Mortals cultivate immortality and awaken their clones to practice together

I saw a man with a big shoulders and a round waist, looking down at Ye Chunyang, quite fierce.

Ye Chunyang frowned, knowing in his heart.

The kitchen handyman is a fat man, and he comes into contact with countless spiritual foods every day.

Clearly, these people don't want another person to share their resources.

Looking at this situation, they are afraid that they are going to start looking for their own trouble.

So Ye Chunyang said quietly: "What advice does this senior brother have?"

The stout man glanced Ye Chunyang up and down, and after a while, he pointed to a boiler at the very edge, and said indifferently: "I don't know the rules yet, the boiler and ingredients for the new kitchen handyman are over there."

Looking in the direction he was pointing, Ye Chunyang's face suddenly became ugly.

The cauldron on the corner was rusty, and there were no ingredients, how to make food?

Seeing the other leaders gloating, Ye Chunyang suddenly understood.

Obviously, they took the ingredients away early and deliberately made it difficult for him.

It is difficult for the good woman to cook without rice, she can't cook, and the only way to wait for him is to be kicked out of the dining room.

Ye Chunyang's heart was gloomy, and he found a bag of rice from the corner that seemed to have been discarded, and put it into the pot hard, planning to boil porridge.

"The people who cultivate immortals are all deceitful and selfish, it seems that I have to be careful in handling things.

"But the things in these immortal cultivation sects are extraordinary, even the ingredients are not like ordinary things, and it's not a bad thing for me to be arranged into the kitchen, I'm afraid that just by stealing food, I can eat myself fat."

While getting off the rice, Ye Chunyang quietly observed.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

Then he took the large spoon he brought with him and stirred it in the pot.

The next scene that happened shocked him.

With the stirring, the big spoon faintly drove the spiritual power in the body, and the spoon surface glowed with silver light.

It was the same as when he fought the Golden Wheel Ghost King that day.

However, the silver light on it did not pour into Ye Chunyang's body, but flashed and disappeared into the pot.

There were originally only ordinary-sized rice grains in the pot, but after the silver light disappeared, they swelled around and became crystal clear.

"What's going on? Could it be that this spoon is really extraordinary, a treasure?"

Ye Chunyang was pleasantly surprised in his heart, and once again controlled the big spoon with his mind.

Sure enough, the aura in the pot was overflowing.

The usual pot of gruel suddenly became fragrant.

But fortunately, there was no one else around, and there was no movement.

When Ye Chunyang was boiling porridge, the various leaders had already sent the prepared meals to the lobby one after another, waiting for the high-level disciples to come to eat.

Not long after, Ye Chunyang also boiled the porridge here.

"Hmm, Senior Brother Lin Yu, what do you think he makes?Is it

edible for people?" "It seems to be rice and white porridge? This kid's head is not kicked by a donkey, who wants to eat white rice porridge without spirit grass?"

"Hahaha...... Sure enough, he is a slave in a mortal family, a member of our Immortal Cultivation Sect, who does not eat ordinary things, and he actually cooks with this, which is extremely ridiculous.

Several chefs looked at Ye Chunyang from a distance and laughed.

Immortal cultivators eat all elixir immortal grass, how can they look at mortal-grown rice?

Even these low-level miscellaneous servants don't eat this thing.

The stout man named Lin Yu also looked contemptuous.

I'm afraid I'm going to have a good show now, as long as the senior brothers who are eating out are angry, and they don't have to do anything, Ye Chunyang will also be kicked out of the dining room.

Sure enough, the pot of white porridge was brought out, and the cafeteria immediately boiled.

But it was different from what Lin Yu imagined.

I saw a group of high-level disciples, who were scrambling to grab the pot of white porridge one by one.

It didn't take long to sweep it away.

However, after the scramble, they were still unsatisfied and applauded.

"I didn't expect that there was such a delicious taste in the world, this bowl of spiritual porridge actually made my spiritual veins dredge, and my cultivation was vaguely improved

!" "Compared to this, what we used to eat was simply pig food!" In

the cafeteria, many high-level disciples of Qi refining showed surprise, and found that after eating this bowl of white porridge, the spiritual power in the body actually ran smoothly, which was comparable to taking fairy grass.

"How is this possible?!"

At this time, Lin Yu's face turned red, and he couldn't understand why just a simple bowl of white porridge made the senior brothers fascinated and full of praise.

Could it be that this porridge is made of spiritual rice?

As soon as this idea came out, he shook his head.

Lingmi and other precious things are not something that ordinary people can have.

This kid is just a new disciple, how can he have it?

Seeing the fanatical expressions of the senior brothers, Ye Chunyang was also shocked, and subconsciously touched the big spoon in his hand.

"This spoon is really a treasure, use it to cook food in the future, and you will be able to eat yourself fat!"

After the dark light flashed in his eyes, Ye Chunyang was suddenly a little afraid.

"I'm afraid that the spiritual porridge that went out will be seen as a clue, the wealth will not be exposed, the wealth will not be exposed, Ye Chunyang, you are really confused, and the mystery of the big spoon must not be leaked out.

Although he blamed himself in his heart, Ye Chunyang pretended to be indifferent on the surface.

Ignoring the fierce eyes of Lin Yu and others, he buried his head in brushing the pot and washing the dishes in a low-key manner.

It was not until evening that he returned to his courtyard with a large spoon on his back.

Trying the special effect of absorbing the bone-clearing spiritual liquid, Ye Chunyang deliberately brought back a lot of rice grains, fresh meat and other foods from the dining room this time, and quietly cooked them with a big spoon in the room.

Although it is not as miraculous as the spiritual liquid, under the injection of a large spoon of spiritual light, ordinary food has become extraordinary.

Sure enough, after the food containing spiritual power was eaten by the clone, Ye Chunyang felt that his body was hot, and his strength was faintly floating.

"It's a pity that the bone-clearing spiritual liquid has been absorbed, and it is obviously not enough to rely on food alone to stimulate strength, I remember that Senior Brother Sun said that you can only accept the task of the sect when you reach the sixth layer of qi refining, and there is a task of rewarding pills, and it is better to improve your cultivation as soon as possible.

Ye Chunyang thought secretly and began to make plans for the future.