The status of a spiritual chef is no worse than that of an alchemist. Alchemists treat people with elixirs, while they treat people with food.
The Day people who practice the Marrow Cleansing and Tendon Changing Sutra drink wind and eat dew and no longer touch food, let alone participate in the competition between spiritual chefs, this item has been directly abandoned.
The first place in the cooking competition was won by Ji Qianqiu of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance, and the second place was Liu Baifeng of the Xuanling Sect. He was also the promising leader before. The Xuanling Sect has a restaurant under his name that has opened all over the two continents. This is the shopkeeper.
The third one is Lu Haichi of the Lingshan School. He is the thirteenth rookie. He loves cooking. He typically eats wherever he goes. There is nothing he doesn’t like to eat and there is nothing he can’t cook.
Once a little phoenix appeared in a place called Mingsha, and he wanted to catch it and have a taste. It was at that time that his current bald head was burned off.
Ji Qianqiu took the first place in the hands of these two top spiritual chefs. He was very capable. The dishes he made not only fully retained the original energy of spiritual meat, spiritual vegetables, but also perfectly eliminated the elements in meat dishes. The impurities enter the abdomen and dissolve into the body's muscles and veins, making you feel full and refreshed, with endless aftertaste.
At night, Ji Qianqiu opened the stove in Crescent Bay, invited disciples from all over the world, and said generously, "There are still some ingredients left for today's preparation. It will be a midnight snack. If you are free, fellow Taoists can come and have a delicious meal together." , drinking wine together, that would be perfect.”
Perhaps it was for this delicious meal, or perhaps because of curiosity about the existence of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, dozens of people gathered in Ji Qianqiu's single building one after another, drinking and drinking together, and it was very lively.
"Fellow Daoist Ji, there are enough ingredients!" Shi Zhengao shouted, and Tong Chuanduan sat down next to a table and poured himself two cups of tea.
"Enough, you can eat as much as you want!" Ji Qianqiu, who was across the wall, filled out a dish and asked his companions to hand it out. Then he filled a half-filled pot of water and set it on the spiritual fire to preheat.
He wiped his hands, took out a large piece of bright red meat from the Sumeru ring, put it on the cutting board and chopped it into minced meat. His slashing seemed to be able to separate the impurities in the meat, and the black floc-like things flew out of the meat. He came out and was swept into the stove, "Hey, the meat today is so-so, there is so much scum."
"Senior Ji, food has been served at every table, except for seniors Shi Zhen and Chuan Duan who just arrived."
"Okay, I'm doing it right now. You go and eat first, and pass the wine in the corner to everyone. It's the authentic Drunken Immortal Bone Wine. Although it hasn't been brewed for a long time, the taste is already there."
"good."
Ji Qianqiu neatly mixed the seasonings into the minced meat. After removing the fishy smell and removing the smell, he gathered his energy in both hands and used a unique technique to pinch it into balls. A small amount of black floc fell down, and the balls in his palms The meat ball became tighter and tighter, as if it had turned into a ball of energy.
In the end, there were only twenty-four quail egg-sized meatballs left out of the ninety kilograms of meat, each of which was too small for one bite.
Ji Qianqiu scratched his head and said, "This isn't enough. Forget it, let's make it three people."
He kneaded the twenty-four small meatballs into three large meatballs, wrapped them in a layer of rice, and put them into a dish. Just as the water was boiling, he quickly put a steamer on the pot, put them into the dish, and steamed them. A quarter of an hour.
The moment the lid was opened, a strange fragrance filled the air, and the spiritual tide surged. It took three breaths to calm down.
The monks outside couldn't bear to shout, "Fellow Daoist Ji, what are you doing? Why don't you give us a taste?!"
"It's not on the table yet, so I won't let you try this plate." Ji Qianqiu responded and brought the plate out, "I will make it for everyone to eat if I have the chance in the future."
"Do you have any ideas about opening a shop?"
"I don't have a big restaurant, but I want to open a private kitchen. When I open it, I will definitely send you invitations."
Everyone acted in a graceful manner and did not hesitate because of the plate of meatballs, so they agreed one after another.
Ji Qianqiu walked to Shi Zhen and Chuan Duan's seat and said, "The others are all full, would you mind if I share a seat?"
Chuan Duan sniffed when he saw the plate of rice meatballs in his hand, "Chef Ji is holding a delicious dish in his hand. How dare you refuse? Please sit down."
"This is the happy pill I made, try it." Ji Qianqiu took the opportunity to open the Drunken Immortal Bone Wine on the table, and each person poured a bowl, "Meat and bone wine are complete."
"The taste is amazing. After tasting the meat you cooked, I don't even know what I ate before." Shi Zhen took a sip of meatballs and drank wine. His whole body was filled with warmth, and strands of energy seemed to flow to his limbs. , not to mention how satisfied he was, "What a pure power, it must be of an extraordinary level."
"Yes, I bumped into it while hunting in the mountains. There is another one that is in a state of life and death, but the meat is too old, which affects the taste. I plan to dry it and grind it into powder and make it into porridge." Ji Qianqiu looked at Sichuan Duan with a frown on his face. Asked, "Why don't you eat it, fellow Taoist? Is it not to your liking?"
Chuan Duan set up soundproofing and said, "It's all trivial matters here, not worth worrying about fellow Taoists. It's just that the leader of Shennong is confused, how can he lead us to the upper world."
"Hey, I don't listen to the master's advice." Ji Qianqiu drank and ate meatballs by himself.
Shi Zhenlai glanced at the two of them, then lowered his head and drank alone, for fear that he would hear something he shouldn't.
Chuan Duan asked another question, "Fellow Taoist, how come you have time to attend the Taoist meeting?"
"It's not because of the Mountain and Sea Alliance. The Mountain and Sea Alliance is a small group of first-rate forces. If you can't destroy it, you can only join it." Ji Qianqiu shook his head and sighed. You said that you were playing well in the past few years, why are you so so? They will soon get back together again.
Chuan Duan's eyes flashed and he drank in silence.
The Day Clan and some Qingxiu monks would not come to this banquet for food or other purposes. For insignificant matters, they would come or go more casually.
Zhan Changfeng put the invitation aside and prepared for tomorrow's fight. Tomorrow's fight will be about formation and music. She wants to fight in formation, while Wu Feiyu wants to fight in joy.
She played with the formation board for a while, and listened to the intermittent sound of the flute coming from the next door. She took a step and seemed to be panting.
I don’t know why, but I always feel that this person will die tomorrow.
Wu Feiyu was practicing according to the newly acquired flute music. Forgive her that the songs she knew were all used to train Gu creatures. She didn’t know any serious music that could be appreciated, and she didn’t want to discuss the guts of the piano with anyone. Flute Heart. Emotional catharsis. Unfortunately, when I heard that Le Dou had to take exams for these.
The small building of the Day Clan was shrouded in the sound of her flute, and the idlers retreated. Qi Huan's hurried steps approached and he paused. When he went to find Zhan Changfeng to ask a few questions, he received a message. , left anxiously.
Not far from Crescent Bay, there was Daxian Manor, where the true kings of all parties stayed. Qi Huan showed his token and made his way to King Jingyao's villa without any hindrance.
"Father, is there any news about my sister?" Qi Huan met King Jingyao's indifferent gaze, paused in his steps forward, his heart froze, and he lowered his head guiltily.
