Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Dinner consisted of stuffed pancakes, porridge, and pickled vegetables.

The pancakes were made with leftover filling from the morning's buns, mixed with half a slab of pork and four cabbages, then fried.

The porridge was plain white porridge, and the crispy bits were specially fried by Dou Bao.

The pickles were not radishes but spicy cabbage and bamboo shoots.

The pancakes were thin-skinned with generous filling, fried until crispy, and especially large, with a diameter the size of a washbasin. Jason was eating with oil dripping from his mouth.

One bite of pancake, one sip of porridge, one nibble of pickles.

Truly hitting the spot.

It even made Jason feel like he was back at his 'hometown' dining table.

They were already delicious on their own.

With a touch of 'hometown' flavor, they instantly became exquisite.

Suddenly, Jason devoured the entire dinner table like a whirlwind sweeping away the clouds.

And at this moment, Dou Bao had just brought out a bowl of porridge from the kitchen.

Where are the ten pancakes I made?

Where's the pot of porridge I simmered?

Where's the bowl of vegetables I mixed?

Dou Bao stood there dumbstruck.

She thought that after two times, she had figured out Jason's appetite and had been making each meal thirty percent larger than the previous one, yet it still wasn't enough?

The master's stomach seemed like a bottomless pit!

Are all martial artists such big eaters?

No wonder the master has such great skills, but doesn't have much money, probably because it's all eaten up, right?

Considering the master's appetite, after buying groceries, little else would remain from the apprentices' tuition.

Especially recently, with the price of pork rising again.

Shouldn't we dismiss those two old maids?

A little saved is a little earned.

As Dou Bao pondered, she frowned.

She didn't mind Jason eating a lot; on the contrary, she enjoyed watching Jason eat heartily at the dining table.

However, she thought she needed to help Jason save a bit.

After all, everything had just gotten on track, and there were still many places money was needed.

The sandbags and wooden dummies in the martial arts school were consumables, and the apprentices' uniforms were also the school's dignity, which couldn't be compromised.

Indeed, not only should the two old maids be dismissed, but I should also eat a little less!

Dou Bao thought silently.

Then——

Clang!

A clear, crisp sound of silver coins rubbing and colliding.

Even without paying attention, Dou Bao could clearly distinguish it.

Like seeing a 100-watt light bulb at night.

Dou Bao looked up and saw a money pouch.

Very familiar, she had sewn it for Jason.

It was flat when she gave it to him, but now it was bulging and completely full.

"I have some savings."

Jason said calmly as he opened the pouch and poured out the silver coins, gold leaves, and banknotes inside.

Originally, there were 21 silver coins in the pouch. Later, he seized 103 silver coins, 10 gold leaves, and 31 notes from Zhao Yang and his group.

The 100 gold leaves gained from Chen Tong were placed elsewhere.

"This much?!"

Dou Bao's eyes widened instantly.

Apart from the tuition the apprentices paid on the opening day, she hadn't seen so much money before.

To know, when she buys groceries, she only brings 2-3 silver coins, and that's because the master eats a lot and needs meat; otherwise, an ordinary family of four could live well on just 1 silver coin a week.

After all, outside Martial Arts Street, the best restaurant 'Zui Xiang Lou' doesn't offer a table of high-end dishes for less than 5 silver coins.

And when she goes to the market, a pound of pork leg is only 1 jiao, which is due to a recent price hike. Previously, it was just 9 li. She buys enough to occasionally get some pig intestines and big bones as well.

"Leave it to you."

Jason returned the 31 notes to the money pouch and pushed the remaining silver coins and gold leaves to Dou Bao.

Never having directly handled so much money, Dou Bao was immediately frozen.

She looked up at the usually serious face now bearing a smile, her lips slightly parted, wanting to say something, but no words came out, only a warm feeling in her chest.

Her master wholly and sincerely trusted her.

From saving her to teaching her boxing to managing the martial arts school, and now entrusting her with all his assets, it was all trust.

No one had ever trusted her this much.

Deeply moved, Dou Bao's eyes moistened.

"Master, rest assured, I'll make sure to save this money well..."

"No need to save it; just buy more food."

"Don't worry, the money won't be missing."

"Don't forget I still have a bonus of five hundred silver coins to take tonight."

Jason said with a smile.

At this point, Dou Bao finally remembered what her master was going to do tonight.

She didn't stop him.

How could one go back on a promise made in public?

A martial artist, a promise is as good as gold.

She understood this.

So, after Jason made the promise, Dou Bao wouldn't stop him.

However, Dou Bao didn't just do nothing.

Dou Bao got up and returned to her room, then mysteriously placed a bundle in front of Jason.

"Master, put this on."

Dou Bao said in a lowered voice.

"What is this?"

Jason sniffed and looked at the opened bundle, inside of which was a set of black attire, including a top and pants, along with a pair of cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles.

The stitches were as fine as those on the money pouch, evidently sewn by Dou Bao.

However, Jason wasn't focused on these.

What caught his attention was the 'smell' of this outfit on his senses, which were more than ten times that of an ordinary person.

He was very familiar with the smell.

Soon enough, Dou Bao provided the answer.

"Lime!"

"I stitched lime into the sleeves and pant legs!"