C45

See how long you can stand it

Bao Ye touched his bare butt, and a few black lines appeared on his forehead.

This time, he really let the bird slip away.

Fortunately, the sky was now covered in dust, and the people below could not see him in the sky.

When Dong Lingce was almost done laughing, he asked the person in the sky with a voice transmission, "How's the scenery up there?"

Bao Ye greeted Dong Lingce's ancestors in his heart and covered his mouth with his hands as he shouted, "The scenery is especially good."

"How good is it?"

"I saw a beautiful woman …"

Dong Lingce raised his eyebrows. This guy really knows how to talk nonsense. There was only dust on his face, so where did this woman come from?

"She kept crying and telling me that she had let me down and given birth to a son worse than an animal. She already knew that her son loved to make fun of people and liked to put her happiness on top of other people's pain. She shouldn't have given birth to this beast."

Dong Lingce squinted his eyes. "Good, he's scolding me in a roundabout way."

He forcefully swung the rope, and Bao Ye was thrown to the east and west all of a sudden. He was like a badminton as he was beaten up.

Suddenly, something hit Bao Ye in the face.

He hurriedly caught the object that had fallen from his face. When he focused his eyes, he discovered that it was actually a white pigeon.

Dong Lingce also saw it. He stopped shaking and said, "Catch a few pigeons for me to come down and have some stew."

Bao Ye looked at the pigeon in his hand in speechlessness, then looked at the sky full of dust. Where would he go to find a pigeon to stew for the godly essence disease to eat?

Just then, three human figures flew past him at the speed of Truck s.

Bao Ye was slightly shocked when he saw the side face of one of them. He looked like a good brother in thirty years.

He chased after them, but before he got far, his wrist was grabbed by someone, and he could only watch as the three people disappeared in front of him.

"Where to?" Dong Lingce's lazy voice reached Bao Ye's ears.

"Catch the pigeons." Bao Ye lied as he watched the three of them disappear. Just now, there was too much sand, so he couldn't see it clearly, and the other party flew past them very quickly, so perhaps he was wrong. The important thing was that his good brother wasn't born 30 years ago, so he couldn't appear in this era, so he must have seen it wrong.

Finally, Bao Ye caught two pigeons and brought them back to the building.

Dong Lingce looked at the pigeon in his hand and curled his lips: "Bring it to the kitchen for me to cook. If it doesn't taste good, I'll just pour it directly from your lower body."

"Then just let your chef cook for you. I don't have the skills to cook for you." Bao Ye put the pigeon on the table, then pulled down the tablecloth to surround his lower body, "I'm afraid that even if I cook well, you'll say that it's not good. That way, you'll have a reason to mess with me again."

Dong Lingce would never give him the chance to refuse. He would sweep people and pigeons out of the door together and then use his spell to create a mystic mirror. He saw Bao Ye outside the door carrying the pigeon with a depressed look on his face.

He smirked. "Let's see how long you can endure this."

Bao Ye carried the pigeon into the elevator and went down to the third floor, where he met Ol 'Six and the others.

The sixth brother said bitterly, "The wind is too strong today. The chef at the staff restaurant didn't come to the construction site, so Deacon Tao told us from Ministry of Health to prepare the food. I have never seen anyone cook before, so I didn't know how to cook at all."

Nian Gao scowled: "Me too."

Slaves were assigned well, and there were slaves who were in charge of cooking. When they returned to the slave quarters after work, they could eat, but they would never have the opportunity to watch others cook.

Bao Ye looked at the pigeon in his arms: "Did Deacon Tao say how many people should be cooked?"

"Deacon Tao said that the wind is strong today, so there aren't many people coming to the office. Including Master and the three of us, there are a total of 15 people."

"Fortunately, there aren't many people." Bao Ye came to the kitchen with them, "Old Six, Nian Gao, you two are in charge of washing the vegetables."

"Can you cook?" Nian Gao asked.

"A little." Two years before his adoptive father died, in order to prevent his adoptive father from working so hard, Bao Ye snatched the cooking job.

Nian Gao quickly said, "If you don't like the food that's cooked to be bad, you have to take responsibility."

Bao Ye gave him a glance, then handed the pigeon to Liu Yi and started boiling water to wash the rice.

When Nian Gao and Ol 'Six saw Bao Ye's cutting speed, both of them were dumbfounded. The knife skills and speed were comparable to a chef. Although they had never seen a chef cutting dishes, in their eyes, Bao Ye was like a chef.

What made them even more surprised was that the food that Bao Ye cooked was especially delicious. Compared to the food from before, it was even more delicious.

However, slave cooks needed to cook thousands of people, and the people who ate the food were slaves, so it was good that they could be cooked. The food they ate at home was almost the same as the food at the construction site. They had never seen anyone cook before, neither had they been taught how to cook by the recipes. Their thoughts were not on the dishes, so the dishes cooked were definitely not tasty.

When it was time for lunch, Liu Tie and Dong Lingce were surprised by the dishes cooked by Bao Ye. Although they were not as delicious as the head chef, they were still quite tasty for the slaves.

"You've learned how to cook?" Dong Lingce asked.

Bao Ye lied, "I learned it from my big brother's dormitory area."

Dong Lingce picked up his chopsticks and ate without saying anything.

Bao Ye left the office. Seeing that the wind had stopped blowing outside, he thought for a moment and teleported back to the slave shelter. Last night, he had set up a barrier around the beds in the shed, so the beds were not blown away.

He quickly changed his clothes, took his waist pouch and the notebook Zhou Xiaochuan gave him to look for someone.

There were a total of three hundred and sixty-four people with the same surname or voice as Bao. Excluding the gender and children under the age of fifteen, there were only sixty-four remaining.

When Bao Ye arrived at the Northern District, the streets and alleys were a mess. Trees were thrown upside down, all kinds of junk were piled up on the ground, and many injured slaves were moaning in pain on the ground.

They were all blown high into the air by the strong wind and then smashed heavily onto the ground, so most of them had their legs broken.

Seeing such a scene, Bao Ye immediately threw the incident to the back of his mind and quickly healed the injured slave: "Brother, your leg is broken, so you can't move."

He went up and stopped male slave, who was trying to get up, "Let me show you."

male slave was shocked by his ugly face and cried out in sadness, "Can my leg still be healed?"

When Bao Ye checked on him again, he secretly added in his God Power: "Alright, take good care of your wounds and you'll definitely be able to recover."

"Take good care of your wounds …" male slave's face was full of sadness. As a lowly slave, how could he have the conditions to properly recuperate?

Bao Ye went to the side and grabbed the slave's leg with a rag and a wooden board.

He was so focused on healing the slaves that he didn't notice that there were two men looking at him from a short distance away.