Konoha Qiweiju

Rice-free cooking Qiankun pie, from the hand of Liu Yi, a knight.

It's ranked among the three stars, not because of its outstanding taste, but because of his extraordinary technique.

Of course, the taste is not too bad.

It is better than ordinary pie.

The focus is on technique.

But for the true cultivation of Samsung Chef, this technique is not difficult to operate.

Zhenxiu read the recipe carefully and felt stable.

Soon, Sabuwei led many soldiers in.

They hold numerous hay in their hands.

"Mr. Zhenxiu, these are the hay found so far. Do you think it's enough?"

Zhenxiu nodded.

"It's enough for the time being, you guys will find some Guanyin soil for me again."

"Avalokitesvara? What is Avalokitesvara?"

Sabuori looked dumbfounded and did not understand what Zhenxiu said.

"It's clay."

"Clay? What do you want that thing for?"

Sabuzhi became more confused, but she didn't ask much, and ordered her people to look for clay.

The so-called rice-free cooking Qiankun pie requires three most important materials.

One is dry leftovers.

The second is dried weeds.

The third is Guanyin soil.

Dried leftover rice and dried wild grasses are the main nutritional sources of Qiankun Biscuit, and Guanyin soil is more like the ingredients in it. It only functions as a fruit belly and does not have the effect of supplementing nutrients.

After all, Guanyin soil cannot be digested by the human body at all, nor does it have any nutrients.

In the famine years, Guanyin soil was used by the victims to satisfy their hunger. It did feel full, but it could not solve the problem of lack of nutrition.

And if you eat too much, you will be swollen to death.

I don't know how many victims died on this kind of thing.

This point is really clear.

However, with his production method, this situation will not happen.

When the Avalokitesvara soil arrived, Zhenxiu asked for a room and started making it.

The cakes can be stored for a long time, and at the speed of real cultivation, Qiankun cakes that can be eaten by 800 people for three months can be made in three days.

By that time, his task will naturally be completed.

However, it is not enough to eat Qiankun Biscuit all the time. Zhenxiu intends to send a batch of glutinous urine Niu Pills to supplement these civilians.

Of course, this is something.

The most important thing in front of me is to make pie!

Zhenxiu reached into the system backpack and pulled out a pocket.

Named Qiankun Bag!

It's actually an ordinary big pocket.

Zhenxiu poured the leftover rice into it, and then began to dance.

The pocket was like a long stick in his hand, dancing like a whirlwind spinning top.

After dancing almost, Zhen Xiu took out a bowl, the leftover dried rice in his pocket had become powdery, and he poured it out directly.

After that, Zhenxiu shook it hard!

The pocket opened instantly and it was five meters long.

"Hehe Erxian!"

Zhenxiu drank low, and the swollen cloth pockets drew towards the pile of weeds.

Riding the weeds is not enough, the cloth bag has all of them packed in it.

At the same time, Zhenxiu's other hand dried the broken leftover rice, and at the same time poured a little flour and Guanyin soil into it.

The movements are clean and tidy and extremely fast.

"Samsung high shot!"

Tie the pocket with a rope instantaneously, and then kick it hard!

Boom!

The pocket slammed against the wall and made a loud noise.

The yarn waiting outside the door is not woven (this is not a name, it is an allusion, such as not cutting again.) Hearing the sound, my heart tightens.

"Why is there such a big movement? What is Mr. Zhenxiu doing?"

Sabuwei was worried and wanted to take a peek.

But after thinking about it, I gave up.

Zhenxiu didn't want them to see it, so it seemed that it wasn't very good that he just got in there.

There is no basic respect for people.

Shabuwei was still young, and finally chose to believe in true cultivation, and continued to wait at the door.

She was very curious, what can be made from the little flour and leftover rice that Zhenxiu brought in?

In the room, Zhen Xiu picked up a water basin and poured it into the pocket.

add water!

"The world is tumbling!"

After adding water, Zhenxiu grabbed the rope and turned wildly, even with his pockets started to turn.

At this point, the pocket is like a processing machine.

Pulling hard, the pocket flew up, followed the rope, centered on true cultivation, and turned wildly around.

Condiments!

Zhenxiu grabbed a handful of condiments and threw them toward the pocket.

"The wind blows spiced!"

In an instant, the pocket actually absorbed all the sprinkled spices into it.

Zhenxiu kicked again and began to kick his fists and kicks against the bulging pockets.

"Meteor rushes to the moon!"

"Snake hits seven inches!"

"Everywhere!"

A violent beating.

People who don't know think that Zhenxiu has a deep hatred with this big pocket.

"Nine days to capture the moon!"

Zhenxiu's hands hit the big pocket frantically, and then the big pocket rose to the sky!

"Very satisfied!"

Zhenxiu pulled hard, and the rope fell automatically, leaving only a large pocket on the ground.

Once the pocket was opened, there were biscuits inside!

The fragrant appearance, as if it had just been baked.

The five-meter-long biscuits in the pocket are enough for 800 people to eat for one day.

"It's done!"

Upon seeing this, Zhenxiu looked happy.

This three-star recipe is really not easy.

After some manipulation, he didn't even know the reason for real cultivation, but he made hot biscuits abruptly.

Who is going to make sense?

Fantasy!

It's too fantasy!

"You can come in."

Zhenxiu said softly, the gauze outside the door heard the words, and immediately walked in.

"Mr. Zhenxiu..."

As soon as Sabuzhi wanted to say something, she saw the big bag of bread.

It's warm and fragrant, which makes people salivate.

"You did this?"

In less than two minutes, Zhenxiu actually made a lot of sesame seeds?

Yarn was surprised.

What kind of chef is this?

God?

Zhenxiu nodded, very satisfied with the expression on Yarnbu Knitting.

"Yes, it's me. This cake is called Qiankun Bing. If you eat one per person, the meal is solved. You can try it."

Zhenxiu said, and handed a piece of Qiankun cake to Shabuwei.

The yarn was not woven, and without much thought, he took a bite.

Crisp outside!

Soft inside!

With a click, the outer crust was bitten off.

But after that, the softness and the taste of cake were very soft.

Sabuwei's eyes widened, and she looked at the Qiankun Biscuit in her hand incredibly.

"good to eat!"

This is not a luxurious dish, but it is definitely delicious for those hungry.

"Mr. Zhenxiu, you made these cakes with the ingredients you just used?"

"Not bad."

"Mr. Zhenxiu, you are really amazing."

"Hey, it's nothing. Take these cakes. Remember, one is enough for one person. If you eat too much, it's not just a waste, it's not good for their digestion."

"Okay, Mr. Zhenxiu."

Yarn does not ask much.

Today's food is considered good as long as it doesn't kill people.

What is bad digestion?

Seeing Yarn Buzhi leaving, Zhenxiu murmured, "This should be regarded as eating dirt in the true sense."