northernbook Chapter 226 Analysis Report
Chapter 226 Analysis Report
Although Wang Shao said this, he was cooking for Zhou Ping after all, so he naturally did his best.
Fortunately, he still has a few dishes that he can serve.
After everything was ready, the kitchen began to buzz with activity.
"Chubby, do you still have Coke and beer?"
"Oh, there's more."
"Bring me five large bottles each."
After working for more than an hour, the entire warehouse was filled with the aroma of food.
Everyone started to serve the dishes one by one.
Cola chicken wings, beer duck, spicy shrimp, beef brisket stewed with potatoes, Yimeng fried chicken, spicy fried clams, shredded cabbage, green pepper and egg, dry pot potato chips, braised winter melon, oil-drenched lettuce...
Everyone put the dishes in place, and Lin Qiye was about to go over to call Zhou Ping, but was stopped by Wang Shao who had just walked out of the kitchen.
At this moment, Zhou Ping was closing the book with tears and snot. If he went there at this moment and was discovered...it would be strange if he didn't run away.
Wang Shao took off his apron and gestured for everyone to sit down, pretending not to see Zhou Ping.
He cleared his throat and called out from afar, "Senior Sword Saint, the meal is ready."
Zhou Ping came back to his senses, wiped the snot and tears from his face, and sighed to himself.
Fortunately, they didn't notice. If they had found out that I cried while reading...
"I'll be right away."
Zhou Ping quickly rushed out of the warehouse, rinsed his face under the faucet, and hesitated after washing his hands.
I didn't know whether I should go into the warehouse.
He doesn't know how to get along with others. He has hidden many things from the past deep in his heart and endured them alone. As a result, he has a bad mentality and is extremely sensitive.
At this moment, he was afraid that Wang Shao and others would see him reading with tears in his eyes.
Ding ding ding ding——!
Just then, the phone rang.
"Hey?"
Zhou Ping answered the phone, listened to the sound of washing dishes coming from the other end of the line, and spoke softly.
"Zhou Ping, are those bastards obedient? Did they bully you? If they dare to bully you, I will train them to death!"
"No...no."
"This time, I'm letting you be their teacher. On the one hand, it's so they can learn something from you, and on the other hand, it's so you can develop your mindset and learn how to socialize. You need to break through yourself, reach that level, and support the entire Daxia."
"Why me? Can't you do it yourself?"
"I have so many things to do, how can I have the time? I'm in seclusion now. Lu Wuwei's realm is not enough. Master, you let him defend it. Among the few of us, you are the most promising."
"..."
Zhou Ping fell silent, hesitated for a long time, and took a deep breath.
"I see……"
He hung up the phone, exhaled slowly, and walked towards the warehouse.
When Wang Shao saw Zhou Ping coming back, he raised his eyebrows at everyone.
Everyone started whispering to each other, pretending not to notice Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping walked into the warehouse and saw that no one was paying any attention to him. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the big round table.
"Senior Sword Saint, I'm not very good at cooking, so I can only make do with this and deal with the two of us."
Wang Shao spoke with a guilty conscience.
Zhou Ping nodded, looked at the dishes on the table, and his eyes lit up instantly.
He was very familiar with these dishes. They were all on the menu of his third uncle's local restaurant and they were all his favorite flavors.
He casually picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of potato and put it into his mouth.
"Ok?"
A glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately began to try the second dish...
After trying them all, he finished one bowl of rice and then filled another.
Seeing everyone looking at him, he spoke a little embarrassedly.
"Eat...you eat too."
Seeing everyone start eating, Zhou Ping spoke to Wang Shao in a low voice.
"You...are a cook?"
"..."
Wang Shao was stunned at first, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Judging from Zhou Ping's expression, he doesn't seem particularly disgusted, which means his cooking skills are pretty good.
"Wang Shao, um, your cooking is surprisingly delicious, even better than Captain Chen Muye's. And you don't even cook at my house! How can you be fair to me?"
Hongying held a peeled shrimp in her hand, took a bite, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"Uh...this hasn't given me a chance yet."
Wang Shao replied with a wry smile that cooking was okay for a while, but he couldn't stand it if he had to do it every day.
"From now on, you will be the one cooking. You must keep me plump and white."
"Oh? Sister Hongying...you are really good at controlling your husband."
Cao Yuan suddenly started to make a fuss.
When Hongying heard this, she realized that her words had been misunderstood, and she hurriedly explained with a blushing face.
"I mean, from now on, he will be responsible for all our meals here..."
"Oh!!! Thank you, Sister Hongying. We will benefit from your help then."
"You...hum!"
Hongying ignored her and bit the remaining shrimp meat in her hand into her mouth without saying anything else.
Wang Shao couldn't help but laugh inwardly at Hongying's adorable appearance. She gave him a very simple and natural feeling. He just liked her and was happy...
Jia Lan, who was beside Hongying, looked at Wang Shao, then at Hongying, and smiled knowingly. After being glared at by Wang Shao, he lowered his head guiltily to pick up some food, not forgetting to secretly glance at Hongying.
"Wow, it's delicious! Sister Hongying will have a treat from now on. Pangpang, tell me...after Molly marries you, she won't eat Western food every day, right?"
Cao Yuan suddenly looked at Baili Pangpang, whose mouth was stuffed with food.
"Cough cough..."
Baili Pangpang was instantly choked by his words and started coughing non-stop.
At this time, Jialan turned his head again to look at Molly on his left and Baili Pangpang opposite him, and his eyes lit up again.
The dishes are delicious, and they are even more delicious when paired with CP!
"Who said I was going to marry him?"
Molly blushed and began to eat.
Baili Pangpang finally swallowed all the food in his mouth and spoke to Cao Yuan.
"Hmph! Then I'll hire a private chef and make whatever Molly wants!"
Everyone: "..."
Great money ability!
Forty minutes later, everyone was full and sat on the sofa, rubbing their bulging stomachs. Faint burps could be heard.
Zhou Ping, who had just sat down for a while, seemed to remember something and looked at everyone with an extremely serious expression.
"From now on, you guys cook and I'll wash the dishes!"
After saying that, he picked up the bowl and chopsticks and rushed into the kitchen.
Hongying Molly wanted to go and help, but was stopped by Wang Shao.
If you don't want to put too much pressure on Zhou Ping, try not to be too polite to him.
This is Wang Shao’s summary.
Half an hour later, Zhou Ping walked out of the kitchen and shook the water off his hands.
"Start afternoon training."
After Zhou Ping finished speaking, he moved a cardboard box out of the room and began to take out piles of documents.
He first handed Lin Qiye a stack of more than 30 pages of documents. The words on them were all handwritten. The handwriting was ordinary, but very neat. It was naturally much better than those of Lin Qiye and others.
There are four to five hundred words on each page.
"This is the actual combat analysis I conducted with you yesterday. I analyzed your strengths and weaknesses based on your fighting styles. I don't know how to use a computer, so if you don't recognize or can't see some of the words clearly..."
"What? You wrote this? So many..."
"This only belongs to Lin Qiye."
Next, Zhou Ping produced seven more documents, each of which was over thirty pages long. Eight copies! A total of over one hundred thousand words!
Wang Shao seriously doubted that Zhou Ping could control eight pens at the same time to write...
Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain how Zhou Ping did it.
In just one night, Zhou Ping wrote more than 100,000 words. Even online writers don’t work so hard!