Gourmet of Another World

Mr. Bird?

The pedestrian formula does surprise me a little.

Bird Master, this man, who has been in memory for a long time, is actually in front of him at this time.

Far away.

The smell of food, the flavor of vegetables, and the constant spread of oil flowing through the mouths of the soldiers.

However, all of this seems to have become void.

There are only footsteps left, and Birds...

Even if the bird's head is hazy in the fog, impervious and impossible to guess, the gaze of the other party can be felt on the foot.

He's looking at himself.

The gait was calm and nodded towards the bird master.

None of the surrounding officers and soldiers appeared to have found the Birdmaster, who walked straight towards the foot.

Came in front of the pedestrian.

“You're hiding here. ”

Birds laughed lightly.

The pedestrian remembers that in the ruins of the ancient gods, the birds tasted wine and ate food with him.

This man seems to have his own unique insights into food.

Extraordinary.

But I can't guess who the Birds are.

I couldn't guess when I fixed it before, but now I fix it to nothing.

The pedestrian formula is even less likely to speculate.

“Having suppressed the top demon soul gods in the universe, you are hiding here. ”

Birdmaster walked in.

He smells ordinary, just like the other villagers in the village.

Except, of course, for that fog over your head.

A bizarre gaze at Grandpa Bird.

Of course, the pedestrian formula doesn't think that the bird master has also been repaired to be completely lost, and this person has been mysterious since the beginning of his appearance.

The pedestrian used to think this guy would be Muhongzi, but... the latter is now spending the summer wandering around the universe.

I don't suppose you have time to look for him.

So this bird, he still can't see through the gait.

“Forget it. I'm the only one who knows you're here. ”

Birds faint.

“You do what you have to do. ”

Bird Grandpa.

I stood still and ignored him.

What if Bird finds him?

He can only suppress the soul god for a thousand years at most, and a thousand years from now, the mortal body in the gait may have decayed long ago.

To dust, to dust, to earth.

Even if Birdmaster had let him deal with the Soul God, it would not be possible.

The pedestrian ignored Grandpa Bird, found the village chief and wanted to change some rice.

However, it was rarely rejected by the old village chief.

The old village chief sighed and said that there was no rice left in the village. The officers and soldiers had been stationed in the village for several days and had eaten for several days. The rice reserved in the village had been eaten up.

The old village chief said that the world outside the mountains, there had been a war, many people had died and food was not enough.

He nodded his head when he couldn't change it, and he wouldn't change it.

He glanced at the distant crowd of well-fed officers and soldiers, walking around the corner of his mouth.

Take the basket and turn around.

The gait hummed a song.

Brilliant and written, he's completely different today than he was before.

It's a feeling of being released from the chains of the layer.

Previously, he was too tight, trying to reach higher levels, constantly working toward the goal of the Chef God.

Practice cooking all the time, or think about how to improve it.

Or constantly on the way to accomplishing system tasks.

And now, it's really nice to be quiet and find this kind of mind that can cause things to happen.

If you can't change the rice, don't change it.

Walk back in the basket and go back up the hill.

Sing in his mouth, but he'd love to.

Birdmaster followed him quietly, not in a hurry.

The footsteps went back to the house on the hill.

Little White is still sitting at the door, and the mechanical eyes are so dark.

Hachi was in the yard, chasing a bug and running.

Seems to hear footsteps back on foot.

Hachi lifted his head, shook his chicken's ass, and rushed toward the position where the gait was.

Close to the pedestrian.

Chicken claws shoot on the ground, the air waves fly.

The wings fluttered toward the foot.

But as he approached the pedestrian, he was pinched by the pedestrian and lifted.

“Don't be ridiculous, we have a guest today. ”

Walking fade.

Xiao Hayi stayed.

If you have a Guest, you have a Guest… Why do you have to emphasize? Do you want to kill Hachi?

At eight small pauses, the chicken fur burst, constantly pristine, flying away from the pedestrian direction.

Hachi will never forget the evil he did to his chicken wings!

Looking at Xiao Ba walking away, the cubic corner of his mouth pounded, this little guy was afraid of thinking nonsense.

“Cold houses are simple, please feel free. ”

Walking to the bird behind you, Grandpa said.

Grandpa Bird laughed.

“Are you invisible?” With his hands behind his back, the birds wandered around the house for a while.

It's walking out of the yard, watching the busy walk in the yard, Dao.

The footsteps removed the fat fish that had not been replaced with rice, pressed the fat fish onto the caseboard, scaled, caesarean...

“Are you going to stay here for the rest of your life? You know... although you have lost your cultivation, your roots are still there, if you practise, even if you can't reach the previous height, but not the power of the unbound chicken. ”

Bird Grandpa.

“The power of an unbound chicken? Don't talk nonsense...”

Pull the corner of the gait, Dao.

Lifting his hand, he waved at Xiao Ba, and Xiao Ba jumped up, holding his head in a gait.

After swinging a wave in front of Birdmaster, he let go and let Hachi play by himself.

The misty face of the bird seemed to smoke the corner of his mouth.

No more talking.

Just watch the pedestrian cook quietly.

Lost in cultivation, lost in divine power, the only thing that the pedestrian formula can cook is ordinary ingredients without any spirituality.

This fat fish is a pond that grows on the mountain, not a natural treasure.

Grunting.

The water in the pan starts to boil.

The kitchen god set accompanies the gait god entity, suppressing the soul god.

Today's gait can be said to be unique.

With regular kitchen utensils, with ordinary ingredients, you can't see it at all, that kind of top-of-the-line divine chef attitude that's only one step away from the god of cooking.

Add some ingredients to the boiling water and the color of the pan becomes slightly cloudy.

Place the treated fish in a pan.

Cover the lid and wait quietly.

When he caught three fish on foot, he made three fish dishes.

One is stewed fish soup.

One is a red roasted fish.

One is roasted fish.

Three dishes, each with its own distinctive features.

When the walking formula holds three dishes together on a table made of bamboo.

Birdmaster also sat down as a cook.

No extra chairs.

Birdmaster didn't care, waved his hand, concentrated, gathered out of the chair and sat down gently.

“Smells good. ”

Bird Grandpa.

“It's been a long time since I've had this mortal dish. ”

The pedestrian gazed at the bird.

Passed him a scoop of white rice, which was steamed out of the remaining rice.

The bird held the chopsticks in his hand and the rice in his hand.

“Please, excuse me for the poor hospitality in the cold house, which is all I have. ”

The pedestrian path.

Birds laughed softly.

The two men stopped talking.

The bird grabbed the chopsticks and looked at the three dishes, and the white rice in his hand, he sighed.

A fish soup was scooped on foot.

Clear fish soup, crisp and transparent, with a hint of sweetness, floating with a few strawberries, looks very elegant.

Grunts.

A sip of fish soup into the stomach.

Your body seems warm.

The heat flows through your body and your stomach feels hungry.

I took a sip of rice, a sip of soup, a bite of fish meat on foot...

The red roasted fish is tender and the sauce infiltrates the fish meat, making the flavor more delicious.

The fire of the roast fish is very well understood.

At least, the smell in the fish makes the birds feel very sad.

Birds eat.

There was a palpitation in my heart.

Is the cooking on the pedestrian side regressing?

Honestly, backwards.

Not even far behind the peak of the gait.

But… that's because of the ingredients and equipment.

If it's hard to say, Birdmaster even thinks there's been a small breakthrough in the cooking technique of the pedestrian.

That was a mental breakthrough.

“Big ups and downs, basically unstable mindset… you do have some magic too. ”

Grandpa Bird smiled softly.

“Are you still eating? ”

Ignoring Grandpa Bird's words, he raised his head on foot and looked at the latter, Dao.

Grandpa Bird.

Watching the gait wind sweep like a cloud, the corner of his mouth pounding.

“Save me some...”

After a full meal, there was only a wretched piece of fish bone left on the table.

Recline on a bamboo chair and squeak.

Birdmaster also touched his stomach and was exhaling.

Although it is an ordinary dish, it is actually very appetizing and comforting to eat.

“How did you find this place? ”

The pedestrian path.

“Intuition. ”

Birds are lazy.

The gait said, "The universe is endless. Can you find a star of life that happens to have me? ”

Birdmaster shook his head with a smile and did not answer the pedestrian formula.

Master Bird doesn't say, and the pedestrian doesn't know what to say anymore. He's just not good at talking.

“Are you practicing? I can pass on your kung fu… for a thousand years, it should be enough for you to recover a little. ”

“Does it work? Thousands of years later, the Soul God was born, and I couldn't do anything about it.” The gait shook his head.

Without the will of the Chef God, you can't do it on foot.

So what's the difference between restoring to and not restoring to?

Just a few more days?

However, the pedestrian formula did not want this, he wanted to live the pain.

All these years in the mountain village, he had a great time.

Birds silent.

“If you don't practice... you'll be dead in two hundred years at most. ”

"“ Aren't you afraid? ”

“What's the use of living longer and not being happy?” Pedestrian fade.

It was getting late and he stood up and looked at the dome.

Shake your head.

“It's late at night, it's time for bed. ”

In the words of the pedestrians, an eviction order was issued.

Grandpa Bird stayed up, got up, didn't say anything.

He seems to have some idea of the path the pedestrian is following.

Smiled lightly.

“Interesting. ”

“Mr. Bao... the world is huge, go check it out. ”

“Bird, I'm waiting for the day Mr. Boo returns, and then... you and I will have a drink together. ”

“Ha-ha-ha...”

Grandpa Bird laughed and turned around and disappeared into the dark mountain night.

Laughing loudly, it shook birds in the deep mountains.

The pedestrian gazed at the back of the bird's disappearance and silenced halfway.

“The world is huge, go out and take a look...”

The corner of the cubic mouth curled slightly.

“Maybe… it's really time to go out and take a look. ”

“With limited life, something should always be done. ”