His cooking skills originated from Ye Qingyun. After all, he was the incarnation of Ye Qingyun's three poisons. He knew everything Ye Qingyun knew.

Even though I have lost my memory and become a child, my instinct is still there.

Especially the aspect of cooking, Ye Qingyun himself is very concerned about it, and it will naturally affect his incarnation of the three poisons.

Huang Fusheng saw the disappointment on Ye Ziyun's face, and couldn't help but think of everything he had gotten to know Ye Qingyun.

Suddenly I understood something in my heart.

"If you really want to stay, you can, but this is a tea house, and you don't have many opportunities to stay here to cook."

"I have a restaurant called Baohuilou. The business is good and there are many diners every day. Why don't you go and help in the kitchen there?"

"You can play whatever you want."

Huang Fusheng said very grandly.

He is the head of the Huang family and the largest rich man in Fuyun Town. If Ye Ziyun wants to work here, it can be arranged clearly.

"OK!"

Ye Ziyun agreed without even thinking about it.

"Let's go, I'll take you there."

At that moment, Huang Fusheng personally took Ye Ziyun to Baohui Tower.

Three days later.

Huikong and others from Fuyun Mountain learned that Ye Ziyun had slipped out quietly, and hurried down the mountain to search for him.

As a result, I found Baohuilou and saw Ye Ziyun who had officially joined the company and was cooking like crazy in the back kitchen of Baohuilou.

"Amitabha, this must be the arrangement of the Holy Son!"

Both the top ten disciples secretly and a few people in Fuyun Mountain were extremely shocked by this.

Only Huikong is as calm as a dog.

"This is definitely a special practice arranged by the Holy Son for Ye Ziyun!"

"We can't disturb you any more. We can only let Donor Ye Ziyun complete this practice by himself."
Chapter completed!