"The boss of the largest consortium in the eastern part of the World Alliance, Bai Lingyu is your mother, Bai Qianqian in the past. This is the only news I knew before being chased by the killer of the chef's sect. As for what happened later, I don't know." The fat monk smiled.

"I understand." Peng Bai said with some excitement and expectation. The Junwei Group can now be said to be the largest consortium in the world, ranking first in the world economy. Peng Bai often hears about this consortium from newspapers, TV and people, but Peng Bai never thought that the boss of this consortium was his mother. It seems that the world is really wonderful.

"Okay, I've said so much, you should help me solve the problem! You are my senior brother's son. If you perform too badly, I will despise you for your father!" The fat monk smiled.

"I should call you uncle, right?" Peng Bai asked carefully. If you arrange it according to normal seniority, it should be absolutely wrong to call uncle.

"Call me godfather, haha! At that time, my senior brother, your father and your mother, agreed to me personally, let me be your godfather and you are my godson. Otherwise, do you think I would tell you everything? It would be strange if I don't doubt you!" The fat monk smiled.

"Then why don't you doubt me?" Peng Bai asked strangely.

"Suspicion? You look so similar to my senior brother and my sister-in-law. If you don't say it, I can only feel that you look very familiar. When I know your identity, there is no need to doubt it at all. If you are the killer of the chef sect to kill me, then I can only accept my fate." The fat monk smiled.

"Okay, speaking too much, so solve the problem for me quickly. As long as you can help me solve this problem, I can teach you everything I know. I'm afraid that my senior brother has taught you too much, and my qualifications are not as good as my senior brother!" The fat monk said to Peng Bai with a smile.

Peng Bai smiled bitterly and did not answer. If the fat monk knew that his father was very resistant to learning cooking skills and had not taught him anything at all, what would this fat monk think?

Back to the topic, Peng Bai stood up, walked to the edge of the stove, and began to think about this question. So why can’t the cabbage be tasted very easily and even does not need to be tasted at all in this pot?

"Godfather, what ingredients are added to this mutton-flavored soup?" Peng Bai raised a question. Because this mutton soup is made of various ingredients, not cooked with real mutton, there must be one of the ingredients that reacted to cabbage.

"The cinnamon meat, sheep drafting, the fruits of the sheep's smoked flowers, the solid garlic, green onion, Tianma seeds, astronomical grass, and the roots of the dragon flame, that's all." The fat monk immediately told Peng Bai the ingredients in the soup without any reservation.

"Tianmazi? Isn't Tianmazi a precious medicinal material, and it tastes bitter?" Peng Bai asked strangely. Tianmazi is used as a male medicinal material for removing fire and nourishing the body. It tastes bitter and will not produce any mutton taste at all.

"The taste of mutton is mainly derived from the fruits of sheep drafting and sheep smoked flowers, but there is an overheating fire in the sheep drafting. There is a certain toxicity in the sheep smoked flowers. The Tianma seeds can destroy the fire, the roots of astronomical grass and dragon flame can resolve the toxicity, and the cinnamon meat can make the taste more clearly. As for solid whole garlic and green onions, it is because the mutton smell in the sheep drafting and sheep smoked flowers is too strong, and it needs to be reduced." The fat monk explained to Peng Bai.

"I understand. Because you added green onions, it's difficult to taste." Peng Bai said with a flash of inspiration in his head.

"Scallion? What does it have to do with this?" The fat monk was not sure about it. He originally wanted to add sliced ​​ginger to this soup, but he thought that garlic and scallion were enough. Is the problem really lies in the scallion?

"Yeah!" Peng Bai nodded and said, "In the process of making cabbage, there are some other dishes that are rarely used in green onions. Even when making meat and fish, you need to change the knife and add a flavour knife. This is because green onions contain a kind of green onions glue, which is mainly concentrated on green onions. When cooking cabbage, because the soup contains green onions glue, it reacts with the cabbage and wraps the cut of the cabbage, so the taste is difficult to enter." Peng Bai said with certainty. The reason why this common sense is not well known is that in the process of cooking cabbage, green onions rarely use green onions in the family. Even when using green onions, green onions are not white onions, so this situation will not occur. In restaurants, cabbage is generally used as a ingredient for soup and has no connection with green onions. Even as dishes, green onions are used, because when the chefs learn to cook, this is taught to them the same as textbooks.

"That's a pity. This pot of soup has been wasted." The fat monk said with regret.

"It won't be wasted either. Just add a little vinegar to the cabbage. Acetic acid can neutralize this kind of onion glue." Peng Bai smiled. He saw all this knowledge from the books of the old man, "Black One and Two." He thought he would never encounter this statement, but he didn't expect that he would solve a big problem today.

"I'll try." The fat monk shouted in surprise, then carefully added a few drops of vinegar to the soup.

The soup has not changed anything, but the taste has an extra aroma of cabbage.

"It's easy to use." The fat monk shouted in surprise, picking up a piece of cabbage with chopsticks, and not afraid of being hot, so he put it directly into his mouth.

"Haha! It's really easy to use, it's really easy to use." The fat monk shouted happily. Obviously, Peng Bai's method worked.

"Okay, let me tell you what you want to learn. I have learned the true teachings of my senior brother. I guess although it won't help you very much, it can solve some of your questions about cooking skills." The fat monk turned off the fire from the stove and asked Peng Bai with a smile.

"Godfather, can you teach me the whirlwind sword technique?" Peng Bai asked.

"Tornado Sword! Ah? Tornado Sword? Didn't Senior Brother teach you the Tornado Sword?" asked the fat monk strangely. The reason why the fat monk was surprised was that Peng Junwei had mastered the Tornado Sword Technique in just three years. The Fat monk's Tornado Sword Technique was taught by Peng Junwei. How could Peng Junwei not teach such a unique method of cutting vegetables to Peng Bai?

"My dad didn't teach me anything at all. He doesn't like me to get involved in cooking. I only started learning by myself after my father's accident." Peng Bai replied embarrassedly.

"This confused senior brother! Does he think you can be an ordinary person? Alas! No problem, I will teach you the whirlwind sword technique now, but if you want to thoroughly practice the whirlwind sword technique, it is impossible to do it in less than two years." The fat monk said with a wry smile.

"I have already known the whirlwind sword technique, and I can use it in food carvings. But I don't know how to cut vegetables, because every time I cut vegetables, I will cut my fingers." Peng Bai said depressedly. He had practiced the whirlwind sword technique for a year. Because with the teachings of the founder of the whirlwind sword technique, even Peng Junwei's innocence posture was not as fast as Peng Bai's learning, but that ghost didn't teach Peng Bai the way to cut vegetables.

"You can? Have a look." The fat monk said strangely. The whirlwind sword technique mainly controls the movements of the wrists and fingers, and the rest is not difficult.

Peng Bai did not refuse. His strange-looking kitchen knife was pulled out from the scabbard of his back, and then a piece of light and shadow enveloped his eyes.

"It's indeed a whirlwind knife technique. You can cut vegetables and show me." The fat monk grabbed half of the cabbage next to the stove and threw it to Peng Bai.

"It's so miserable." Peng Bai naturally used the whirlwind knife technique to cut towards Bai Cai, but Peng Bai had already felt that his left hand that he grabbed Bai Cai was already shrouded in it by cold light.

"Quiet!" The fat monk roared and quickly poked his hand out. He grabbed the kitchen knife that was rotating and moving rapidly in Peng Bai's terrified eyes. The whirlwind knife technique, as the name suggests, cut the dishes during rotation. With the sharpness of Peng Bai's kitchen knife, Peng Bai can even say that this kitchen knife has no material that cannot be cut. Even the iron plate Peng Bai is confident that he can use the whirlwind knife technique to easily handle it with his invincible kitchen knife. With such a rapid rotation, the fat monk can instantly grasp the cutting point and rotation angle of the kitchen knife in an impossible situation. What is this skill? This is simply a great fortune!

"No wonder, a real chef has many times higher eyesight, speed and techniques than ordinary people. If you can catch the fly, then you are a beginner." The fat monk smiled.

"When you use the whirlwind sword technique, you have a subconscious action. Maybe this has become your habit and has been integrated into your finger movements and wrist movements. It is precisely because you have more of this action that you will always cut your fingers and watch." The fat monk immediately told the reason why Peng Bai cut his fingers when using the whirlwind sword technique.

A blade light appeared in front of Peng Bai's eyes, and the fat monk also used the whirlwind knife technique. The same movement, the same knife light, and the same situation. However, when the blade light enveloped the cabbage, the cabbage was immediately divided into very uniform thin slices of cabbage, just like Peng Bai cut it out with a normal cutting method, but the time was too fast.

"What did you see?" the fat monk asked with a happy look.

"It seems that they are the same!" Peng Bai's eyesight is more than 100,800 miles away from Fat Monk. He only saw a ball of sword light. Judging from his appearance, the whirlwind sword technique used by Fat Monk is not much different from the whirlwind sword technique he used.

"Okay, it's normal that you can't tell. It seems that your eyesight needs to be practiced more." The fat monk smiled.

"What's the difference? Godfather?" Peng Bai asked strangely. He really wanted to know the difference now.

"Don't worry, you won't become fat in one bite. I found that you have many shortcomings that need to be corrected, and you have not mastered many basics at all, or you have never learned them at all. From tomorrow on, I will conduct special training for you." The fat monk said to Peng Bai with a smile.

"Special training?" Peng Bai's mind immediately showed his scene in the primeval forest.

"Go back! I will talk to the two masters of Tianlong and Tianhu tomorrow. I will wait for me at the gate of the Sutra Pavilion soon tomorrow morning." The fat monk issued an order to expel guests. After all, it is already very late now. It is already ten o'clock when the evening class in Tianyuan Temple ends. It is probably midnight now.

"Okay, goodbye to my godfather." Peng Bai nodded, put away the kitchen knife, said respectfully, then turned around and went downstairs to go back to sleep.

The next morning, Peng Bai stood at the door of the Sutra Pavilion with dewdrops early.

"It was him, he actually put sleeping pills in the meal yesterday." The two monks who were knocked down by Peng Bai with sleeping pills last night pointed at Peng Bai in front of the two monks of the Xuan generation and shouted. It seems that these two monks were punished for sleeping.

"Nephew tomorrow, will you admit your guilt?" The two monks of the Xuan generation said to Peng Bai coldly.

"Ah!" Peng Bai did not expect that he would wait for punishment at the door of the Sutra Pavilion. He was a little too excited last night, so he forgot about this matter when he woke up in the morning. It seems that he should not be too excited as a human being. Impulse is a devil!

"What sin do you admit?" The fat monk's voice sounded from the Sutra Pavilion, and then his fat body walked out of the Sutra Pavilion.

"Uncle Master..."

"Uncle Master..."

The four monks shouted in great respect, this is the rule of Tianyuan Temple, and seniority is higher than anything else.

"He will be my disciple in the future. Today I will report to the two masters of Tianlong and Tianhu. His Dharma name was changed to Xuanri, so he can enter and exit the Sutra Pavilion freely in and out of the Sutra Pavilion in the future. Do you have any questions?" the fat monk asked seriously.

"No..." The four monks looked at each other, not knowing what to say. This fat monk rarely walked out of the Sutra Pavilion, and the status of this fat monk is quite high among the monks of the Jie generation, because they are the disciples personally accepted by the two uncles of Tianlong and Tianhu.

"You two come with me." The fat monk pointed out the names of the two monks of the Xuan generation, and then walked in front first.

Peng Bai walked at the end. After all, he was still a junior, and he should abide by the rules in Tianyuan Temple.

With the crowd giving way, the fat monk took Peng Bai to an empty house that was originally used as a warehouse.

"Xuanri...Xuanri, yes, I'm calling you! Go in." The fat monk called twice before reminding Peng Bai that his current magic number was Xuanri, and he had been upgraded to a full level.

"Get in?" Peng Bai looked at this godfather strangely, and then walked in without knowing what to do.

This is an empty space of about 100 square meters. Because it was used in the warehouse, it is now just idle, so the windows are closed. Peng Bai stood in the middle and felt very stuffy.

"You go find some chili and dry firewood, and pour smoke into this ventilation channel." The fat monk ordered.

The two monks of the Xuan generation didn't know what the fat monk was going to do, and they didn't dare to ask, so they went to do this immediately.

"These are a hundred glass balls. When smoke comes in, you will start picking up the glass balls on the ground and putting them into this basin. When you pick up all the glass balls, you can come out." The fat monk walked into the warehouse gate and had an extra iron basin in his hand. The fat monk threw the glass balls in the big iron basin to the ground, and then said to Peng Bai.

"Godfather, prepare a bucket of ice for me." Peng Bai already understood what training the fat monk was going to do to him. In the warehouse, Peng Bai received special training from Feng Fei and Feng Lang, so he was very familiar with such training.

"Well! It seems that you have received such training before. OK, they are ready. I'll get you ice now. Remember, breathing must be rhythmic. You can avoid the pain of smoke by completing it at the fastest speed. If you don't come out for twenty minutes, I can only lift you out." The fat monk nodded and said.

It is not easy to fill a space with smoke with a height of four meters and an area of ​​one hundred square meters, but it is not difficult. In a smoked environment, when the smoke completely fills the entire space, a person can survive for up to five minutes. The ash will block the respiratory tract and eventually make people suffocate to death.

The door closed from outside, and a stream of thick smoke came in with a spicy smell.

Peng Bai bent down quickly and picked up the glass balls on the ground and put them into a large basin. One hundred glass balls were scattered in a space of 100 square meters. Even if it was not smoked, it was very difficult to pick them up all of them, because the space was too large and the glass balls were scattered irregularly, and some glass balls could not be found at all.

Twenty minutes later, the fat monk rushed in and carried Peng Bai out.
Chapter completed!