"Qing Xi, do you know how to eat the Snow Spirit Pig?" Murong Yi asked enthusiastically.
"I'm not sure, how about roasting it and eating it?" Gu Qingxi thought for a while and said. Barbecue is her specialty.
"Why don't you try stewing it." Murong Yi said while swallowing.
"Just half roast and half stew."
"Get some more salad."
"And steamed rice noodles."
"besides……"
Next, the two began to discuss happily how to eat Xueling Pig.
Seeing the excitement on Gu Qingxi's face, Han Keshu and others looked sad, and their hearts were really, truly broken.
Murong Yi is just fine. He is not a medical practitioner and does not know how precious the Snow Spirit Pig is. But as for you, you are a medical wizard who is rare to see in a thousand years in the Benevolent Heart Alliance.
How dare you talk about such a precious spiritual beast?
Holding back the pain of bleeding in their hearts, Han Keshu and the others listened to Gu Qingxi and Murong Yi discuss the hundred ways to eat the Snow Spirit Pig.
"Let's go, let's leave immediately. If it's too late, the chef will really be closing." He was afraid that when Gu Qingxi had an idea, he would come up with some strange ideas and think of new ways to eat, so he just waited for her words. As soon as it fell, Han Keshu couldn't wait to urge.
Although he is also a foodie, he comes from a medical celestial sect. As long as he can remember, he has had a special affection for the snow spirit pig, a spiritual animal that is known as the favorite among medical practitioners. Therefore, listening to them discuss how to eat the snow spirit pig makes him feel better than others. Even more painful.
Fortunately, his worries were unnecessary. As soon as he heard the word "Cook Cui", Murong Yi's eyes immediately lit up: "Cook Cui, wherever you are, take me there quickly."
His anxious look was even more impatient than Han Keshu's.
"Tai Shang Elder, I heard that the chef only prepares ten tables of ingredients every day. If we go there so late, even if it's not closed, there probably won't be anything delicious." Qi Xiangdong poured cold water on him.
Although judging from the current situation, Long Jingyu probably didn't have any ill intentions, for the sake of the safety of several masters, especially Gu Qingxi, he still didn't want them to run around the city at night.
Of course, he didn't lie. In Tiancang Continent, the stronger the monks are, the more arrogant they are, and this chef in Qingyuan City is no exception.
He only prepares ten tables of meals every day. If he goes early, he can still order. If he goes late, he can only eat whatever he has. If he doesn't have anything to eat, he will drink the northwest wind. Even if the president of the Benevolent Heart Alliance arrives, he will not make an exception.
"That's it." Han Keshu looked at the sky and his face suddenly fell.
Not only him, Murong Yi was also disappointed.
"Murong Engong, the owner of this inn is actually a chef." Long Jingyu reminded.
Others may not have seen the foodie nature of this fellow Taoist Murong, so how could he not be aware of it? The Long family owed Murong Yi a great debt of gratitude, and of course he couldn't bear to see her disappointed.
"Yes, how could I forget about this! Supreme Elder, why don't we just have a meal here." Qi Xiangdong patted his forehead and said to Han Keshu diligently.
It doesn't matter where you eat, the most important thing is to avoid danger as much as possible and not to cause unnecessary complications.
"How is his cooking skills? Is it too bad?" Han Keshu also remembered that most inns will provide food and wine, so the boss is often a chef. But he was still a little worried about the innkeeper's cooking skills.
"I think it's not bad. It's similar to my cooking skills." Long Jingyu said.
His cooking skills are similar to those of yours... Han Keshu's heart froze when he heard his words.
Looking at Long Jingyu's patched clothes, you can imagine how poor the Long family is and how good his cooking skills are.
What's more, he is still a demon cultivator. In order to cultivate a culinary cultivator who can even torture himself to death, how can they care about cooking skills. It is estimated that the skills of the chef of the Long family are only at the stage of making people full without eating them to death.
"Really, his cooking skills are similar to yours?" Murong Yi's eyes lit up.
"I think it's about the same." Long Jingyu said.
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go over right away and start dinner." Murong Yi jumped up and his movements were really nimble and quick.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that she had been in a coma for several months and had just recovered from the poison.
Although he was still deeply suspicious of the innkeeper's cooking skills, Han Keshu didn't know what to say when he saw Murong Yi looking forward to it.
When I came to the front yard, I explained my intention to the innkeeper, and of course the boss happily agreed.
Running an inn is similar to running a business club, the most important thing is your eyesight.
The other residents might not be able to see the origins of Gu Qingxi and his party. How could he not be able to see it? He had already discovered the benevolent alliance logo specially concealed on the carriage. (In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, Mr. Qi specially tampered with the carriage before departure.)
The medical cultivators of the Benevolent Heart Alliance have such a transcendent status that the innkeeper would never have a chance to curry favor with him on a normal day. Today, someone took the initiative to invite him, so how could he refuse?
For this meal, the innkeeper tried his best and even brought out the ingredients that he had treasured for many years and regarded as the treasure of the restaurant.
After a short wait, plates of delicious food with all colors and flavors were served one after another.
Only then did everyone realize that they had underestimated the Long family, the chef in the Long family, and Long Jingyu. What he said was okay was not as simple as "okay" at all.
The innkeeper's cooking skills, coupled with the special ingredients of Qingyuan City, are impeccable even for gourmets like Han Keshu, and Gu Qingxi and Murong Yi are also full of praise.
The more Murong Yi ate, the more satisfied she became. She simply gave half of the Snow Spirit Pig to the innkeeper and asked him to help with cooking.
The remaining half of the Snow Spirit Pig was divided and given to Gu Qingxi to keep, saying that he would share it with Liao Kong and Feng Xiantian in the future. He only kept one pig leg, which was for Daodao. (Huo Xiaodao, one of the seven domain lords of Huanghai, Huo Ran’s youngest son. His true form is in Chapter 880. By the way, do you want Daodao?)
"Is this, is this the Snow Spirit Pig?" The innkeeper's eyes widened when he took over the half of the Snow Spirit Pig.
"Boss, you have very good eyesight. This is indeed the Xueling Pig." Murong Yi was a little worried at first. Although the boss was pretty good at cooking, he would not be able to make the Xueling Pig well, or would the best quality be wasted? Ingredients? Seeing that he recognized Xuelingzhu at a glance, I felt relieved.
"I happened to see it in an ancient book. I thought it was a legend, but I didn't expect that there really is a snow spirit pig in the world." The innkeeper said with emotion, looking at Murong Yi and others with even more reverence, feeling like a fairy. The monk's pride arose spontaneously.
As expected of a medical practitioner from my immortal sect, look at what others are eating. What they are eating is a snow spirit pig, an ancient spiritual beast.
No wonder their medical skills are so good. Apart from us immortal medical practitioners, probably only the legendary immortals who have ascended to heaven can eat and play with such ancient spiritual beasts.
The bunch of savages from the Demon Doctor Alliance who want to compete with my Immortal Medical Cultivator are simply bringing humiliation upon themselves.
Of course the innkeeper would not know that several immortal medical cultivators, whom he regarded as worthy of being among the gods, had their hearts cut like a knife, and blood spurted out.
Anyway, pigs can't be resurrected, so it's okay if you insist on eating them. But if you eat them in front of us, have you ever thought about how we feel? Do you know how heartbroken we are?
It turns out that something even more heartbreaking for them is yet to come.
