Konoha Seven Taste House

Rice-free cooking Qiankun pie, from 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?"

Zhen Xiu nodded.

"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?"

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

The so-called rice-free cooking Qiankun cake 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 has the function of the fruit belly and does not have the effect of supplementing nutrition.

After all, Guanyin soil cannot be digested at all for the human body, 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.

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.

But with his production method, this kind of situation will not happen.

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

The cake can be stored for a long time, and at the speed of real cultivation, a Qiankun cake can be made enough for 800 people to eat for three months 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 plans to send a batch of glutinous glutinous rice balls 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 small whirlwind 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!"

Zhen Xiu 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 in an instant, and then kick it hard!

Boom!

The pocket hit the wall with 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 is 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 into the pocket.

"The wind blows the spice!"

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

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

"Meteor rushes to the moon!"

"Snake hits seven inches!"

"From all directions!"

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, even the real cultivation did not know the reason, but he made a 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 of Yarnbu Knit.

"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 afterwards, 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 meal, but it is definitely delicious for those hungry.

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

"Not bad."

"Mr. Zhenxiu, you are really amazing."

"Hey, 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."