Gourmet of Another World

“What is he doing?! ”

“Crazy! This punch goes on so hard, this pottery pot is going to be smashed! ”

“Is this cooking? This guy's not here to be funny, is he? ”

……

As soon as the ruthlessly smashed motion appeared, it suddenly changed the colour of the people around him. The punched motion was so barbaric, so unscrupulous, how could it be cooking?

Wei Dafu's eyes were also shrinking, he couldn't help but snort, the impactful punch of the foot formula smashed down, he could almost imagine the end of the pottery pot, and the end of the steaming golden potato... unfortunately, the steaming perfect potato, it was just spoiled!

Unexpectedly, however, the foot punch fell into the pottery pot, but it did not smash the pottery pot at all or even make a slightly louder sound.

It was like falling into the pottery pot, the punch on the foot covered the real qi, the control was very precise, the potatoes under this punch, smashed to pieces of powder, but did not destroy the pottery pot, this control alone is unusual.

One punch fell, the potato instantly turned into rotten mud, glued to the fist of the pedestrian, then lifted, the pedestrian fell again, that punch, like a deep hatred.

But each punch did not destroy the fragile pottery pot, which shouted all around again.

The young man's control of the force has almost reached the desired level and is indeed very powerful.

The naive teenager was amazed, his mouth was wide open, and he smelled the increasingly intense potato scent in the air, which, after being smashed by the steamed potatoes, burst out of the scent and completely covered his surroundings.

A few punches were smashed in the foot, the complexion did not change slightly, but the more focused, his fist was very disciplined, the escaping qi needed to be controlled very precisely, just like when the millennium cake was made.

With his punch down, his true qi dissipated into the mashed potatoes, making the mashed potatoes even more incredible.

The real qi dissipated, and a large chunk of potato mud glued to his fist also fell back into the pot, from which the hot air rose.

Instead of treating the mashed potatoes, remove the wooden shelf from the pan, wash the pan over and pour it back into fresh water, this time not for steaming potatoes, but for making soup.

Pour the shredded mushrooms into the pan that has already been burned, take the iron spoon and stir slowly on foot. As the mushroom aroma dissipates, the gait on the face of the walker is also slightly moving.

When the mushroom soup boiled and walked through the potato mud, two fingers and a pinch of it clamped out a small chunk of potato mud and thumped, the potato mud fell into the pan.

The boiling mushroom soup sinks into the bottom of the pan.

The footsteps kept moving, his speed was very fast, and the pinched potato mud was a very rounded bunch.

When all the potato mud is in the pot, the easy step is to cover the pot lid, the mind sinks, is to control the true qi to observe the dishes in the pot, and the true qi escapes into it, controlling the subtle changes of each ingredient.

Real Qi cooking is his skill, and today he is very strong, which is the release of real Qi, easy for him.

When the soup in the pan turns orange yellow, the intense aroma rolls out, a unique aroma of mashed potatoes and fresh mushrooms.

The soup is boiling and rolling with boiling bubbles. The otherwise clear fresh water also becomes thick. As soon as the iron spoon on the foot stirs, it slightly scoops up, the soup becomes silky.

Taste a little, a simple flavor spreads through the mouth of the pedestrian, which is the intense aroma of the dishes cooked by the mushrooms.

Pour the chopped vegetables into it, adding a touch of greenery to the monotonous colour of the soup for a more visual look.

It boiled again for a while, and the recipe put vinegar and spicy sauce into it. It was supposed to be chili, but it wasn't prepared in the ingredients, so it was easy to walk with spicy sauce instead.

Although there are few ingredients, the seasoning here is complete, but it also saves a lot of effort on foot.

I took a clean pottery bowl and scooped a bowl of soup into it on foot. The rich taste was accompanied by the acidity of vinegar, leaving many people with raw teeth. I couldn't help but swallow the soup.

The fragrance alone makes them have a bit of an appetite, and this dish will never taste bad!

“Sour and spicy soup, please taste. ”

The pottery bowl was handed to Wei Dafu by foot. Wei Dafu almost took it from him in a lazy manner. Later, he returned to God. Some people looked at the formula with surprise.

The cooking skills of the pedestrian are very skilled and more experienced than some of the old-fashioned chefs, which is incredible for the age of the pedestrian.

But his focus soon turned to the sour, spicy soup in the pottery bowl.

An orange yellow colour with several pieces of green vegetable debris floating on it, with white and black mushrooms fluttering, boiling and golden mashed potatoes floating in it, adorning it.

This sour, spicy soup is not very refined in terms of selling it, but it's a very tempting scent.

A spoon was scooped with a porcelain spoon. The slippery soup made Wei Dafu's heart feel like a sheet. A bite of hot soup underneath his stomach. The entrance was smooth, and instantly it burst into his stomach. The instant diffusion in his mouth was the release of the ultimate mushroom aroma and the freshness of the potatoes. In this flavor, he also had a sour taste. The just right spicy taste invaded his taste buds, making his eyes unbearable.

Running away!

After a sip, he couldn't help but scoop another spoon. This time, he also scooped a black and white mushroom block. The mushroom block was incredibly tender and trembled in his mouth with elasticity. The feeling of rolling hot made Wei Dafu unbearable.

A grunt, the sour taste made his nose spill a little fine sweat beads.

“It's so good! ”

Wei Dafu was amazed and scooped another spoon, this time scooping the golden potato mud, which is also where he has always been very curious.

The mashed potatoes were cooked and appeared to be attached to a clear film, which was soft and greasy and shattered upon bite, but when the film broke, the mashed potatoes erupted and instantly covered his mouth.

It feels like tofu, but it feels crusty and heavy.

These two contradictions, with a sour and spicy taste, went straight to Wei Dafu's mind, leaving his head blank at this moment.

With a large mouthful of sour and spicy soup, Wei Dafu's lips became red and his nostrils became more and more permeable with sweat.

“Phew... Phew...”

Gasping coarsely, but Wei Dafu felt very comfortable. The soup's sourness and spicy taste just happened to erupt in his mouth. He couldn't help but be intoxicated. He felt like swimming in this hot soup. The black and white mushroom was like a slippery beauty, kneading his body with a slippery little hand.

The thickness of the mashed potatoes made him feel like he was experiencing a storm that was going to sublimate his soul.

The last drop of soup in the pottery bowl is licked clean and the intoxication on Wei Dafu's face dissipates.

Soon, his face was stiff and one face turned red.

A surprising gaze fell on him, the fellows around him, and Wei Dafuna's intoxicating gaze amazed them because for the first time they found this expression on Wei Dafu's face.

“I…” Wei Dafu Zhangkou, trying to explain what, he should be here to pick the sickness, pick the young man's prick… As a result, he seems to have been conquered.

Later, he raised his face and bared his mouth, pointing to the thick soup boiling in the pan. The fragrance of the instant the bubble burst, he couldn't help but swallow the saliva.

“This soup... handling of ingredients... uh, seasoning... uh, that...”

He tried to pick a prick, but usually that smooth mouth, that harsh, poisonous tongue, couldn't say anything, which made his face more blushing.

“Brother, can I... have a bowl? ”

Young teenagers can't stand to be fragranced.

In this regard, the pedestrian formula naturally does not refuse, indicating that they themselves will flourish.

Suddenly, the fellas around them threw away the action in their hands and fought to scoop out a bowl before blocking the sour and spicy soup cooked in that formula.

“Wow, that's great! This is spicy... this is sour!! ”

“How can this mushroom be so slippery and elastic... I'm going to be intoxicated! ”

“Is this potato? What's with the thickness in this slippery, tofu-like feeling? How did this happen?! Unbelievable! ”

……

A shock rang out, and instantly covered the entire firehead barracks.

The men who drank the sour and sour soup of the pedestrian formula were amazed and completely intoxicated.

The young teenager drank a bowl and was ready to sneak in again.

The corner of the gait rose slightly, wiping off the water in his hand, and his eyes fell on Wei Dafu, who was holding on to his delicacy, a faint path.

“What do you say? Are you satisfied with these two hands? ”