lid and took a look.

Ji Heyu: “…”

The rice that should have been white and tender turned into charcoal.

"It shouldn't be."

Yan Ping in the room turned over expressionlessly, casting down a spiritual barrier to block out the burnt smell.

During the next half hour, a bang could be heard from time to time in the yard.

Yan Ping was lying on the bed, getting annoyed by what he was listening to, so he raised his hand and released another soundproof aura shield.

His ears were quiet, and Yan Ping turned over and continued to sleep.

But after a while, the bed suddenly began to tremble slightly.

Yan Ping opened his eyes unable to bear it any longer. The beams above his head were shaking, and the ornaments hanging on the wooden house were also swaying slightly.

He felt his eyelids twitching, and just as he sat up, a piece of wood chips fell where he had been lying before.

Yan Ping took a deep breath and waved away the soundproofing spiritual shield, then he heard an explosion accompanied by a strange smell.

Yan Ping: “…”

Ji Heyu is cooking, not fighting with others, right? ?

It's just a meal, is it necessary?

Yan Ping pulled a thick coat from the side and walked out with an expressionless face.

When he opened the door, he saw that the originally flat yard was now in a mess, with stove fragments everywhere.

And a big hole appeared where the stove originally was.

Yan Ping: “…”

Ji Heyu was standing at the edge of the pit, holding a big pot in his hands.

He looked a little disheveled, with a lot of dust on his clothes.

Ji Heyu saw Yan Ping's gloomy eyes, quietly threw the pot aside, and smiled awkwardly, "It's an accident, it's really an accident."

Yan Ping pointed at the yard and snorted.

"Accident?"

"You almost razed this yard to the ground, and you call this an accident?"

Ji Heyu felt a little guilty at first, but since he had been seen, he was silent for a while and then spoke with confidence.

"Who told you not to cook?"

Yan Ping's eyebrows twitched. In the past, he was the only one who had to pass the blame, but now Ji Heyu actually wanted to put the blame on him.

He sneered and spoke without mercy.

"Are you going to say that I didn't cook, and then you did it yourself, and you blew up the stove?"

"You are already in your forties, and you still have the nerve to blame me?"

Ji Heyu: “…”

Ji Heyu touched his nose and corrected himself, “For a cultivator, several dozen years old is still very young.”

Yan Ping continued to sneer, "She is the same age as you, but she already has two daughters."

Ji Heyu: “…”

Too heartbreaking.

Ji Heyu simply gave up, found a stone to sit on, and said nothing.

Yan Ping looked at the wooden house where Wen Ye was. There was a piece of talisman paper emitting a brilliant light that protected the entire house. The big noise made by Ji Heyu just now did not startle him.

But looking at the messy scene in the yard, and then looking at Ji Heyu's attitude of letting you scold me, a bad feeling came over me.

Yan Ping took a deep breath, kicked the things next to the door away, and spoke expressionlessly.

"Clean up the yard."

"I'll cook later."

Ji Heyu moved a little, and looked up at him suspiciously, "Really?"

Yan Ping didn't look at him. He went back into the room and slammed the door again.

"Call me when you're done."

Although Ji Heyu was hurt twice, he finally got the opportunity to improve his food.

He moved at an extraordinary speed. In less than half an incense stick of time, he came to knock on Yan Ping's door, his voice eager.

"Yan Ping, it's ready."

Yan Ping opened the door. He had changed into clothes that were convenient for movement and his hair was tied behind his head. He looked neat and tidy.

He ignored Ji Heyu at the door with an expressionless face and walked towards the original location of the stove.

The stove that had been blown apart has been repaired, and even the pots have been washed clean.

Yan Ping: “…”

If he was not mistaken, the pot seemed to be a little thin.

He took a look at the things in the storage bag, and the first thing that caught his eye was the pile of steamed buns.

It’s no problem to eat it for ten days or half a month.

Behind the steamed buns are various other ingredients.

There were quite a few that Yan Ping didn't recognize, so he picked some out to taste.

Ji Heyu was standing aside and was a little curious when he saw his behavior.

"You eat grass?"

Yan Ping has almost found what he was looking for.

He glanced at Ji Heyu and simply threw a pile of food at him.

"Wash them all out."

[Dear ones, don’t underestimate the kitchen killers who are entering the kitchen for the first time, especially those who use firewood. The author himself has never succeeded in cooking with firewood. The bottom of the pot is always burnt, and it takes a long time to clean it...]