Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 715
The status of a spiritual chef is no worse than that of an alchemist. Alchemists heal people with pills, and they heal people with food.

The day people who have practiced the Sutra of Washing Marrow and Changing Tendons no longer touch food, let alone participate in the competition between spiritual chefs, this is directly discarded.

The first place in the culinary competition was picked by Ji Qianqiu of the Sanxiu League, and the second was Liu Baifeng of the Xuanlingmen. He was also the leader who was favored before. The shopkeeper is this person.

The third is Lu Haichi of the Lingshan school. He is the No.13 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 taste it, seeing that his current bald head was burned out at that time.

Ji Qianqiu won the first place in the hands of these two superb spiritual chefs. His ability is not small. The dishes he made not only fully retained the original energy of the spirit, meat and vegetables, but also perfectly eliminated the meat and vegetables. The impurities in the food will melt into the muscles and veins of the body when it enters the abdomen, and the food will be full and refreshing, with endless aftertaste.

In the evening, Ji Qianqiu opened a stove in Crescent Bay, invited disciples from all directions, and said boldly, "I still have leftover materials prepared today. I will make it for supper. If you are free, fellow Taoists can come and have a delicious meal together." , Drinking good wine together, that would be the best."

Maybe it was because of the delicious food, maybe it was because of curiosity about the existence of the Loose Cultivation Alliance, in Ji Qianqiu's single building, dozens of people gathered one after another, drinking and drinking, and it was very lively.

"Ji Daoyou, the ingredients are enough!" Shi Zhengao shouted, and Tong Chuanduan sat down beside a desk, and poured himself two cups of tea.

"Enough is enough, you can eat it hard!" Ji Qianqiu, who was separated by a wall, put out a dish and asked his companion to pass it out, and then filled a half pot of water and preheated it on the spiritual fire.

He wiped his hands, took out a large piece of bright red meat from the Sumeru ring, placed it on the chopping board and chopped it into a puree. With this knife, he seemed to be able to separate the impurities in the meat, and the black flocculent things flew out of the meat He came out, and was swept into the stove by him, "Hey, today's meat is so-so, there are so many dregs."

"Senior Ji, every table has been served, and the seats left by Shi Zhen and Senior Chuan Duan who just arrived."

"Okay, I'm working on it, you should go and eat first, and send the wine in the corner to everyone by the way. It's the authentic Drunken Immortal Bone Wine. Although it hasn't been brewed for a long time, the taste is in place."

"it is good."

Ji Qianqiu neatly mixed the seasoning into the minced meat, and after pulling out the fishy smell, gathered up the energy in both hands, and used a unique technique to pinch it into balls, a small amount of black floc fell down, and the But the meat ball became more and more compact, as if it had become a ball of energy.

In the end, there were only 24 meatballs the size of quail eggs, which were too small for each bite.

Ji Qianqiu scratched his head, "It's not enough, forget it, let's make it three people."

He kneaded these 24 small meatballs into three big meatballs, wrapped them in a layer of Lingmi, and put them in a dish. Just when the water boiled, he quickly put a steamer on the pot, put them in the dish, and steamed them for a quarter of an hour. .

The moment the lid was lifted, a strange fragrance lingered around the beam, and the spiritual tide surged, and it took three breaths before it returned to calm.

The monks outside shouted impatiently, "Ji Daoyou, what are you doing, why don't you give us a taste?!"

"It's not on the table yet, so I won't give you a taste of this plate." Ji Qianqiu responded, and brought out the plate, "I will make it for everyone to eat when I have a chance in the future."

"Do fellow daoists have any idea of ​​opening a shop?"

"There is no big restaurant, but I want to open a private restaurant. When it is opened, I will definitely send invitations to you."

Everyone was full of demeanor, not because of this plate of meatballs, they all agreed.

Ji Qianqiu walked to Shi Zhen Chuanduan's seat, "The others are all full, do you mind if I take a seat?"

Seeing the plate of Lingmi meatballs in his hand, Chuan Duan sniffled, "Chef Ji is still holding delicious food, how dare you refuse, please sit down."

"This is the Huanxi meatball I made, try it." Ji Qianqiu unsealed the drunk fairy bone wine on the desk, and poured a bowl for each of them, "Meat and bone wine are complete."

"The taste is amazing. After tasting your meat, I don't even know what I ate before." Shi Zhen took a mouthful of meatballs and wine, feeling warm all over his body, as if wisps of energy flowed continuously to his limbs and bones , not to mention how satisfied he is, "What a pure power, it's at the extraordinary level."

"Yeah, I bumped into it when I was hunting in the mountains, and the other one was in the realm of life and death, but the meat was too old, which affected the taste. I plan to dry it and grind it into powder, and drink it with porridge." Ji Qianqiu looked at Chuan Duan frowning, Ask, "Why don't you eat it, is it not to your liking?"

Chuan Duan put down the sound insulation, and said, "It's all trivial things here, and it's not worth worrying about, but the head of Shennong is confused, how can he lead us to the upper realm."

"Hey, I don't listen to whether the head is the head or not." Ji Qianqiu drank and ate meatballs by himself.

Shi Zhen looked at the two of them back and forth, lowered his head to drink alone, for fear that he heard something he shouldn't have heard.

Chuanduan changed the way of asking, "Fellow Daoist, why are you free to attend the Daotai meeting?"

"It's not because of the Mountain and Sea Alliance, the Mountain and Sea Alliance is a small group of first-class forces. If you can't destroy it, you can only join." Ji Qianqiu shook his head and sighed. You said that you played well a few years ago, why so? It will be "composite" again soon.

Chuan Duan's eyes flashed, and he drank in silence.

The day clan and some Qing monks would not come to this banquet for eating or other purposes. For insignificant matters, they come or go more casually.

Zhan Changfeng put the invitation aside and prepared for tomorrow's fight. Tomorrow's fight will be formation and music. She and Lianwei will fight in formation, and Wu Feiyu will fight in joy.

She played array for a while, and heard the intermittent sound of the flute from the next door, as if taking a step and panting three times.

I don't know why, but I always feel that this person is going to finish tomorrow.

Wu Feiyu is practicing according to the newly acquired flute scores. Forgive the tunes she knows are used to train Gu animals, and she doesn't know any serious and appreciative tunes, and she doesn't want to discuss the violin with others. Di Xin. Feeling vented, but unfortunately, after hearing about Le Dou, he had to take school exams.

The small building of the day clan was shrouded in the sound of her flute, and the idlers retreated for three houses on their own. Qi Huan paused as he hurriedly approached, and when he went to find Zhan Changfeng to ask a few questions, he received a voice transmission , leaving anxiously.

Not far from Crescent Bay, there is Daxian Village where Fangzheng lived. Qi Huan showed his token and arrived at King Jingyao's other courtyard unimpeded.

"Father, is there any news about my sister?" Qi Huan met King Jingyao's indifferent gaze, paused in his steps forward, felt a chill in his heart, and lowered his head guiltily.

(End of this chapter)