Chapter 263 Care from Shen Zhizhuo

The fight over a few eggs was like a war. The two old men went out with chicken feathers on their heads, and their expressions were not good.

"You should have killed them for meat earlier!"

Shen Zhizhuo said bitterly.

Old Liu said angrily: "My niece is a talent to train them like this."

All the ingredients were ready, and Shen Zhizhuo rolled up his sleeves and started.

The first thing he fried was his favorite mushrooms.

"Isn't this too much salt?"

Old Song, who had experience in the kitchen, watched him put in several spoons of salt and his eyelids jumped.

Although he hadn't cooked for decades, those few spoons of salt were too much.

Shen Zhizhuo swore: "No, I have experience!" Those

who couldn't cook didn't think there was anything wrong, and those who could cook had basically learned it more than 20 years ago. Even if they thought there was something wrong, they were guests and they were too embarrassed to argue with Shen Zhizhuo.

The result was that when the plate of black mushrooms with garlic emitting black and green color was fried, everyone was silent.

Shen Zhizhuo skillfully flipped the pot: "It seems that there is too much soy sauce."

"The chicken over there is almost stewed, put the mushrooms in too."

The chicken was a big fat chicken that he bought from the family who raised chickens best at the foot of the mountain because there were so many guests.

Shen Zhiyin estimated that the time was about right, so he brought back his three nephews who had been playing crazy on the mountain.

They all carried a big bag full of fruits.

Shen Mujin particularly likes a kind of red fruit that looks like strawberry but is only the size of a little finger, and there are also small wild strawberries.

There are many kinds of animals in the mountains, and they are not afraid of people.

"Auntie, the animals here are really brave."

Shen Zhiyin nodded: "Yes, they are quite big."

They often compete with the old man for food.

"I also saw a swan, in the water, but it looks a little fat and has a thick neck."

Shen Zhiyin threw a few wild strawberries into her mouth: "That's not a swan, it's a big goose I raised."

Shen Yuzhu widened her eyes: "But...but I saw them fly with my own eyes."

Shen Zhiyin raised her chin slightly: "I trained them." Those

who can grow up well in the Taoist temple are all very powerful. There are

five big geese in their Taoist temple, and the wolves in the mountains have to hide when they see them.

Oh, except for Da Mi.

Da Mi is simply a big failure in her life!

Back to the Taoist temple, Shen Zhiyin felt an indescribable smell going straight to her head before entering.

This horrible smell is comparable to a nightmare. Shen Zhiyin can already imagine how bad the dishes taste.

At this moment, the three brothers of the Shen family who have not been poisoned by Shen Zhizhuo's deadly poison food have no idea what they are about to face next.

"I'm back, let's eat."

There are a lot of people, so Shen Zhizhuo moved out two tables.

Shen Zhiyin looked at one of the tables and took another look at it with a strange familiarity.

"Why did you take out the offering table?"

Yes, it was the offering table placed in the lobby for the Three Pure Ones and the successive masters and disciples of the Kunqing Sect to burn incense and offer sacrifices.

Old Liu lowered his head and dared not say a word. He tried to persuade him, but it didn't stop him.

Junior Master is old, but he is still the same as before. Ninety-nine pounds of him are rebellious.

"I borrowed the table from the ancestors. I'm not going to return it."

Shen Zhiyin: You are like this and you still ask the ancestors to bless you with good luck every day. If the ancestors can pay attention to you, I will lose.

There are still a lot of food on the table. After sitting down, the first thing Shen Zhiyin did was to press out a bottle of pills.

"One pill per person."

Everyone: ???

Is this a custom? You have to take medicine before eating?

Shen Zhizhuo looked hurt: "My disciple, you don't trust me!"

Shen Zhiyin's big eyes were very sincere: "Master, you are good, I am good, and everyone is good."

"This is a detoxification pill."

Everyone: ... ...

Is it too exaggerated?

Seeing Shen Zhizhuo's expression, Master Liu decided to share the same hatred with his junior uncle.

His junior uncle even cooked for them, how could he make him unhappy.

Shen Zhiyin's expression was serious. Seeing that everyone had eaten, only two people were stubborn and refused to eat.

"Okay, I won't force you."

It's okay to eat later if you are poisoned, but you will have to suffer a little.

Finally, the meal started. Shen Zhiyin didn't even look at the mushrooms, and his chopsticks went straight to the small cucumbers mixed with cold vegetables.

It was obvious that this was not made by his master.

His master always ate the food raw, but he liked to cook more complicated dishes, but his cooking skills have remained unpalatable for decades.

Shen Zhizhuo enthusiastically served everyone a bowl of chicken soup.

Shen Zhiyin was especially cared for, and there was a big chicken drumstick in the chicken soup.

"Disciple, eat quickly, I'll give you my chicken drumstick."

Shen Zhiyin: ...Thank you.

Her eyes rolled around, and she wanted to give the chicken drumstick away.

But Shen Zhizhuo stared at her without saying a word.

Shen Zhiyin: QAQ

It was okay before, but now you ask me, who has eaten fried chicken, roasted chicken, and cola chicken, to eat these again. It's so difficult.

She took the chicken drumstick and started to bite it with her little teeth, yue~

This is not the sound she made.

Turning his head to look over, Shen Mujin put down the bowl of chicken soup and gulped twice.

"So... so salty, why is it bitter and spicy?"

This is not chicken soup at all, the taste is so complicated that he can't even describe it.

The expressions of others were also... They were about to vomit, their bodies were stiff.

Liu Lao was even worse, because the soup was served to him by Junior Uncle himself, and he drank a big bowl of it with full enthusiasm.

Now he is covering his neck and can't speak.

Shen Zhiyin took a bite of chicken and swallowed it.

It was still a familiar taste.

"Little aunt, you..."

Shen Yuzhu was drinking water, and Shen Xiu Nan looked at her swallowing the chicken with an indescribable expression.

"Will the chicken taste better?"

After all, he still had a glimmer of expectation.

Shen Zhiyin smiled with two small smiles: "You try it, the chicken is not easy to taste, you need to try something better."

Everyone tried it, and the chicken was indeed better, but it was really not much better.

Shen Zhizhuo didn't believe it: "Is it not delicious? It's obviously very good."

He ate it with great relish, which made people wonder if there was something wrong with his taste.

"Hehe... let's try the others."

After all, it was made by senior Shen Zhizhuo himself, and it would be sad if we didn't eat it.

A few minutes later...