Gourmet of Another World

Sautéed phoenix eggs, cooked with phoenix eggs and good dragon-blooded rice.

Full of fine energy and powerful healing effect, after all, it is the egg of the beast, the healing power in the divine energy contained in the ingredients of the beast is enormous.

Although Ni Yan's injuries are the trauma of the spiritual sea, it is sufficient to use the egg of the beast to repair it. After all, Ni Yan's repairs are not as strong, and the spiritual sea is not as terrifying as those who are powerful in the spiritual realm.

In the kitchen, the witch Ambrose was chopping radishes in her face.

This carrot chopping is also a technical activity, and it's not easy to chop.

Because to practice knife, the pedestrian is also quite demanding, and the spacing between each radish must be the same size without too many errors.

So, every knife goes down, the witch Ambrose has to consider the distance.

Too wide or too narrow can have an impact.

If you make too many mistakes, Echo's temper may increase the punishment for her.

Maybe it won't be a pile of radishes by then, but two!

In the kitchen, besides the witch Ambrose standing in front of the stove with that phoenix egg, the pedestrian also stood in front of the stove.

He breathed deeply, keeping his mood calm.

Egg fried rice, he made many times, but phoenix egg fried rice, walking is still the first time to make it.

Besides, he can't make too many mistakes, and if he does, he doesn't have a chance to remedy them.

After all, he only had one phoenix egg in his hand. Once he ruined the egg fried rice because of mistakes, Ni Yang really had no chance to save it.

Neither for Ni Yan's sake nor for his own culinary dignity, he is not allowed to make mistakes on foot.

So for this phoenix egg stir-fried rice, you have to cook with all your strength.

The boiling spiritual sea gradually calmed down, the gait opened, and the momentum suddenly changed.

The chef at the pedestrian level is no longer cooking with real air, but with spiritual energy.

After all, mental power is more sensitive and more capable of sensing a slight change in energy in the ingredients.

The mind is precipitated and there are no waves in the quadrant.

He had no expression on his face, his sparrow feathers were windless and his hair fluttered slowly.

Tie your hair with a velvet rope, and the gait suddenly changes.

In the spiritual sea, the sound of the dragon bark is sounding, the whistling sounds rush to the sky, causing a huge spiritual wave in the spiritual sea.

Buzz...

A powerful spiritual fluctuation spreads from time to time.

Walking has no expectation of how strong his spiritual strength is today, but at least it should not be weaker than the purple pride stream. After all, when his spiritual strength was gradual, it was almost comparable to the spiritual state.

Spiritual fluctuations seem to turn into ripples spreading apart.

The witch in the kitchen, Ambrose, raised her head in horror, holding a black knife with her hands shaking slightly.

She's a little surprised, she's a little scared.

She looked at Step Boss, who stood in front of the stove, whose breath had changed dramatically.

It's horrible!

Is this really Mr. Boo?

Since when has that grinning step become so horrible?

I'm afraid even the head of the Dan Mansion doesn't have that kind of authority!

The witch Ansheng had no idea that today's pedestrian formula had completely crushed the so-called master of the Dan Mansion in strength.

Whether it's true qi repair or mental strength level, it's a complete crushing.

Restaurant.

Many people squint their eyes.

It senses spiritual fluctuations diffusing in the air, all of which have some movement.

Dogs and Ploughlords don't matter, but the others... are a little creepy.

Even little ghosts were slightly surprised, and she remembered the first time she saw a pedestrian, poor, weak spirit.

In the kitchen.

The mental power of the pedestrian is constantly fluctuating and the bombardment is spreading.

He took out the glowing dragon's blood rice.

This is the dragon blood rice that was exchanged by the pedestrian formula system, and it cost a lot of money to exchange for the dragon blood rice that he is able to redeem in his current capacity.

Though it is not dragon blood rice, it is also quite remarkable.

Enough with this not the finest phoenix egg.

Phoenix eggs, perceived in the spirit of walking, are like a bright sun, glittering and eye-catching, spreading constantly.

In the heart of that glorious center, there seemed to be a sound of a phoenix roaring, and a tiny golden phoenix shadow flowing.

The golden light flashed in the hand of the pedestrian, and the golden dragonfly knife appeared in his hand.

The dragon barks into the sky, and a dragon fiction wraps around the kitchen knife.

With a knife in one hand, he gazed slightly and stared at the phoenix egg, instantly chopping off a knife.

This knife, like tearing the darkness.

In the mental perception of the gait, this knife, fast as lightning, as if to tear his mental strength, slight palpitations.

Brush, brush!

The knife rotated in the hand of the pedal, playing with a knife and flower, and finally the sound of the bang spread green smoke.

In the distance, the witch Ambrose gazed and almost forgot her mission, staring dead at the gait.

She suddenly felt that her punishment seemed pretty good, and could see the step-owner's cooking.

It's a lucky thing!

That knife, the essence, made her heart tremble.

So the knife master has reached the ultimate, is that it?

The knife was incognito, and on the surface, there was no sign that the egg had been chopped.

If it were her, maybe this knife would go down and the egg shell would crack.

Mr. Bo, it's Mr. Bo!

She seems to understand some of the reasons why the pedestrian formula made her cut the radish... can the radish be practiced like this?!

Step up and pat gently over the shell, when the top of the shell is tapped open.

Intense refinement and vitality erupted from the shell.

Glorious, brilliant and glaring.

The witch Ambrose's fearful chest was trembling constantly.

What a lot of life!

It's suffocating!

The foot placed the egg shell on the stove with no change in complexion, he raised his hand and his mental strength was still sensing the egg shell.

The next moment, his palms were raised, and the mental force in his mind seemed to sweep out like a tornado, converging over that phoenix egg.

Wow!!

A bright phoenix roar rose, the light sprayed in the egg shell was strangled, and the mental force of the footsteps converged over the sky, turning into a funnel swirl, stirring the egg oil inside together.

Egg yolks and proteins are mixed together and turned into orange yellow egg drops.

The spiritual sea of walking is boiling, and the golden dragon's soul growls.

The egg liquor was suddenly extracted from the phoenix egg, and under the convergence of the spiritual tornado, it turned into a roaring dragon.

Phoenix shrieks, dragon dances.

In this scene, let the witch Ambrose see the glare, like a drunken mind.

Is this cooking?

Are you fucking juggling?

How can a dish make a dragon phoenix look?

Hands up on foot, hands waved, and the dragon that suddenly converged into the egg drops toward the blue porcelain bowl that was ready for walking.

Filled with a bowl, the egg drops spinning in the bowl.

The cyanochrome bowl seems to be a little unbearable with this vibrant phoenix egg cream and ready to explode.

The pedestrian formula took a lot of psychotropic medicine out of the system space bag and reproduced it, chopping the ingredients into pieces.

The extruded juice was mixed into the egg solution, which was spinning, and the spirit juice was mixed as well.

After doing this, the equation begins to prepare for the next step.

He took out the dragon's blood rice from the system.

This time, the dragon-blooded rice is much higher, just grabbing it in your hand, and you can feel the life it contains.

If this dragon-blooded rice was used to make dragon-blooded rice, Xiao-yu would love it.

This idea came to mind in the walking square.

Soon, however, the idea was dispelled by him.

Because he thinks little ghosts would prefer spicy bloody lobster nowadays.

It seems that the plan to put blood lobster into the fields of the countryside is going to be done sooner rather than later, otherwise many of the blood lobster foods will not be able to show.

After all, there are so many bloody lobsters caught on foot in that bloody lake, and if you're done eating, you're really done.

Poured into Tianshan Lingquan water, mixed in dragon blood rice, rinsed, then poured rice water.

Though dragon blood rice is full of blood, the washed rice water does not contain a hint of blood.

If it is secondary to some dragon blood rice, the flushed rice water will have some blood impurities.

This is the difference between good and secondary dragon blood rice.

Everything is ready.

The gait opened its mouth and a dark golden flame erupted.

This is the fire of the heavens and the earth, which spreads through the air when the terrible heat stops.

The witch Ambrose's eyes lit up. Is Mr. Bao finally going to show his true skill?

Ignition, hot pot.

Xuanwu pot has a yellow hue.

Psst!!

Egg drops into the pan, a burst of perfume like a bomb, suddenly, quickly.

The witch Ambrose was instantly wrapped in this scent.

It's an egg scent she never smelled.

As a chef apprentice on foot, she cooks plenty of egg fried rice. For egg scent, you can guess what kind of spiritual beast eggs are even close to your eyes.

But this time the smell of eggs was completely beyond her imagination.

She glanced at the back of the gait, her eyes showing admiration.

The stronger the spirit, the stronger the ingredients, the stricter the requirements for the chef.

It's not just strict in terms of cooking, it's strict in terms of mental and physical requirements.

Grab the shovel with one hand and hold the pan with one hand.

Hot pot, stir-fry, cheerful.

The collision between the baseball pan and the stove has a gentle rhythm.

Knock, knock...

Every time a collision occurs, the eggs and rice in the pan will fly out.

Golden glitter, brilliant light, a beam of light erupting in one path.

Above the Xuanwu pot, full of heat and fragrance, it turned into a phoenix dancing, a dragon roaring.

This mythical scene shook the witch Ambrose.

The step is very colorful.

Spiritual fluctuations sweep around, tightly locking the dishes in the baseball pot.

Every time the pan flips, it consumes his enormous mental power, and the egg drops and dragon blood rice are like a bottomless hole, wildly pulling away his mental power in the spiritual sea.

A truly delicious dish that pours all the hard work of a chef.

Some chefs only make one dish out of vomited leaching, which is exactly why.

For a dish, the chef's energy is exhausted.

Enough to illustrate the preciousness of this dish.

Boom!!

The fire is shining, the phoenix is flying, and the dragon is winding.

The dazzling picture continues.

Suddenly.

At the end of the last pan, there was a final collision between the baseball pan and the stove.

The phoenix flew away and the dragon dispersed.

A narrow blue flower porcelain dish was prepared, and the pan shook, and the glowing dish was out of the pan, and the hot air was poured into the dish by foot.

Mix the rice with a few thick egg drops and fill the plate.

Egg drops like silk, the scent makes people feel bad.

The witch Anzheng stared and all the knives in her hand fell on the stove, making a fierce noise, breaking the silence.

The pedestrian retrieved his spiritual strength and breathed a long breath.

Phoenix egg fried rice... done.