Until now Zhao Jiangui hadn't used his two hands to hold a kitchen knife.

Regarding masters, in heaven and earth and all of creation for all sharp weapons that can kill people, a kitchen knife is a knife, naturally it is also a weapon. Although Zhao Jiangui is the number one swordsman, he deserves to be called an expert in not just a few weapons, and he has also carefully studied the knife, they're all just knives, but it appears that doesn't include kitchen knives.

However, he wants to cut the garlic, having actually lost the kitchen knife twice already.

If his skills were not so quick, he's afraid he would've broken his foot by kitchen knife long ago.

Xiao Lin can no longer watch, going to beg the sect's cook to write a cooking manual.

In Ji Han's childhood this cook was already on duty to handle providing food to the sect, she naturally understands the sect leader's taste most clearly. The method of making these egg noodles is simple, easy to learn, she instructs with only a few sentences, so the noodles are ready-made, Zhao Jiangui just needs to boil them, fry up the eggs and sneak them into the noodles, and that will suffice.

She still carefully instructs, the sect leader deeply detests green onions the most, but you still must add ginger and garlic while frying the eggs.

Xiao Lin hands over the cooking manual to Zhao Jiangui, and is then called away by Ji Han to run errands.

Zhao Jiangui stares at the cooking manual, lost in thought.

Even if it were the most difficult sword manual under heaven, regarding him it still wouldn't be this kind of obscure thing he couldn't understand.

Boiling the noodles is simple, the cook wrote the time clearly, after boiling the noodles into paste a few times, the things he dredged out at long last seemed like noodles.

Frying eggs also seems simple, according to what the cook's words said Zhao Jiangui first heats the oil, then drops the eggs into the pan.

At this time, the day is getting late.

The sect leader personally graces the kitchen with his presence, inspecting the progress on the work of the egg noodles.

He watches the raised spatula, Zhao Jiangui's clothing and face are equally soiled by the black ash fluttering around, he lowers his head to look at the two good and round eggs in the pan.

Ji Han is deeply lost in thought.