With a roar, the defensive formation's mask was beaten to reveal its original shape, and circles of ripples on the surface spread toward the border of the mask.
In the magic circle, Yu Wan, who was busy cooking and barbecuing, noticed someone approaching early, but because the person was an acquaintance, she didn't take it to heart at all and still focused most of her attention on the food at hand.
I didn't expect to meet you here again.
With a sigh in her heart, she told Hengha to pay attention to what was going on outside, and then she devoted all her attention to the spiritual food that was about to be cooked.
If you want to have a high level of spiritual food, using your spiritual power to sort out the ingredients is one thing, but the most important thing is whether you can condense all the spiritual energy of the ingredients without escaping when they are about to be cooked.
This is the same as the last step in alchemy, which is collecting the elixir and determining the elixir grade.
As long as the more spiritual energy of the ingredients is preserved, the level of the spiritual food will be closer to the heavenly level after it is cooked.
But if all the spiritual power escapes, then the so-called spiritual food will be just a dish that tastes better and will have little help in spiritual practice.
The highest level of heavenly food is the immortal food. It is said that only by injecting one's own spiritual power into the food to form food spiritual power can it be possible to make immortal food.
But for Wan, immortal food is too far away from her. After all, even her master Xian Hua can only cook dishes of level 7 heavenly food.
At this time, Yu Wan's right hand was holding a golden pot and spoon that had become a mortal utensil, and she was stir-frying. With her left hand, she was using her spiritual consciousness to constantly flip the silverfish meat on the grill, and brush some sauce on the golden surface of the grill from time to time.
The aroma in the formation was getting stronger and stronger, and the delicacies on the left and right sides were about to be cooked. At this moment, she had gathered all her mind and concentrated on cooking.
The surface of the browned silverfish meat on the grill is covered with ink-colored minced garlic the size of rice grains. The tongue of flames is constantly raising and sweeping upward, stirring up bursts of rich garlic and meat aroma.
In the Xingyun pot with a large and deep mouth, pieces of meat about the size of a thumb were fried and then poured in again and covered with a shallow and thin layer of ink gravy. At this time, they also exuded an increasingly rich aroma.
At the same time, not far behind Yu Wan, a brown earthenware pot was placed on top of a lit fire. A large amount of white steam with a light wheat aroma continuously overflowed from the edge of the pot lid, and various aromas inside the array melted into each other. as one...
Two or three dishes were gradually coming out of the pot. Just when the aroma in the array reached a peak, it did not mean that the flame was increased late. I planned to use the final stir-frying to collect the gas in the pot. A violent earthquake directly blew the big pot on the grill. Part of the meat hit the ground, and Yu Wan was shaken by the earthquake. The ingredients in the Xingyun Pot instantly lost their luster, and the aroma was almost completely subdued.
Listening to the voices calling father and mother outside, and then looking at the mess on the ground here, and the fried meat in the Xingyun pot that can only be called ordinary quality, Yu Wan's forehead throbbed, blue veins loomed, and he clenched the pot with his right hand. The spoon flew out and hit Qin Mo on the top of his head.
"You're such a coward, you little brat!"
Without waiting for a reaction, Qin Mo was slapped hard. He touched his head with his left hand and waved the sledgehammer with his right hand. He was about to swing it out while cursing.
However, as soon as he raised his right arm, he received another punch in the abdomen and was knocked away by Yu Wan.
Hengha, who had been waiting to eat, was also very angry. After Qin Mo was beaten out, the two pigs separated and jumped into the air one after another. One opened its mouth and spat out a ball of invisible flames, while the other waved its front hooves and kept hitting Qin Mo. Mo Na's fair and blue face.
"Hot...well...you are the ones...stealing...robbing..."
Haha swung his front hooves very quickly. Qin Mo instantly thought of the man who robbed him in the city some time ago. Unfortunately, he wanted to accuse him, but he could only spit out each word.
Hengheng vented his anger after spitting out the empty flame ball, and stood obediently at Yu Wan's feet, watching Hahaha continue to beat him.
At this time, Qin Mo had already fallen to the ground. He reacted and wanted to fight back, but was helplessly restrained by the pressure of divine consciousness released by Yu Wan, and he had no choice but to accept the baptism of pig's trotters.
Knowing that Hahaha was not using all his strength and was just hitting with all his strength, Yu Wan did not stop him. He stood quietly at the edge of the formation and looked at it for a moment, then turned to clean up the mess.
About half a quarter of an hour later, Haha still had more to say, but had to retreat hastily, and became one with Hengheng again.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
At this time, it looked at Qin Mo who was sitting up with his body propped up not far away. He wanted to run over and teach him a lesson, but was dragged by the hum on the other side of his body and could only scold him a few times.
However, Qin Mo was very arrogant. The first thing he did after being beaten was not to fight back. Instead, he opened his mouth and screamed in ridicule.
"Hahahaha, you stinky demon pig, wait until you can speak before you scold me."
Qin Mo stood up and put the sledgehammer on his shoulder, "Huh, you bandits, you stole the master's phantom hairpin, but you still dare to break in here, you are really looking for death... death... "
"Well... Benefactor? What's wrong with you?" He laughed at the end and was about to take action. Qin Mo didn't expect to see Yu Wan walking out of the barrier.
His face was dull and his eyes were full of surprise, as if he couldn't believe how his benefactor could be here. He also held a white jade plate in his hands, and a black thing was vaguely visible in the plate...
Sniffing his nose vigorously, Qin Mo smelled the faint aroma on the plate in Yu Wan's hand, which was very similar to the smell that attracted him just now, but not as tempting.
Thinking like this, Qin Mo stared at the plate of food and swallowed involuntarily.
The benefactor made something delicious again. It looked dark, but it was really delicious.
The sound of a grunt was very clear even in an environment filled with only haha and curses.
Although Qin Mo used to say that he was a playboy and did not do serious things, he was not a fool after all. In just a short moment, he connected his benefactor with the man who robbed and beat him in the city.
His brain was spinning rapidly. Qin Mo thought a lot, but the next moment he threw all his thoughts behind and stared at Yu Wan with a stupid smile on his face.
No matter the robbery, the fate between him and his benefactor was so wonderful.
Yu Wan looked at the silly smile on the green and red "pig face" and the naked gaze coveting the plate in his hand, sighed slightly and said, "Come in."
When I met Qin Mo just now, I had already planned to invite him to dinner and inquire about the news.
But at that time, I was busy cooking, and it was difficult to let him in unprepared, so I didn't open the barrier immediately. Who would have thought that in such a short time, this person could make such a big noise.
As a result, her two spiritual foods were ruined...
"Humph, come back for dinner."
With a few words of gratitude in mind, Yu Wan shouted to Heng Ha again, then turned back and sat down at the low table.
Yu Wan's permission was like the sound of heaven, and Qin Mo ran and jumped over in the next moment. Henha grinned at Haha as he passed by.
Although Hahaha was angry, but at the moment the combined body was being controlled by Hengheng, he didn't do anything excessive. He just shouted at Qin Mo's back twice and ran after him.
When Dehengha entered, the barrier closed again.
After entering, he walked straight towards the low table and sat across from Yu Wan. Qin Mo greeted her with a smile.
"Benefactor, why are you down here?"
"If I had known I wouldn't have run so fast, otherwise I could still be your benefactor's guide."
He kept talking about his "miserable" life during this period, but Qin Mo couldn't help but glance at the plates of dark, burnt and brown dishes in front of the table.
The overbearing aroma of the spiritual food on the table kept rushing into his nostrils, saliva secreted in his mouth, and he could only frequently make dry swallowing movements.
At this time, Yu Wan was listening to Qin Mo's chatter and sharing spiritual food with Heng Ha, so she didn't notice his almost eager behavior.
On the contrary, Hahaha kept paying attention and noticed, standing on the right side of Yu Wan and kept yelling at Qin Mo.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
It was worried that Qin Mo would spit saliva on the spiritual food when he spoke like this.
But the good thing is that Wan is very fast. Three strokes and two divisions are divided into two parts, which is good food for the two of them. He gently caressed their heads with his right hand and asked them to eat obediently. Then he sat upright and looked at Qin Mo.
"Thanks to you, I will eat this for this meal..."
As soon as she spoke, her tone was mostly helpless, and she handed a pair of ebony chopsticks to Qin Mo.
"Hehe, my benefactor forgive me." Qin Mo smiled sarcastically and did not forget to explain while taking the chopsticks, "This is my mother's cemetery. In the past, only my father would come here. Didn't I admit the wrong person..."
"It's mainly my father. He often comes over secretly..." Qin Mo picked up the white jade bowl and took a big mouthful of fragrant white rice into his mouth. He stuffed it full without forgetting to mutter an explanation.
"Besides, I was imprisoned in the valley by him not long ago. If I find him eating secretly here, it will be absolutely unforgivable... Hiss, no, this is not rice?"
After grabbing nearly half a bowl of rice, Qin Mo reacted belatedly and looked at Yu Wan with a surprised look on his face.
Yu Wan just picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth, then nodded slowly as a reply to Qin Mo's question.
Seeing this, Qin Mo immediately took another big mouthful. This time he stopped devouring it and began to savor it slowly.
"The aroma is somewhat different from the spiritual rice I ate before."
"This time the rice grains are chewier, with juice bursting out between chewing...emm, it is fragrant and sweet, but...there is also a hint of...meaty flavor?"
After telling what he had guessed, Qin Mo once again stared at Yu Wan with eyes that were swollen and swollen into slits.
Yu Wan happened to pick up another piece of roasted garlic shell meat at this time. After eating it, he explained, "Yes, no doubt, it is indeed meat."
"Chaodu used up all the ingredients before, so he had no choice but to replace the spiritual rice with monster meat."
As she spoke, she picked up a piece of roasted garlic shell meat again. This time she put the roasted brown meat on the shell and the garlic paste on top of the "rice", and sent the meat, sauce and "rice" together. In the entrance.
Seeing this kind of meal, Qin Mo swallowed his saliva again and no longer cared about the problem of Lingmi Feimi. He also picked up a piece of roasted garlic shell meat and ate two portions like a cat.
Due to the unexpected harvest of black garlic this time, I prepared a black garlic meat banquet in the evening, including deep-fried and soft garlic-flavored meat, minced garlic meat strips stir-fried over high heat, and garlic white meat.
In addition, there is also a barbecue dish, garlic shell meat, which uses the back shell of a beetle as a vessel, puts the tenderest meat from its neck on top, grills it over an open fire, and coats it with prepared garlic sauce.
Finally, she ingeniously combed and smashed all the tail meat of the beetle with spiritual power, then made it into a shape the size of a rice grain, wrapped it with a thin layer of Ophiopogon japonicus powder, and steamed it in a pot.
Although the roots of Ophiopogon japonicus are black garlic, after the two are separated, the grass stems will gradually change to off-white, and the smell and taste will gradually become more sweet like wheat.
This is the reason why Qin Mo can taste the slightest sweetness.
There was a table of earth-class spiritual food, but the two dishes that had become ordinary food were not inferior in any way, and they were favored by the two people and the two pigs.
After enjoying the meal, Qin Mo stopped chattering and began to concentrate on tasting his incense feast.
At this time, the formation was quiet, with only the slight sound of chewing alternating, without any sign of stopping.
