The seller of the heavens

Seeing Guo Jing and Huang Rong appear, Jiang Chen couldn't help but flash the scene of shooting wither in his mind, and then felt a little pity.

During this period of time, he was completely immersed in cultivation, and he didn't have the time to think about other things. He forgot to ask the time, so he didn't know where the plot had progressed.

Before the time travel, he thought that if the plot didn't start, maybe he could go to Zhongdu, participate in the martial arts competition to recruit relatives, break the relationship between Mu Nianci and Yang Kang, and help Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo reunite at the same time.

Then plot the precious snake of Liang Ziweng, the old monster of Shenxian, to enhance his internal strength.

Now it seems that it is too late, and Yang Tiexin's tragedy has already happened.

Hong Qigong jumped down from the tree, came to Guo and Huang, glanced at the chicken in the girl's hand, and couldn't help joking:

"No wonder the two dolls peeked at people practicing kung fu. They turned out to be two chicken thieves."

Guo Jing's face turned red when he said it, and he was a little bit ashamed. He was about to apologize for peeping at the practice, when Huang Rong said softly:

"Don't wrong the good man, it's not that we purposely peeked at him practicing, but we're just a little curious to hear the movement here, so we came here to have a look."

After a pause, she lifted the big cock in her hand again and said:

"As for this chicken, of course we didn't steal it on purpose. It crowed so loudly that it made me sleep. I can only eat it to get revenge."

Seeing her innocent and eccentric appearance, Hong Qigong couldn't feel any ill feeling in his heart, and joked:

"It's such a sharp adjacent tooth, no matter what, you, a little girl, are right."

Huang Rong smiled and said:

"You are an old senior, of course you have to let me, a little girl."

While speaking, she noticed Hong Qigong's severed finger, and then recalled the powerful power of Jiang Chen's palm technique when he was practicing just now.

In her opinion, the strength of the disciple is so strong, and the strength of Hong Qigong as a master is still higher than that of Jiang Chen. Such a master is rare in the world, so Hong Qigong's identity is ready to be revealed.

Huang Rong glanced at Guo Jing, rolled her eyes, and an idea popped up in her heart, so she said to Hong Qigong:

"Although it was unintentional, it's a fact that the two of us watched your disciple practice. Why don't I make a beggar's chicken to make you an old apology?"

Hearing this, Hong Qigong couldn't help but glance at Jiang Chen, and said:

"You girl is quite sensible."

Hong Qigong didn't really care about Guo Jing and Huang Rong's peeking behavior.

The moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are simple, and the subtleties are all in the application of strength. Outsiders can't learn anything real by just looking at the moves.

After a pause, he explained again:

"This Jiang boy is not my apprentice. The old beggar never accepts apprentices. The reason why he taught him martial arts is really short-sighted."

Huang Rong's heart moved when she heard the words, and she made up her mind to convince Hong Qigong through delicious food and let him teach Guo Jing martial arts.

"Then wait a moment."

After finishing speaking, she took the rooster to a nearby stream to dispose of it, and Guo Jing also followed to help.

Jiang Chen turned around and continued practicing.

Even though Huang Rong was beautiful, she couldn't stop him from practicing.

After a while, Huang Rong and Guo Jing came back, set up a fire and started roasting the beggar chicken.

After roasting, peel off the dry mud on the outside, and suddenly a strong fragrance wafts out.

Huang Rong offered the beggar chicken and said to Hong Qigong:

"Try it and see if it can be eaten?"

Hong Qigong was not polite, tore off a chicken leg, ate it in two mouthfuls, then nodded slightly and said:

"Not bad, not bad. If you hadn't eaten Jiang Xiaozi's beggar's chicken, your beggar's chicken would indeed be called a masterpiece."

Huang Rong looked at Jiang Chen with some surprise when she heard the words, she didn't expect her cooking skills to be inferior to a big man like Jiang Chen.

If her martial arts were not as good as Jiang Chen's, she could still accept it, after all she didn't practice hard when she was on Peach Blossom Island.

But she has spent a lot of effort to learn cooking, and she is not as good as Jiang Chen, which makes her a little unacceptable.

Huang Rong wrinkled her nose and said unconvinced:

"This beggar's chicken is not my specialty. I will prepare a few more dishes, which will definitely satisfy you."

"Okay, then I'll just wait and see."

Hearing her words, Hong Qigong couldn't help remembering that Jiang Chen had said the same thing, and the smile on his face was even wider, and he didn't stop Huang Rong.

Huang Rong pulled Guo Jing into the town, ready to buy ingredients and cook a big meal.

An hour later, she returned to the forest with the food box and asked Hong Qigong to taste it.

This time, he carefully cooked several dishes, each of which was full of ingenuity, regardless of color, aroma, taste, and shape.

After Hong Qigong tasted a few mouthfuls, he was also full of praise.

Huang Rong looked at Hong Qigong expectantly, and asked:

"In your opinion, who is better at cooking, me or Brother Jiang?"

After pondering for a moment, Hong Qigong said:

"Little girl, your culinary skills are really good, better than the royal chefs in the palace, but there are mountains as high as mountains, and you are still a little worse than Boy Jiang."

As he spoke, he compared his little fingers, indicating that the gap was very small.

Huang Rong didn't want to believe the words, and said suspiciously:

"Really, you are not lying to me, are you?"

Hong Qigong: "The old beggar's tongue can still taste good and bad. If you don't believe me, you can taste the taste when Boy Jiang cooks, and you will know."

"Okay, I want to see how good his cooking skills are."

Huang Rong readily agreed.

But he was thinking in his heart, if his cooking skills were not as good as Jiang Chen's, what method should he use to get Hong Qigong to teach Guo Jing martial arts.

Afterwards, she was beside Hong Qigong, chatting with Hong Qigong in clichés, and prepared to act accordingly after finding out Hong Qigong's character.

It was noon.

When the group returned to the town, Jiang Chen entered the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Not long after, a few dishes came out.

Hong Qigong looked at Huang Rong and motioned:

"Aren't you unconvinced, come, try Jiang boy's craftsmanship."

"good."

Huang Rong picked up the Kuaizi and took a piece of spicy chicken diced. After tasting it, she was so hot that she frowned:

"What are you, it's so spicy."

After being spicy, she felt a sense of enjoyment again.

Jiang Chen watched Huang Rong's tongue sticking out lightly, he couldn't help laughing, and explained:

"It's chili."

Huang Rong was surprised: "Why have I never seen such a thing?"

Hong Qigong smiled and said:

"Don't say it's you, the old beggar has been traveling all over the world for so many years, and he has never seen it. There are really many good things in Jiang's hands."

Jiang Chen said: "Because they are all from overseas, there are none in the Central Plains, that's why you haven't seen them."

After Huang Rong took a sip of the tea, she suppressed the spiciness, and continued to eat other dishes, such as hot and sour potato shreds, beef tenderloin with sharp pepper...

Leaving aside those special ingredients and seasonings, Jiang Chen is no worse than her in terms of cooking skills alone.

Huang Rong also had to admit defeat.