My imagination has come true

The autumn wind is suddenly cold.

The two rows of old houses behind the Yuncheng Gymnasium have been tainted by the rich aroma of rice, as if they have added a little bit of divinity.

The two elder-level dignitaries of Huijianmen gathered around the dining table and looked at the large bowl of steamed fish placed on it, and their chopsticks firmly pinched towards the braised fish balls next to them.

The two people on the opposite side who came to join the table, Subei Jinglei Dao and Southwest Hidden Weapons, aimed at the only 'big pearl' in the middle of the table at the same time.

The big pearl is on the head of the roasted whole duck. The skin is white and waxy, which is very conspicuous. The inside seems to be crab roe and salted egg yolk, and the color is particularly attractive.

In fact, everyone hasn't tasted it yet, and still don't know how it tastes, but it is so beautiful that it makes the mouth water unconsciously.

All of a sudden, the shadow of the chopsticks was flying, and a group of disciples started a murderous scuffle at the dining table.

It's no wonder that the masters who are full of seats are greedy. In this season, anyone who can become a master will have good food. It means that they have to be fed with all kinds of meat every day to ensure their physical strength.

This body has been tempered with smooth and beautiful muscles, and the inner strength must be cultivated deeply, and all kinds of energy must be replenished.

But how could Mu Qingyun's various recipes and cooking skills be comparable in this century-old era of disasters?
Mu Qingyun read a lot of books at the beginning, and the frequency of reading all kinds of food books and books that teach cooking skills is comparable to her reading all kinds of history books.

Under the skill of God rewards hard work, Mu Qingyun cooks for a day, and the proficiency improvement rate is comparable to that of a serious cook for a year and a half.

Now she cooks the meals by herself, and sometimes she can eat them with eyebrows and eyes: "Why am I so capable!"

The capable Mu Qingyun personally set the recipes for the contestants, brought the chefs sent by the gymnasium, and their own chefs from the martial arts gym to process the ingredients together to control the cooking quality of the chefs.

The dishes made in this way are almost always memorable after eating once, and before they are finished, they start to think about the delicious food for the next meal.

"I'm really worried now."

Sun Chengwen of Huijianmen took a deep breath intoxicatedly, and the scent that came out was not greasy, extremely delicious. He took a big pearl between his hands and took a bite.

The glutinous and soft dough slides between the lips and teeth. There should be glutinous rice inside. In addition to the pure rice fragrance, it is also mixed with a little salty taste soaked in soup.

The taste of crab yolk and salted egg yolk is similar, but also distinct, layer by layer jumping on the tip of the tongue, the slightly hot soup rolled into the throat, and Sun Chengwen couldn't help a layer of fine sweat from his forehead.

"Who would have imagined that in a place like Yuncheng, in a gymnasium like this, I can eat delicacies that even Taibailou can't eat. Do I want to settle down in Yuncheng in the future?"

No, he should have kicked the teacher's door and joined the Yuncheng Martial Art Museum instead.

Sun Chengwen quickly grabbed another pickled pepper and chicken claw, and stuffed it into his mouth to stop his little thought of 'deceiving the master and destroying the ancestor'.

It took one and a half hours to eat a meal, and there were more than a dozen tables, each of which basically had seventeen or eighteen dishes, and only five or six people ate.

In the end, there was not even any soup left.

The crowd finally hugged their big bellies with satisfaction, and slumped on the chairs. Some of them held their chopsticks and looked around to see if there was any fish that slipped through the net on the plate.

The rest silently stuffed every grain of rice in the rice bowl into their mouths.

Food is scarce these days. As the main force of food consumption, these warriors should take the lead. They must be diligent and thrifty, not to waste a grain of millet or rice!

"Well."

Sun Chengwen rubbed his stomach, and pushed back the martial arts training plan for another half an hour.

Now let him practice martial arts, he is afraid that his stomach will not agree.

"I suspect that the chefs in the Yuncheng Martial Arts Academy want to defeat others without fighting, and feed us all into big fat men, so that their senior brother can stand out and come out on top."

"Heh, Guo Shaoying eats the delicious food specially made by Yuncheng Martial Art Museum every day, how many meals have you eaten? In terms of fat, he is the first to get fat!"

Sun Chengwen: "Okay, now that my fighting spirit is up, I'm so jealous that I want to beat him to death!"

Everyone laughed at once.

This is all a joke of course.

At this moment, all the contestants in the gymnasium admire Yuncheng Martial Arts, especially Miss Yue Qingqing (who has just changed her surname) who is able to handle all affairs in the martial arts gym at a young age.

That day, from the station to the gymnasium, these warriors were tense and concentrated, afraid of making a fool of themselves in front of others and hurting their own teacher's face.

All the way to the arranged room in the gymnasium, it was only a few surprises that they unconsciously lifted the Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall to a relatively high position.

But in fact, Yuncheng is just a small place.

The Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall is also ordinary and not conspicuous.

However, several representatives of the reincarnation contestants visited the pier as usual and visited the Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall.

When I got to the place, I saw that it was in good order. All the disciples in the school knew etiquette, knew how to advance and retreat, and had a strong character!

The atmosphere of the entire martial arts hall really cannot help but give people a thumbs up and countless praises!
Amidst the admiration, Chen Yi waited for the masters to leave, and sat down on the stone steps at the door with a plop, hugging the stone lion and moaning: "Oh my god, I was scared to death!"

Mu Qingyun: "Pfft!"

After Chen Yi was frightened, she unconsciously grabbed her junior sister and kissed her.

"Our family Qingqing is amazing!"

She even felt that her martial arts school was managed by her junior sisters much better than when her senior brothers and sisters hadn't left.

But Mu Qingyun couldn't help but sighed a little: "Do you really think this job is easy to do?"

Such an achievement was the result of exhausting both her mind and body, after staying up for three consecutive nights.

However, she was quite satisfied with the result.

Today's Yuncheng martial arts school, the boys are in charge of their own courtyards, and the daily workload is roughly fixed and flexible.

The work of the maids is detailed, and each maid is responsible for a certain disciple in the sect, doing a certain job, and rewards and punishments are clearly defined. If you do well, you will get generous rewards.

The chefs in the kitchen asked her to be divided into groups according to her specialties, and the daily recipes were jointly agreed upon by the two master chefs in the kitchen and the doctors in the medical hall.

After the agreement, the list must be handed over to the purchaser on time, and manpower must be assigned to strictly control all imported ingredients.

The other is the account room.

On the account, Mu Qingyun spent the most effort.

The accounts in the martial arts hall are very complicated, and the account books are very trivial. There are several people who keep accounts, and each has their own habits.

Mu Qingyun simply asked the door-to-door fellow who is particularly good at arithmetic, and spent an hour every night to sort out little by little. The ones that were cleaned up first were the most recent ones. Finally, I know what I know.

Chen Yi looked through the account book in a daze, and raised her head in a daze: "My god, why hasn't our martial arts school closed yet?"

Mu Qingyun couldn't help laughing: "Because we were opened by the imperial court?"

The main income of their martial arts school is the appropriation from the imperial court, as well as the support from wealthy local households, as well as the contributions from some mature disciples, which is earned by going out to do missions.

However, the expenses are too high. The money spent on the disciples alone is not just the subsidies. The government appropriation is far from enough. Just looking at the books, the martial arts hall is heavily in debt and should have closed long ago.