Food King

Chapter 293 Wang Yan's Guess

In the Qiankun Valley, the man known as the King of Lanling was wearing a blue robe. His appearance was handsome and his skin was as white as snow. He looked weak, more like a scholar.

He stood there quietly, with his hands behind his back, and when his pair of eyes swept over Wang Yan, he nodded with a smile, and then fell on the chef spirit above the dark sarcophagus.

"Who am I? I call myself Chu Ling." Chu Ling showed a momentary confusion, and then took a deep breath. When the voice came out, his figure moved, and he dodged down from the top of the dark sarcophagus. In the middle of the move, the sarcophagus, which was filled with black light before, completely appeared in King Lanling's sight.

"Lingjuling Coffin" King Lanling narrowed his eyes slightly, blurted out, his expression showed excitement, but also complicated, he stretched out his hand to gently caress the dark coffin lid, and immediately a smile appeared on his face.

"I understand." King Lanling said softly, and as his voice fell, the kitchen spirit nodded, as a tacit consent.

"That's right. The essence of the life of the eight of you is gathered in me. It can be regarded as another rebirth of the eight of you, although this kind of rebirth is just the inheritance of memory." The voice of Chu Ling is also full of emotion, obviously His memory was mottled, but he passed down some of the memories of the eight people at the same time.

"This little guy must be the host of the gathering coffin." Lanling King showed emotion on his face. He changed the topic, and his eyes fell on Wang Yan. After looking up and down for a while, he nodded with satisfaction. nod.

"The accomplishments in cooking are not bad, but the overall strength is still too weak." King Lanling said again without any shyness, while Wang Yan on the side smiled wryly and fell silent. Everything is vaguely speculative.

"Let's go. Let's go talk. By the way, I don't know how many years. I haven't tasted the delicacies in the world." Seeing that the two were silent, King Lanling said again, and then, with a wave of his palm, suddenly appeared One stone table and three stone benches.

"Let's go, since the King of Lanling has shown up, I should let you know about some things." The kitchen spirit said solemnly, and put away his usual arrogance at this moment. After his voice fell, he sat down with the King of Lanling separately. Come down, and Wang Yan sat down on the last stone bench after pondering for a while.

"What's the name of this dish, little guy?" King Lanling moved his palm, and the Qiankun pot fell on the stone table in an instant. At the same time, his eyes showed great interest, and he asked.

"Water-explosive Longmen carp." Wang Yan said respectfully. As the eighth generation king of cooking, King Lanling's contribution to cooking and his accomplishments are far beyond the reach of others. Thought, it is still worthy of Wang Yan's respect.

"Good name." King Lanling praised, and then his eyes fell on the fish floating in the crystal soup. The snow-white fish was fragrant and delicate, so that he licked his lips and sucked it lightly. It seems to be smelling it again, showing an intoxicated look.

"You two don't care about me. As an obsession, even the spirit no longer exists, so I can only smell it, but... this smell is really nostalgic." King Lanling said with a smile, his voice There was a carefree expression in the middle, and as his voice fell, Wang Yan took out three small blue and white bowls, filled some fish and soup, and distributed them to the two of them respectively.

"Thousands of years. I thought that even this last obsession would dissipate in this Qiankun Valley. I didn't expect that someone would come in and successfully awaken my last obsession." Lan King Ling said with a smile, and took a deep breath of the smell of Longmen carp.

"Little guy, haven't you always been curious about my origin? I'll tell you everything today." The silent kitchen spirit smiled, and then his eyes fell on Wang Yan, and as his voice fell, Wang Yan He nodded in silence.

"My birth came from this coffin of gathering spirits." The chef spirit said in a dignified voice, pointing to the dark sarcophagus beside him, with a trace of reminiscence on his face.

"To be precise, a total of eight people have been buried in this coffin. They are all cooking wizards in the past. Whether it is cultivation or cooking attainments, they have reached a very high level. Of course, that's all. It was the era when the gourmet continent was prosperous, and this also includes King Lanling." Chu Ling said again, as if muttering to himself, while Wang Yan fell into silence and listened quietly.

"To be precise, I am the spirit of the sarcophagus, but because I have fused the memories of the eight of them, I just called myself the kitchen spirit. In fact, apart from those memories, I have nothing to do with cooking food. I don’t know, and I haven’t practiced it before.” Chu Ling said again with a wry smile, which made King Lanling startled slightly, and Wang Yan’s eyes became strange.

"No wonder as a spirit body, you never give me a demonstration, but just tell me some things to pay attention to. It turns out that this is the case." Wang Yan lowered his head and rolled his eyes. When he raised his face again, the expression on his face was indifferent down.

"Heh, even if it's just a memory, it can benefit you forever." Chu Ling scolded with a grin, while Wang Yan nodded noncommittally.

"I see. No wonder you can recognize me directly. In a sense, all the memories about the eight of us have been completely preserved in your memory." King Lanling smiled, and that smile The free and easy look in the middle was more intense, and then, he looked at Wang Yan who was on the side.

"I didn't expect you to be the ninth person selected by the sarcophagus. If that's the case, then you can take the pot of heaven and earth away smoothly." King Lanling said with a smile, and reached out to pat Wang Yan's shoulder: "But .While improving your cooking skills, you must not let go of your own cultivation, and you must not rely too much on the energy brought by food to advance."

"Thank you for your teaching, senior." Wang Yan cupped his hands and said in a deep voice, and as his voice fell, King Lanling waved his hand with a smile: "You are the chef candidate selected by the Juling Coffin, I can't count you senior."

After King Lanling's voice fell, Wang Yan spread his hands. Seeing this, Wang Yan pondered for a moment, then licked his lips, and looked up the Qiankun Valley. , the sky of Qiankun Valley was the real sky of Food Continent just now, as for the sky outside, I’m afraid it’s not the original sky of Food Continent, right?”

Wang Yan's voice fell, and his dark eyes were fixed on King Lanling in front of him. As his voice fell, King Lanling's face changed slightly, and when he returned to normal immediately, a complex sigh came from him. Out of the mouth.

"Ugh"

(End of this chapter)