Gourmet of Another World

A bowl of lid was soon eaten by the clouds and eaten clean, and not even a grain of rice was left on the flat bowl.

After eating the cloud white, Sha Bai's beautiful face also became red, as if there was intense energy flowing on it, struck a full hiccup, the spiritual energy dissipated.

Feeling that there seemed to be a flame in the burning Dantian, the witch cloud white face gradually emerged a delightful color, the owner of the step is the owner, her wounds have been greatly improved with the help of a bowl of dragon blood beef cover, although not completely healed, but less than before.

“Boss Bao, this beef seems a little strange. Why is it so intense and spiritual? The rice is also very special. The entrance is full of chewing energy, but after swallowing it, it is like a big pill, full of fine air.” The clouds of witchcraft twitch.

The gait listened to the evaluation of the witch cloud white, the corner of the mouth slightly teased, this rice is dragon blood rice, although it is just dragon blood rice poured by ordinary dragon blood, but it is definitely much better than ordinary rice, even some spiritual rice is not comparable.

Dragon-blooded rice is not only a delicious ingredient, but also a medicine.

As for the beef, not to mention the beef of the seven-stage dragonfly, it must be very spiritual, and the taste and walking formula have been tested long ago, excellent.

These two ingredients are naturally a delicious blend of dishes cooked together.

The witch cloud is filled with spirituality and energy, she must find a place to practice and digest all this energy so that her injuries can be scored again.

So Master Wu and Witch Cloud White are all farewell and walking farewell.

Before leaving, Wu Yunbai glanced at Ani and his eyes were a little deep, "I hope you don't look away at what you promised me. ”

Arnie nodded and paid a respectful tribute to Witch Cloud White, expressing her gratitude for her efforts.

Wu Yunbai didn't say anything, and with Master Wu, he left the small shop on foot.

“Mr. Bo... is it time to heal my Uncle Rain Peak?” Arnie said in a bit of a hurry.

Yufu also looked at the gait with some excitement and anticipation.

However, the pedestrian formula swept the three of them with a faint glance and said: "Don't worry, I told you that at the end of business hours, I would cook psychoactive medicine to save him, naturally I won't break my word, you can wait in peace, don't rush. ”

The walk was super light, and when I finished, I went back into the kitchen.

Ouyang Xiaoyi blinked her eyes and stumbled onto the edge of the five-grain Enlightenment tree. She found a comfortable position and sat down. Although she had not practiced, smelling the tree fragrance of the Enlightenment tree was still somewhat beneficial to repair.

The opening hours of the day soon passed, during which some acquaintances came to the small shop, ate the food and left, and they also followed the strengths of Wuwen Dao Tree.

When two rounds of a somewhat blurred bend moon floated in the already bleak sky, walking is the end of a day's business hours.

He walked out of the kitchen, wiped away the water stains in his hand, came to the small spot, pulled a chair and sat down, looking at the three snakesmen Yufu in his spare time.

He went to Fantasy Spirit Ze and took the Lotus seed of the Ice King Lotus, which was supposed to belong to the Snake Nation's natural treasure. He walked away and naturally couldn't fail to show a little, which is why he helped to heal the Snake Man Rain Peak.

Actually, it's kind of an exchange of equivalents.

Originally, because the conditions were so difficult, the beef porridge of the dragon brewed by foot could only slow down the injury of the Snake Man Rain Peak. Now that they had come to Didu, the foot formula promised to make a psychotropic meal to cure him, then it would do its best.

He sat tight in his chair and spoke faintly to Snakeman Arnie.

Cooked dishes for a day and wanted to relax on foot.

But Ani and Yufu were so anxious that they couldn't help but start cooking right away.

Finally, the resting formula, standing up, walked into the kitchen in the eyes of Ani and Yufu Hope, ready to begin making a psychic meal.

Last time in the Snakeman tribe, the porridge made with the most primitive kitchen utensils worked very poorly, and the treatment was ineffective. Now that you have the equipment in the kitchen of the small shop, you can naturally make a real psychic meal.

“Blood crown, dragon beef congee? Well... we need to make some changes.” The square stood in front of the kitchen bench, squinting and contemplating.

He first removed from the system space bag the huge blood crown cut off from the seven-stage Kurosawa head, the essence of Kurosawa's energy, which was the main ingredient in this psychotropic diet.

“If you add the blood crown to the rice with dragon blood, this medicine diet should work better.” He stroked his chin and wondered.

Thinking about it, his eyes lit up because he thought the improvement should be better.

Smoke rose in his hand, the golden dragonfly knife emerged, playing with the knife and flowers, on that huge crown of blood, cut off a piece.

To cut the crown, you have to use a ribbon knife. Once the other ordinary kitchen knife has cut the crown, it will not seal the mouth of the crown. It will cause the fine air to flow quickly, and then the crown will be obsolete.

The good thing about the dragonfly knife is that cutting the spiritual gas ingredients will ensure that the ingredients are free of finesse and spirituality and sealed in the ingredients, which is too important for cooking the spiritual medicine meal.

Took some dragon-blooded rice, not a lot, about half less than the rice made to cover the rice.

Remove a casserole from the cabinet, put the washed dragon blood rice into the casserole, pour it into the Tianshan Lingquan water provided by many systems, and cut the blood crown into pieces and throw it into the casserole.

Remove the beef from the dragon, this time from the leg of the dragon.

The spiritual energy is well preserved under the cutting of the dragonfly knife.

Once all the ingredients have been placed in the casserole, it is easy to step on the stove fire and start slowly to boil.

He single-handedly covered the lid of the casserole, the real breath slowly flowed out of his arm, remitted into the casserole, the psychic diet, considering the level and degree of control of the boiler over the real breath, the mixing effect of each ingredient in the dish should be very familiar.

So making a potion meal is a very difficult and laborious thing for many chefs.

Even on foot, if you want to cook a potion meal, you need to spend a lot of energy and real energy.

Especially this time, because the ingredients used are not ordinary ingredients, the spiritual reaction between the ingredients is more complex and detailed, the requirements for the chef's true qi control are higher and more difficult.

Almost half the time, the pedestrian formula was a genuine output, with fine sweat beads appearing on his forehead, his eyebrows wrinkled tightly, and he dared not be lazy at all.

Walking is serious about cooking, he hopes to be able to cook every dish to the best, so every time he cooks a dish, he actually devotes himself to it, so that his dishes can be insulted without his own craft.

The thick porridge floats slowly with a peculiar aroma, which is very fine, like a very thin silk thread, that goes into your nose with a hint of clarity and a hint of silk.

“That's the scent! It's different from the last time, but... it's the smell! I remember very well! ”

Yufu smelled the scent coming out of the kitchen and suddenly got excited, pinching Arnie's arm and saying constantly.

Arnie nodded with a bitter smile, but again, he was excited.

The fragrance is brewing, reaching deep is bursting and intoxicating.

When a slimming figure appeared in the shadow of the pedestrian kitchen, Ani and Yufu couldn't help but straighten themselves up.

From there is a casserole, which is filled with hot air, with hints of wire.

“Grunting, grunting. ”

The casserole was placed on the table, and the bloody rice porridge in the casserole was still boiling and rolling, and every time the bubble burst, the aroma appeared.

“Blood crown beef, romaine porridge, should heal your father this time, feed him.” The gait rubbed some stiff fingers and looked at Yufu and said.

Yufu nodded excitedly and before walking to the casserole, he looked at the flickering rice congee in the casserole and bit his lip.

She took a tiny bowl of porcelain and scooped a spoon of rice porridge from the casserole.

Precision on the rice congee almost appears, as if a narrow serpent is roaring in a roll.

“This… this…” Yufu said almost incessantly, refined into a vision, horrible.

“If you don't expect it, this potion diet should cure him.” The gait nodded slightly, looking seriously at the excited rain fur, his eyes softened a few points, the way.