In this situation, Lin Fang didn't think about how to deal with the disaster, but he actually wanted to teach others' cooking skills.

If Lin Fang is now at most just a thorn in the eyes of the "Huaiyang Chu Gang" and needs a lesson, once he teaches others' cooking skills, he will truly become a thorn in the eyes of the "Huaiyang Chu Gang". If the thorn in the meat is thorn in the eyes, you must take it as soon as possible.

"What's the point of use?" Lin Fang disagreed. "Cooking is just a skill in cooking. It was passed on to my cooking master, and I never said anything to keep it secret. What's wrong with spreading it?"

Lin Fang's cooking skills were learned by Mr. Peng Zilin in the Earth Era. If he had experienced so much at the beginning, when he left the Earth Era, he had doubted the authenticity of the Earth Era, and doubted whether the people there were just virtual data.

Later experiences made him know that everyone in the Earth Era was a real existence.

Especially later, I saw the cannon fodder of the spiritual race that broke out from other spiritual farms. Lin Fangyifa confirmed that the Earth Era is different from all other spiritual farms.

Only in the Earth Era, there are so many existences similar to the Pure Blood Spirit Clan. Maybe as Xia Wanxue said, the Earth Era is really the last refuge for all Spirit Clans.

Lin Fang's ability was learned from Mr. Peng Zilin. In the Earth Era, many chefs learned cooking skills from professional chef schools. There was no so-called teacher education, and they learned routine things.

The traditional way of teaching apprenticeship like Peng Zilin, which was taught to teach and guide, has long been abandoned by the times.

It is precisely because of this that Peng Zilin was annoyed that the few apprentices he taught failed to learn his true skills.

Lin Fang could learn from him and even teach them. If Mr. Peng knew about it, he would not be too happy.

With such considerations, Lin Fang said that the successor of cooking skills had no worries at all.

"Shhh...sh..." Sister Hua put her hand on her lips and shoved a few times, and she was almost in a hurry. "Oh, little gentleman, come out with me and let's find a place to talk!"

"Master Lin, can we eat buns?"

"If you don't eat the buns, it will be cold! If it's cold, it won't taste good!"

"Master Lin, why don't you help me persuade Sister Hua and let us eat some buns!"

Sister Hua pulled Lin Fang out of the door, and she might as well hear a bunch of little hooves chattering beside her. She couldn't help but sneer, "I think you little hooves are all undone! One by one, why are you so greedy?"

Lin Fang couldn't help but smile, "Sister Hua, the things you make are for people to eat. Since they want to eat, let them eat them, right?"

"Hey, you guys!" Sister Hua stomped her feet, looked at a group of big and small girls who were looking at them, and waved her hands, "Eat! Eat! You little hooves to death!"

“Wow!”

"Thank you Sister Hua!"

"Thank you, Mr. Lin!"

A group of girls rushed into the kitchen and grabbed buns from the ladder cage without any image.

Sister Hua doesn't know how many years she hasn't seen this scene.

Although there are many men in the building, most of them are girls.

Some people sell their skills and some sell their bodies, but more of them are poor people who do some rough work and get some meager monthly money.
Chapter completed!