Hell Chef: My ingredients are weird

steamed stuffed bun?

The first thing Song Yu thought of was the taste of buns.

But when he came back to his senses, he felt that what Chen Tianhua cared about should be the special effect of the steamed stuffed bun.

"Director Chen, what's wrong with Baozi?" Song Yu said calmly with an indifferent expression.

Chen Tianhua said: "Boss Song, can you mention the effect of your steamed stuffed bun?"

"Improving the effect of buns? It depends on my inspiration. It is possible when inspiration comes. If there is no inspiration, then I really can't do anything."

Song Yu replied helplessly.

Chen Tianhua frowned and said, "Then how can Boss Song's inspiration be improved?"

Song Yu glanced at them and said, "I like to study food and ghosts and monsters the most..."

Chen Tianhua nodded: "I think I understand something, so Boss Song's inspiration must be ghosts and monsters to improve, right?"

Song Yu replied: "You can say that."

The three of Chen Tianhua looked at each other, and understood each other's thoughts without communicating.

"Boss Song, if my goal is to be able to resist the haunted haunted area cast by the red-clothed ghost, can Boss Song make such a steamed stuffed bun?"

Song Yu raised his brows: "Director Chen thinks highly of me, I don't think I've even seen the shadow of the red dress so far, how can I have that ability."

Looking at Song Yu's always calm expression, Chen Tianhua was a little uncertain.

"Then it is twenty or thirty times more effective than this steamed stuffed bun?"

Song Yu smiled and said, "It depends on fate."

Chen Tianhua didn't speak any more, he seemed to be thinking about something.

Xia Ling spoke bluntly, and asked, "Boss Song, what aspect of fate are you talking about?"

"How can fate be so specific? I'm not a fortune teller either."

Xia Ling had no choice but to look at Chen Tianhua.

On the contrary, Han Qinglong seemed to have regained his spirit and came over.

"Boss Song, do you think I have a fate with you?"

"No."

This guy's family dares to raise monsters, he is not an ordinary person.

If he hadn't opened a snack bar now, he would have followed Han Qinglong's template to start a novel on Endpoint Novels.com.

The name is "Terror Resurrection: My Husband is the Demon Emperor" or "Yaoshou, my dog ​​has become a spirit", and it is designated to explode and take off to prove the truth.

At this time, Han Qinglong was not as anxious as before, and said, "Boss Song, take a closer look, what if we are really destined?"

"I don't know how to read faces." Song Yu said.

Han Qinglong hecked, and said again: "Then Boss Song, do you need a shop assistant here?"

Song Yu was taken aback.

You kid, you've got my eye on me, haven't you?

"No shortage."

Han Qinglong was a little disappointed: "Then Boss Song is short of shop assistants, so he must find me first. This is my specialty. I have been in the shop for more than ten years, and I have a lot of experience."

Song Yu:? ? ?

What is your logic?

What is the connection between the venue and the clerk?

Xia Ling listened curiously, stared at him and asked: "Have you been watching the show for ten years, right? You have been watching the show since you were thirteen or fourteen years old? Hell? Believe it or not, you can still be caught in these years."

Han Qinglong froze for a moment, as if thinking of the identities of the three people next to him, he froze.

"I worked as a part-time job in the summer vacation of high school, and worked as a security guard at the gate of a relative's screw factory."

Everyone: ...

This guy doesn't talk about his Dahei now, but he can't see the panic or disbelief of having a monster at home.

How long is his brain circuit?

Song Yu wanted to pull it apart to have a look.

Of course, he has only practiced cooking for two and a half years, because he is good at cooking, but he is still a bit unfamiliar with brain tricks.

At this time, Chen Tianhua frowned and looked towards the window.

Through the gaps in the curtains, there seems to be a figure flickering on the roof next to the alley.

"That's not from the Bureau."

The old grandson's expression sank, and he said.

Chen Tianhua nodded silently, and said: "I'm not a member of the Three Religions, but I'm a ghost controller."

Xia Ling blinked, not daring to say what was on her mind.

Chen Tianhua pondered for a moment, and took out a kit, but there was a blue talisman on it.

Song Yu's eyebrows twitched a few times as he watched.

Where are these people's stuff? Take out one after a while, and I haven't seen you have so many pockets.

Are you all changed from Doraemon?

Chen Tianhua handed the thing to Song Yu, "This is a low-level ghost, recharge it for me."

Song Yu was surprised that this guy had caught Li Gui before.

"okay."

Song Yu fetched the bag of flour and took Li Gui as usual.

As expected of my kitchen utensils, I still make it docile when I receive the ghosts.

Song Yu muttered inwardly as he watched the Li Gui who had been put into a flour bag and made no movement.

When the five thousand points were credited to the account, he immediately got two thousand and five, and his attitude suddenly became friendly.

Ding dong...

While the imprint on the arm was slightly warming, the computer beeped a new message.

Song Yu found that several people turned a blind eye.

Didn't hear or didn't care?

Chen Tianhua cupped his hands, and said solemnly: "I want to apply for a senior member. As a senior member, can I ask Boss Song to continue making steamed buns for the new food?"

Song Yu smiled, "It's all about fate, I think this ghost has a little fate with me."

Chen Tianhua's eyes lit up, and he felt that he had caught something.

"Maybe we will provide Boss Song with a steady stream of inspiration."

Song Yu waved his hand, "Damn, why are you being so polite as friends?"

He looked out the window.

Because just now, he inexplicably felt that something was flying towards the small shop.

The other party's target was the small shop. This feeling surprised Song Yu, and he glanced at his arm.

The imprint appeared and disappeared, as if reminding himself.

Following his gaze, several people looked curiously at the distant sky.

Nothing.

They were puzzled.

But just when they were about to turn back, Chen Tianhua had a thought.

"Boss Song, I still have important matters to attend to, so don't bother me, Xiaoling, you and Han Qinglong stay in the store and don't run around."

After speaking, he opened the door and walked out quickly.

Lao Sun followed him. As soon as the two of them went out, they saw a sword light piercing the sky, which was in the direction Song Yu's gaze was pointing at earlier.

Chen Tianhua raised his hand, condensed his Yin power, and blocked Jian Guang, but it was a short sword with a length of one foot.

"It's the Flying Sword sent by the Deputy Commander Wei. They're almost here."

Lao Sun looked back at the people in the store with surprise.

Xia Ling was shocked and said: "Boss Song, did you know that Feijian sent a letter?"

When Chen Tianhua stopped the dagger, she understood what was going on.

I have never eaten pork and seen pigs running.

Song Yu shook his head again and again, "I've never seen something as tall as Feijian Biography, how could it be sensed from such a distance."

Afterwards, he covered his forehead, and said in distress: "Hey, Baozi... How should I study this new Baozi? It's really difficult for me to be a cook."

It is really difficult to make high-end steamed stuffed buns, just because this thing is completely random, what if this ghost is ground to death and doesn't give pork?

If the ingredients are different, will the steamed buns still have the effect of keeping the Lingtai clear?

Song Yu carried the noodle bag containing Li Gui, frowned and went to the back kitchen.

Xia Ling looked confused. She didn't believe what Song Yu said just now. She knew that Fei Jian had sent a message for a long time.

But looking at him, it seems that buns are difficult to make?

Outside, Lao Sun's whole body was filled with evil energy, the taxi reappeared, and after Chen Tianhua got on it, the two left without a trace.

In the car, the two were silent for a while, and Lao Sun finally said, "Old Chen, have you ever thought about tying Song Yu back?"

Chen Tianhua said quietly: "Why don't you try? But don't use the name of the Special Affairs Bureau."

Old Sun rolled his eyes and stopped talking.

Chen Tianhua said to himself: "Where did Song Yu come from? Did he really rely on his family's ancestral magic weapon?

"But Feijian sent the letter to me, and he knew it before I even sensed it.

"But I really didn't sense anything from him. The young people nowadays are more terrifying than the other."

But Old Sun smiled and said: "Young man? Why can't he be an old man with good looks and skills, who can be your grandfather at his actual age? Don't forget those old monsters of the Three Sects. Until now, we haven't seen the top masters of the Three Sects."

Chen Tianhua sighed, "And those demon masters, I don't know where to find the blood of the ancient demon race, there are hundreds of ghost masters in one, I'm really afraid that one day a real ancient beast will emerge from among them."

Inside the taxi, there was a long silence until they met with a group of Secret Affairs Bureau personnel in different costumes.

Let me talk about the classification of ghosts and monsters, as well as point exchange.

Wraith - 1 - Spirit - 10 points.

Evil ghost - 2 - little demon - 200 points.

Li Gui -- 3 -- Big Demon -- 5000 points.

Scarlet Ghost—4—Spiritual Demon—10 Bronze Coins