I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

() An Lin looked at the egg fried rice on the plate, and the three beasts had already started a big fight.

He knows that his cooking is not going to make an egg fried rice so delicious, all the reason comes from the pan in his hand.

The world's first good pot, the taste gain effect... is terrible!

Anlin has already seen a Kangzhuang Avenue in front of it, that is a food supplier in the world!

Open a unique small shop, expensive, a bowl with soup egg fried rice price 998 Lingshi, do not accept the reservation, only accept the line on the spot, let the customer wash the dishes themselves...

He thought about it, the mouth was flowing out of happy saliva, the boss was not crazy!

He will become the first holy class chef on the mainland with his food. From then on, he has countless spiritual stones, rich in the world, and greets Bai Xianmei to the peak of life!

"Ang, let us fry a plate of fried rice! Wang!" The big white nose and face swollen to the front, the watery eyes filled with water mist, it is particularly cute.

"Yeah, one dish is not enough for our three beasts to eat, then two eggs fried rice, Ang." The clown's face also has white claw marks, the same wide eyes, sold a terrible horror.

"Master, still come to three dishes of fried rice, then we will not fight." Xiao Hong Jiao dripped An Lin's hand, smiled with a look, that smile is really a kind of style.

Anlin was also in the excitement of discovering the New World, and immediately agreed to the requirements of the beasts, and fry four sets!

"Dangdang, Dangdang..."

"Hey..."

Stir it!

The four-plate egg fried rice was released, and the beast pets immediately swarmed up!

After a few seconds.

"Hey, hey, hey... What is Nima? I am eating dog food? No... it is shi! Wang!" The white face was incredulously loud.

"I will never admit that this is an egg fried rice!" After the clown took a sip, he looked at Anlin with a burning gaze.

"Master, are you hiding private? Don't want to give us a stir-fry, you just say it." Xiaohong looked at Anlin with a sigh of relief, a small grievance.

After seeing the reaction of these beasts, Anlin stunned and raised a bad feeling in his heart.

He smashed the spoon to the egg on the plate and took a bite.

"Voice, it's hard to eat!"

He spit out the egg fried rice in his mouth.

Compared with his first fried egg fried rice, it is just a golden glider!

It’s not so exaggerated from the taste alone, but there is no harm without comparison. After the first dish of egg fried rice, these four dishes are really unbearable.

Anlin wakes up, because this taste is ordinary egg fried rice, not the egg fried rice after the taste of the pan.

Bang!

He seems to be hit by five thunders, and the whole person is stuck in the same place and loses all his beliefs.

“My dreams of all the food suppliers in the world have shattered...”

"My ability is gone, I lost the ability to conquer the world..."

Anlin looked at the pan in his hand and suddenly laughed.

The most desperate thing is to take him to heaven first, then let him fall to hell!

"Smelly pot, you dare to bully me, Lao Tzu is not wearing the sky with you!"

"Hey, hey, hehe..."

Anlin started the crazy shabu-shabu and shabu-shabu again.

"Ang, it turns out that all this is because of the pan? I am here to help you, Wang!" White angered and rushed toward the pan.

"It is forbearable, the monkey can't bear it!" The clown picked up the iron rod and went to the pan!

"Let the sun purify this evil, unscrupulous chicken pot, and my egg fried rice!" Xiaohong raised his hands, and the golden light kept bombarding the sinful pan.

"Hey, hey, Dangdang, hehe..."

After a terrible round of attack, one person and three beasts sighed and panted on the ground.

Pans are the best in the world, and so many attacks are unscathed.

"Ang, now the pan should be honestly played by us, and then try to fire the egg fried rice? Wang!" Looking at the pot lying on the ground, looking forward with a look of hope.

Anlin nodded. "Well, I will try."

He also thinks that this pot is spiritual. It should have been this pot that wanted to tease him. It should be honest.

"Dangdang, Dangdang..."

"Hey..."

A plate of fried rice is fried.

"Come, you taste it." An Lin handed the egg fried rice over.

Big white, little red, the clown can't wait to eat.

then……

"Hey, hey, Dangdang, hehe..."

"Hey, hey, Dangdang, hehe..."

Dabai, Xiaohong, the clown no longer believes in egg fried rice, and once again vented anger at the pan.

An Lin was lying in bed with no face in love, and slowly closed his eyes.

The battle of freedom ended, he was already too tired, the excitement and happiness of winning the magic prize had faded, the half-life injury has not recovered, and I don’t know how to make Xu Xiaolan happy...

This is the system pot! ! !

the next day.

Anlin stretched his body and got up and fry a beef eggplant with a pan.

The beef eggplant is fried and scented and tempting.

He smelled the scent and shuddered, and his thoughts rose from his heart.

He took a bite with chopsticks and bit it...

"Ah! This taste, I seem to see the angel, I seem to see the snow under the stars... The bonfire exudes a charming roast beef!"

Anlin sighed, chopsticks quickly lightning, and instantly ate all the eggplant beef!

He seemed to understand something, decided to do another experiment, and fired the second plate of beef aubergine, the taste is the same as shi. He fired the first egg fried rice, and the taste was the same as shi. He tried to fry a plate of pork, the taste is the same as shi.

The door to a new world seems to open in front of him~www.readwn.com~ I understand, I know... This pan is not a dish of new dishes, it has a taste gain, but only one flavor per day. opportunity! ! ”

An Lin laughed and began to feel relieved.

Wanjie food supplier he can't be a fool, but it doesn't matter, at least he proved that the pan is still useful, and his free battle is not in vain!

As for the second plate of beef aubergine, egg fried rice, pork, all to go to feed the white.

Dabai still remembers the style of the egg fried rice yesterday. He ate the dishes cooked by Anlin. He was so tasteless and bitter with a dog's face. He was getting anorexia.

Anlin’s eyes were bright, and at this moment, he had already thought about how to make Xu Xiaolan happy.

That's right, just use a pan!

Impress her with that wonderful meal!

"Xu Xiaolan, you will wait tomorrow, see how my kitchen **** An Lin will conquer your stomach!"