"The knife is not only a cooking tool, but also a symbol of culinary glory.

【Quest content】Complete two dishes and prove your knife skills.

【Reward】1,000 merit points, 1 constitution card. ”

The system will say the [Glory] tasks one by one in the ears of the rest of your life.

"I kind of understand, if I don't practice knife skills, you won't give up. Yu Sheng said.

The system said: "Knife work is the foundation of cooking, if you are not lazy, why should this system be so painstaking." ”

Yes, it's my fault to blame the back, and I can only change the topic for the rest of my life, "What is that physique card?"

After completing the upgrade mission, there will also be a Constitution Card reward.

"Like making you taller. "The system is simple.

"I'll go, you're my uncle. Yu Sheng jumped up from the bed, and his height has always been a pain in the shopkeeper Yu.

Everyone else hugged the girl in their arms, and when she wrapped up Aunt Qing for the rest of her life, she not only stood on tiptoe, but also looked like a lewd teenager with a chest.

The system was a little surprised, "Then you are quite respectful to your uncle's uncle,"

The system obviously misses the "system you uncle" for the rest of his life.

"Don't worry about these details. Yu Sheng asked again: "How many physique cards are there, and whether they can be exchanged after upgrading, I don't have too much." ”

The system said: "The physique card is only limited to task rewards, but the IQ card is as much as there is." ”

"Your uncle. Yu Sheng couldn't help but say. This fucking system always turns a blind eye to Uncle Yu's high IQ.

After the system took advantage, it withdrew, ignoring the polite greetings for the rest of his life.

Fighting with the system in the morning is good for your health, and after being rewarded with a physique card, you can get up full of energy for the rest of your life.

After cleaning up, he exchanged an altar of flower carvings for Aunt Qing, which cost 120 merit points.

I can't forget that my aunt is not.

When he went downstairs, he saw the white-eyed old man in the yellow shirt who had come to the town to look for the bronze mirror talking to his crooked mouth.

"Tell you, my dragon ruler is very accurate, and my mother's ancestors once relied on it to find treasures for the king of the Eastern Wilderness. "Crooked mouth, I highly recommend my own dragon ruler.

It's just that Yu Sheng just went downstairs, and the dragon ruler that was turning pointed to the side again.

The crooked words stopped abruptly, damn it, why is it not allowed again, isn't this a chain drop at a critical moment.

Ignoring them for the rest of his life, he put the rice wine in the back kitchen, and was busy preparing breakfast for the guests.

"The caravan that came yesterday is gone. "Strange told the rest of my life.

On weekdays, when I can't get up for the rest of my life, breakfast is made strangely, which is used to offset the cost of eating at the inn.

Yu Sheng agreed, and he didn't mean to interfere, he was just about to burn the wine, and he felt that it was not good to drink on an empty stomach, so he made egg custard.

Strange watched from the side, and said in frustration: "Why can't I make such a taste of egg custard?"

It's very simple to make egg custard, but after all the attempts, the strange ones are not as good as the rest of their lives.

Yu Sheng said: "Don't be discouraged, one day you will succeed." ”

After that, it was strange to stay and try again, and he went upstairs with the custard.

"Come in", after knocking on the door, Aunt Qing said inside.

"Egg custard, soup dumplings, serve hot. "The rest of my life is on the table.

"Hmm. Aunt Qing sat down and helped her clean up her hair for the rest of her life.

"Have you eaten?" asked Aunt Qing.

"No, I don't. Yu Sheng was busy, thinking that the little aunt was going to invite him to sit down and have a meal together.

"Then you're hungry. Aunt Qing said.

Don't play cards according to the routine, the rest of my life sighed, "I would have been to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch." ”

"I still read poetry, do you want to become a poet?" Aunt Qing said, and handed over a soup bag with chopsticks.

Mo said, there are really poets and immortals in the great wilderness. Of course, they are not Taibai brothers, they are just people who write poems and become immortals.

"It's not bad to be a poet. The rest of his life bit the soup and said with mush.

"Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light, this poem is read out, Wuyue hangs upside down, I don't know how handsome. ”

Poetry immortals are like painting immortals, and they have the ability to use the artistic conception and content of the poems as immortal arts.

Aunt Qing, who was drinking egg custard, stopped, "Good poem, what did you do?" she asked him as she bit her spoon and turned back.

These three cups of promise are as heavy as a mountain, and they are very temperamental to the little aunt.

"Of course," said Yu Sheng, "no. ”

The little aunt who was shaken slapped him on the stomach in disgust.

"If I want to be able to do it, it's too early, kill one person in ten steps, don't stay for a thousand miles, who is my opponent?" Yu Sheng said.

There is more than one poet immortal on the Great Wilderness, but there is rarely a spirit that is too white. Their artistic conception is a bit petty, and the immortal arts are not very clever because of this.

As for the rest of his life, although he will recite a few sentences of the masterpieces of Li Bai's predecessors in his previous life, he can't comprehend the artistic conception and spirit at all, and naturally he can't become a poet.

"Who made that?" Aunt Qing asked curiously, the person who made such a poem was not a mortal, and Aunt Qing wanted to get acquainted.

Hearing the friendship in the mouth of the little aunt, Yu Sheng was very vigilant: "I passed away, and I was still drunk to death." ”

There can only be one person who can make Aunt Qing admire.

He also advised, "Therefore, it is not good to be drunk." ”

Aunt Qing said: "I'm never drunk, so I'm not afraid." ”

She fed Yu Sheng another soup dumpling, "Who made the 'life as a masterpiece'?"

Yu Sheng pretended to be surprised, "This is the code between me and the city lord, how do you know." ”

Aunt Qing, who was in the dark, said proudly: "What do you have that I don't know?"

"The name of the poet is familiar to you. Yu Sheng said.

"Really?" Aunt Qing paused to enjoy the delicacy and thought about it carefully, "It's definitely not you." ”

"Why not me?"

"Do you have the consciousness to be a master?"

"Well, it's not me, indeed. "I didn't say who it was at the end of my life.

After taking care of her hair, Aunt Qing poured him the remaining half bowl of custard. After cleaning up, the two went downstairs together and saw that the little old man had already gotten up.

Xu is revenge, the little old man is in good spirits, and his white hair is also wanton and public, quite in the style of Einstein's predecessors.

"Thank you, shopkeeper. The little old man respectfully said goodbye to the rest of his life.

If he hadn't made a move for the rest of his life last night, he wouldn't have to take revenge, and it is estimated that he would have to explain there.

If so, the little old man will not forgive himself when he dies.

"It's a small thing. Yu Sheng waved his hand, and was about to say something else, when he suddenly remembered something.

He asked the little old man curiously, "Old man, what kind of spell is your sunflower rubbing?"

Although it's not Plants vs. Zombies, it's almost the same, and you must learn this skill for the rest of your life.

In case a ghost with no eyes comes in the future, let them taste the power of peas and sticks for the rest of their lives.

"Kung Fu on the Sunflower Treasure Book. The little old man said, "The shopkeeper must learn." ”

The rest of his life took three steps back, "What, what, Aoi, Sunflower Treasure Book?"

Although he knew that it was probably not the same master, he couldn't help but look at the little old man for the rest of his life.

It is not ruled out that there may not be the same, after all, they are all deep hatreds.

Of course, the little old man was a little cold in the wilderness.

"Yes, Sunflower Treasure Book, if the shopkeeper wants to learn, I will give you the treasure book. The little old man said sincerely.

"No, I'll just ask casually, it's better to keep such a precious thing for yourself. The rest of his life waved his hand.

"This Sunflower Treasure Book is the mastery of the Sunflower Sect in the Ghost Hunting Heavenly Master, and it is very easy to see in Gusu City, and it is not very precious. The little old man said.

"No self-harm?" asked Yu Sheng.

"What self-harm?" the little old man was puzzled, "The Sunflower Sect took the Sunflower Facing the Sun as an opportunity to deduce the Taiyi Divine Count into the Sunflower Treasure Book. ”

The little old man didn't know how to thank Yu Sheng, and when he heard that Yu Sheng was interested in sunflower ghost hunting, he wanted to pass it on to him.

"Forget it, I'll practice my handwriting. Yu Sheng shook his head, he knew the truth that greed can't chew too much.

What's more important is that Sunflower has the majesty of the sword array, and it also needs to vomit blood.