Chapter 109 Forget it, half a catty for eight taels

In the fresh morning, smoke rises from Guigu's kitchen.

Jun Lin sat in front of the small table, his chin resting on his hands, watching his master's busy figure.

He rolled up his white sleeves with blue edges and tied them with a rope, revealing his smooth arms. His fair skin looked like a piece of fine jade in the morning light, swaying in Jun Lin's sight as he washed rice.

He wanted to cook some porridge and make some side dishes.

This time he turned in front of her, cutting potato shreds with a kitchen knife, which made Jun Lin burst out laughing.

Wen Suili was helpless: "What are you laughing at?"

She joked: "A beauty like my master holding a kitchen knife and doing this kind of thing, I just think the style of the painting is a bit out of place."

Wen Suili is really beautiful, with silver hair woven by moonlight, eyes that are like sapphires soaked in sea water, slender eyebrows, beautiful eye shape, and lips that seem to be stained with floral dew, which always makes people feel "very kissable".

Now the beauty was holding a kitchen knife and cutting potatoes awkwardly, and Jun Lin couldn't help but laugh.

But as for Wen Suili, he felt helpless.

The little apprentice doesn’t know how to cook. What should he do if he gets hungry? Let the master cook for him.

It's not easy for her to come back once, so he has to take good care of her.

Looking at the crooked potato shreds he cut, Jun Lin's breath stagnated. He couldn't bear to watch any longer. He stopped holding his chin with his hands and sat up straight, asking in confusion: "Master, your swordsmanship is good, how come you can't even cut vegetables properly?"

Wen Suili's hands were constantly moving, but he had to distract himself to answer her question. His face wrinkled in pain: "Swordsmanship is not knife skills."

Jun Lin didn't believe it, so he washed his hands and came over to try it out: "This is almost the same, let me show you the true power of swordsmanship."

Wen Suili retreated quietly, waiting to see what she, who had never cooked before, could come up with.

The kitchen knife was passed from one beauty to another. She was fully focused, nervous, and alert as if facing a strong enemy. She lowered her voice and said, "Watch me, my romantic dance."

She threw the potato into the air, and the knife light flashed frequently, just like a sharp sword cutting the enemy's body countless times with great speed, decisive and fierce.

The potatoes were still whole when they were thrown up, but when they fell down they had become neatly shredded potatoes.

She tilted her head and smiled triumphantly at Wen Suili.

It's just cutting vegetables, not worth hanging teeth on.

How could such a small matter trouble Emperor Jing?

Wen Suili clapped his hands in a seal-like manner with a numb expression on his face.

“Pah, pah, pah—”

The applause rang out, making Jun Lin swell up again.

Wen Suili was at a loss for words about his little apprentice.

This sword move is so terrifying that there are few people in the world who can force her to use it.

Now, just a potato?

Just for a potato, you used your deadly dance move?

Those strong men who were defeated by her sword and didn't even force her to use 70% of her strength would probably cry to death if they knew this.

People are not as good as potatoes!

The world is going downhill!

Is this a distortion of human nature or a decline of morality?

How could this be!

He really felt sympathy for those people at this moment, but he was actually outshined by a potato.

Jun Lin felt it was just right: "Is there anything else you want to cut?"

Wen Suili said nothing and put the cabbage under her knife. Jun Lin said seriously: "This time I will use my other killer move, falling all..."

Before he could finish his words, Wen Suili ruthlessly interrupted him: "Just continue using Fengyuewu."

Jun Lin was puzzled: "Do you want to try this trick on cutting cabbage? Do you want to cut it into shreds?"

Wen Suili had a heart attack, and he closed his eyes and said in a daze: "Cut it into shreds."

"Okay!"

The cabbage was thrown up, the knife flashed, and it was cut neatly.

Jun Lin raised his sleeves to wipe the non-existent sweat from his forehead, and said with a relaxed expression as if he had been pardoned: "It's really scary. There are great lessons in small things. We can't let our guard down, otherwise we won't be able to cut so well."

Wen Suili over there had already put the dishes on plates and put them in the pot. The sound of the pot and spoon colliding could be heard, and the aroma of the dishes quickly filled the air, giving the cottage a homely feel.

"You are very suitable to be a chef."

He added: "At least when it comes to cutting vegetables."

Jun Lin touched the back of his head and smiled shyly: "No, no, Master, thank you for your compliment."

Wen Suili: “…”

I'm really not exaggerating you!

Aren't you making a big deal out of nothing?

Is it a big deal to just cut some vegetables?

The meal was finally completed amidst the chaos. Junlin was happily looking forward to his master's results, as he also contributed a little to the process.

She looked at it and thought that the cooking steps should be correct. She could also smell the fragrance of the vegetables during the process, so the finished product should be good.

Wen Suili came over with the dishes and said gently, "Try it first, I'll serve you some porridge."

"Okay!"

She picked up the chopsticks, picked up the shredded potatoes and put them into her mouth.

Wen Suili looked at the porridge in the pot and saw that there was no water left. He paused for a moment and said solemnly, "It seems that the porridge can no longer be drunk. I can only eat it as rice."

No one responded behind me.

He used a spoon to stir the sticky rice, and his tone became even sadder: "The rice is overcooked, and the taste will probably be bad, but it's edible."

Still no one responded behind me.

He took the bowl and served her porridge, and said soothingly, "But don't worry, I added sugar for you, so it won't be bland."

No one answered, and the room was eerily quiet. He closed the lid of the pot and turned to walk towards the small table. This turn was shocking, as he saw his little apprentice lying on the table with her eyes blank, the chopsticks tightly grasped in her hand.

With a "snap" sound, it broke mercilessly.

She hates it so much.

How can it be so unpalatable?

What went wrong?

For the first time, Jun Lin felt like crying.

There's going to be gastric perforation.

The lethality of this food is enough to send her straight to have her stomach washed.

Wen Suili was so frightened that he was in a panic. He quickly helped her up: "Hurry, drink some porridge to relieve the pain!"

Jun Lin sat up shakily, and when he saw the so-called "porridge", his pupils suddenly contracted in fear.

You pointed at that bowl of sticky, unidentified object and told me it was porridge?

Wen Suili, how dare you!

Don't take advantage of her being an honest person to deceive her!

But seeing her master's anxious expression, which did not seem fake, she softened her heart for a moment and picked up the spoon to scoop a spoonful of soup and ate it.

“…”

Her pretty facial features were twisted in pain, and as soon as she bent over, she vomited immediately.

"Ahem... It's so salty, Master, how much salt did you put in it..."

Her throat was sore from choking.

Wen Suili was so anxious that he was spinning around: "I didn't put salt in it, I put sugar in it..."

Suddenly he froze: "It's all white, I didn't notice..."

Jun Lin: “…”

Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. He is your own master. You have to pamper him no matter how confused he is.

She stood up suddenly, and Wen Suili looked at her in surprise: "But is there anything else that makes you feel uncomfortable?"

Jun Lin shook his head in sorrow: "No, you wait here, I'll go catch some pheasants and roast them."

He wanted to go over to help, but Jun Lin pushed him to sit on the chair without questioning.

The man looked up at her, and her smile was about to burst: "Be good, don't make trouble, wait for me to come back."

If he continues to make trouble, someone might die.

Wen Suili seemed to be frightened by his little disciple who rarely got angry. He sat down like a good student, blinked his eyes and said meekly, "Well, I understand."

Then he watched helplessly as she fled away using her light Kung Fu skills.

He then picked up the chopsticks and picked up the potato shreds. He just frowned slightly at the moment of sunset, but was able to eat it.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be alive today if he had to cook alone for so many years.