Before I went to bed, I thought that I hadn’t signed in today.

This matter cannot be missed.

[Ding, I signed in today and got the sword god's move - draw the sword and slash.]

Zhang Yu, who thought he was giving money again, was stunned. He suddenly sat up, startling the two kittens already lying on the bedside.

The One Style of the Sword God???

Zhang Yu looked at the system prompts that appeared in his mind in astonishment, and then a surprise appeared on his face.

He’s really a god of swords!

The span of the arc is so large, which shows that my sign-in system is not just for the God of Cooking, but also has other good things.

A memory suddenly appeared in Zhang Yu's mind.

A figure is there——

Draw your sword!

Draw your sword!

Draw your sword!

……

As this memory ended, Zhang Yu suddenly felt that his hands were itchy.

Nima.

My hands are itchy and I really want to try it.

I looked around and found nothing suitable.

Thinking of a watermelon knife in the kitchen, Zhang Yu put on his slippers and went to the kitchen to take out the watermelon knife.

Standing in the yard, looking at the watermelon knife, Zhang Yu felt a strange emotion in his heart.

This knife——

Can pull it out!

As soon as this idea came to his mind, Zhang Yu threw the garlic clove he just picked up in the kitchen into the air. A sudden realization came to his mind and he dropped the machete in his hand.

It seems that I have taken action, but it seems that I have not taken action.

The garlic clove fell to the ground. Zhang Yu bent down and leaned against the light in the room and found that the garlic clove had become two halves.

……

Breakfast was still hot, and Wang Can indeed brought over the two teachers who came yesterday.

"Teacher Huang, Teacher He, come and try the soup dumplings here." Wang Can said with a smile, then went to Zhang Yu and took two drawers of soup dumplings and handed them to the two teachers.

Just as he was about to sit down, Director Yan came again. Wang Can quickly picked up another drawer.

"Director Yan, come."

Director Yan sat down and said with a smile: "I thought I came early enough, but I didn't expect you guys to come earlier." The staff of the column team rented rooms in the town hotel, and when he got up, he didn't see many people getting up.

, I thought I was the first one to come for breakfast. Unexpectedly, someone had already come over.

Teacher Huang smiled, "Xiao Wang told us yesterday that the soup dumpling shop next door is excellent. No, he woke us up early in the morning." As he said this, he picked up a soup dumpling and bit open an opening.

, took a sip.

Wang Can looked at the other party with a smile and said nothing. Sure enough, the next moment, Teacher Huang nodded and praised: "It's delicious, it's delicious!"

"Is it really that delicious?" Teacher He looked at Teacher Huang with a look of doubt on his face. He was deceived by the teacher in the first period, saying that bitter melon was not bitter, but after eating it, it was so bitter that he almost passed out.

But think about it, no matter how unpalatable the soup dumplings are, they are still unpalatable. There is no need for the other party to lie to themselves like this.

Thinking of this, Teacher He picked up a soup dumpling, looked at it, and took a bite.

Soon, Teacher He’s chopsticks picked up the next one.

The other two or three tables were accompanied by assistants from Teacher Huang and Teacher He, and they were quickly showing off the breakfast on the table.

"Boss, here's another drawer of soup dumplings."

"I'll have a drawer too!"

"It's delicious, boss, I want it here too."

Today, Zhang Yu made a rare appearance as an errand boy and brought a drawer of soup dumplings to Wang Can. Zhang Yu quickly returned to his seat to make soup dumplings.

County seat.

The entrance of Shenxian Key High School.

At this time, a queue had already formed. Some students who had not received breakfast quickly urged.

Li Xiaoyun’s aunt is very busy and sweating profusely.

Hot noodles, seasoning, and packaging.

All in one go.

Although he was busy, the smile on his face never stopped.

Li Xiaoyun was walking to class carrying hot dry noodles and spicy soup. When she was buying breakfast, she suddenly thought why she was waiting for her to go back to get the signed notebook. She could have asked her aunt to take it with her.

.

Sure enough, after talking to the other party just now, the other party readily agreed and sent her cheap uncle a WeChat message to tell him about it.

……

Work is boring.

Only when the stall was closed did Zhang Yu feel that his work was meaningful.

Check today’s income.

630 yuan!

That’s it!

Quickly cleaning up the yard and kitchen, turning on the air conditioner, and Zhang Yu went straight back to sleep.

Close your eyes and open them again.

It’s almost one o’clock in the afternoon.

The cat is probably hungry and is meowing.

The same goes for dogs. When they saw him getting up, they ran over and waggled their tails.

Wash your face and Zhang Yu wakes up.

Hurry up and cook and stir-fry.

The Sword God's drawing and slashing brought him not only the ability to draw the sword quickly, but also the understanding of using the sword.

He used to chop vegetables in one go, but now he dares to chop vegetables quickly.

Dangdangdang, so fast!

The soup and rice for the cats and dogs were arranged first, and then Zhang Yu had lunch.

After dinner and having nothing to do, Zhang Yu went out and took a look at the shed next to him.

Not bad.

We might as well show it outside tomorrow.

A program was being recorded next door, and Zhang Yu slipped over to join in the fun.

Teacher Huang is cutting vegetables and Teacher He is lighting the fire.

Through the kitchen door, you can see the smoky fire inside, Zhang Yu Yile.

"Ahem... Teacher He, Teacher He, you come to cut the vegetables and I'll light the fire."

"Okay...ahem."

"I'm telling you, when it comes to making a fire, you have to burn it like this first...and then burn it like this..."

While watching, Wang Can came over.

"Didn't take a nap?"

"Just woke up."

"..."

"You're just taking pictures here?" Zhang Yu pursed his lips and motioned to the kitchen.

Wang Can nodded, then looked at him in surprise, "You haven't seen it?"

Zhang Yu shook his head.

Wang Can had no choice but to give him a general idea, "The dream life is the slow-paced life of the two teachers in the photo. Such as cooking, chatting, etc."
To be continued...