"Brother Chonghui, what is Chef Ling??" Zhou Bo was puzzled, so he asked Chonghui curiously.

Seeing that Zhou Bo didn't know, Chonghui explained with a smile: "Hehe...... The spirit chef is actually a hidden profession, a powerful profession that deals with food, and the number of this spirit chef is very rare, it can be said that there is no one in the entire Ancient Southern Continent. ”

"It's so powerful!" Zhou Bo couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he heard that there was no spirit chef in the entire Ancient South Continent, thinking that since this was also a hidden profession, there should be a ranking, thinking of this, he asked again: "Brother Chonghui, is there a ranking of this spirit chef?"

"Of course there is!" Chonghui said proudly, "Chef Spirit is ranked fifteenth on the hidden class rankings!"

However, after Zhou Bo heard this, he felt his heart skip a beat, he really didn't expect that this Spirit Chef was actually ranked fifteenth, which was only one place lower than the Space Pill Medicine Master! And this also showed from the side that the hidden profession of Spirit Chef was also very powerful, not just an ordinary chef.

Among all the hidden professions he knew, the Space Pill Pharmacist was the highest-ranked one, and it was followed by this spirit chef, which was a great affirmation of this hidden profession, Zhou Bo was curious, what kind of powerful thing would this spirit chef be? Thinking of this, Zhou Bo secretly sighed in his heart, what kind of place did he go?

Before Zhou Bo could finish thinking about it, he suddenly saw Gu Luo holding a black pot in his hand, and walked over slowly.

"Boy, what do you usually like to eat??" As soon as Gu Luo walked in front of Zhou Bo, he raised his leg and stepped on the stool, and put the black pot on the table heavily, and asked Zhou Bo with a smile.

Before Zhou Bo could speak, he saw Chonghui on the side suddenly stand up and said with a smile: "Uncle Gu Luo, I like to eat egg fried rice!!"

"I didn't ask you again!" Seeing Chonghui like a starving ghost reincarnated, Gu Luo couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "Didn't you just eat in the morning???Why do you still eat now?" Hearing this, Chonghui smiled embarrassedly, touched his stomach, and said, "Hehe, Uncle Gu Luo, isn't the food you cooked too delicious! I still want to eat as soon as I come here!"

Hearing such obvious flattery, Gu Luo seemed to be very satisfied, but he didn't speak, just smiled slightly and turned his head to Zhou Bo and asked, "Boy, what do you like to eat?"

Zhou Bo also didn't know what he liked to eat, he didn't seem to be a picky eater in his impression, of course, his living conditions didn't allow him to be picky eaters, so he ate whatever he wanted, seeing that Gu Luo was still looking at him curiously, he smiled and said: "Uncle Gu Luo, I'll eat the same as Brother Chonghui!"

"Great!"

After questioning the two of them, Gu Luo took another step, slowly walked to the ingredients area, looked for it at random, and after a while, he turned out the ingredients needed for egg fried rice: that is, eggs and rice.

Zhou Bo can't remember the last time he ate egg fried rice, in his impression, it seems that when he was a child, his grandfather often made him egg fried rice to eat, and he will never forget the rich fragrance, this taste filled his childhood memories, but after his grandfather died, he learned to make egg fried rice many times, but he didn't have that taste.

"Bang ......"

Just when Zhou Bo fell into his memory, a sudden soft sound pulled him back to reality, he hurriedly looked up, and found that Gu Luo actually sacrificed the flame with one hand at this time, it was a milky white flame, like the color of pure milk, there was a very clean feeling, and this flame seemed very pure, because Zhou Bo couldn't see what was behind it through the flame from here.

Seeing this flame, Zhou Bo felt funny in his heart, the world is really wonderful, I didn't expect that a cook could sacrifice the flame with one hand, Zhou Bo saw that Gu Luo was sacrificing the flame, so he threw all the rice and eggs into the flame, and the air suddenly made a crackling sound.

Zhou Bo was very curious, thinking to himself, why didn't Gu Luo use that black cauldron? Turning his head to look at Chonghui, he found that he was putting his hands on his chest at this time, looking excited, although his eyes were small, but they flashed with sparkling, and he looked quite happy. Zhou Bo is also quite speechless about this, this Chonghui really likes to eat!!

After the eggs and rice were thrown into the flames, after the crackling sound at the beginning, they began to slowly tumble, Zhou Bo carefully observed, and found that the eggs and each grain of rice were perfectly bonded together, very even, and slowly the rice changed from white and tender color to crystal yellow, so after a while, the egg fried rice was made like a work of art.

But just when Zhou Bo thought that the egg fried rice was ready, Gu Luo suddenly raised his head and asked Zhou Bo, "Which of the two of you has herbs??"

When Chonghui heard this, he asked in surprise, "What's the matter?" Uncle Guluo, don't you have any herbs here?"

"I have some high-grade herbs here, and I can't use them in this egg fried rice!" Gu Luo said slightly embarrassed.

"I have!" Although Zhou Bo didn't know what they were talking about, he still used the only trace of spiritual power left to open the ice condensation ring and asked, "Guluo Big Tree, what herbs do you want?"

Gu Luo saw Zhou Bo open the Ice Condensation Ring, as if he was very curious about Zhou Bo's transparent Ice Condensation Ring, he was stunned at first, and then said slowly: "Any first-level herb will do!!"

Zhou Bo Yiyan took out a few Sealing Pain Grass and Bailing Flowers, handed them to Gu Luo, as soon as he took them, Gu Luo's expression changed, and he began to carefully look at the herbs in his hand, and after a while, he said in a deep voice: "The quality of your herbs is really good!"

In this regard, Zhou Bo smiled modestly, he knew that these herbs were all picked from the ancient forest, and the quality was of course good, but just when Zhou Bo was proud, he suddenly saw Gu Luo throwing all these herbs into the flames, refining them with the egg fried rice.

"This ......" Zhou Bo was surprised at first, but after reacting, he turned his head and asked Xiang Chonghui: "Brother Chonghui, what is Uncle Gu Luo doing here?"

"Zhou Bo, you don't know yet, the great thing about the spirit chef is that it can extract the spiritual power of herbs and then fuse it with the food, so the food cooked by the spirit chef can restore the spiritual power very well!!"

After hearing this, Zhou Bo looked at the rice in front of him, and was surprised in his heart, what kind of egg fried rice is this, it is clearly a small Huiling Pill!! Thinking that he can recover his spiritual power just by eating, Zhou Bo really wants to retract his original thoughts.

After a few herbs were refined into a medicinal liquid by Gu Luo's dexterous technique, and then completely integrated into each piece of rice, Gu Luo smiled and said, "It's done!"

Looking at the Huang Tengteng egg fried rice in front of him, Zhou Bo's appetite suddenly increased, and he hurriedly picked up the spoon in his hand and dug it and put it in his mouth, but after only one bite, Zhou Bo's heart jumped suddenly, and the spoon was not held steadily, and it fell to the ground with a snap.

stared blankly at the plate of egg fried rice in front of him, only to hear Zhou Bo's tone tremble, and muttered in a low voice: "Grandpa......"

"Zhou Bo, woo...... What's wrong with you? Don't you like to eat??" Chonghui, who was gobbling up food on the side, saw Zhou Bo just sitting there stunned, and threw the spoon on the ground, asking while chewing.

"Grandpa......" Zhou Bo didn't pay attention to Chonghui, only to see that his whole body began to tremble slightly, his eyes seemed to be nailed, so he kept staring at this plate of golden egg fried rice, and muttered in a trembling voice: "This is grandpa's taste...... It's grandpa's taste......"

"What are you talking about??" Chonghui saw Zhou Bo talking to himself as if he was stupid, so he hurriedly put down the spoon and looked at him with a puzzled face, while Gu Luo, who was standing on the side, was slightly surprised in his eyes after hearing Zhou Bo's words, and asked softly: "Boy, what are you talking about grandpa??"

Zhou Bo slowly raised his head, only to see that his eyes were full of tears at this time, and he choked up: "Uncle Guluo, this egg fried rice you made tastes the same as my grandfather's cooking!!"

It turned out that the reason why Zhou Bo was so emotional was because the egg fried rice made by Gu Luo tasted the same as that made by his grandfather, so he saw things and left tears.

In fact, this can't be blamed on him, after all, since his grandfather died, Zhou Bo has been living alone, working hard every day to survive, he can only barely meet his own food and clothing, and although this kind of life will make him independent as soon as possible, but because life is too difficult, he will miss the days of living with his grandfather even more.

But Zhou Bo's words were strongly denied by Chonghui, and he quickly stood up and exclaimed incredibly: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Brother Chonghui, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Bo couldn't understand how Chonghui could become so crazy in an instant, and he was also a little scared in his heart, so he hurriedly stood up and asked.

Chonghui gasped violently, calmed down his excitement, and said with a shocked face: "Zhou Bo, do you know?

Where did Zhou Bo know that there would be such a thing, he shook his head blankly, he couldn't forget this taste, but when he heard Chonghui say that only Chef Ling could make it, he wondered if this was true.

At this time, Chonghui continued: "Spirit Chef is the fourteenth-ranked hidden profession, and Uncle Gu Luo is the only one in the entire Ancient South Continent who is a Spirit Chef, who are you? Who is your grandfather? How could he be a Spirit Chef???

"This ......" Zhou Bo was stopped by Chonghui's large series of questions, he and his grandfather are just very ordinary pharmacists, how could they be involved in such a powerful hidden profession? Looking at Chonghui with a puzzled expression on his face, Zhou Bo looked very embarrassed, slowly lowered his head, and looked at the plate of golden egg fried rice again.

"Boy, where is your hometown??" When Zhou Bo was in a dilemma and at a loss, Gu Luo, who had been standing aside and had not spoken, suddenly asked, his voice was very steady, and there was not much emotion.

"My hometown is in Dragon Pattern City!" Zhou Bo replied truthfully.

"Dragon Pattern City......" Gu Luo whispered, and suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he said slowly: "You are talking about Dragon Pattern City, a border town in the southern part of the continent?"

Seeing Zhou Bo nodding yes, Gu Luo said to himself: "There was a catastrophe two years ago, and I heard that someone wanted to occupy Dragon Pattern City and rob some treasure." Speaking of this, his lazy eyes suddenly became focused, and then he glared at Zhou Bo and asked in a deep voice, "Boy, were you there at the time?"

How could Zhou Bo not be there? If he hadn't resisted desperately that time, Wei Yue and the others would have been kidnapped by the left envoy a long time ago, and it was at that time that he decided that he would cultivate hard in the future and strive to become a strong man who could control his own destiny. Now, when he heard Gu Luo ask this question, his mind was once again immersed in the earth-shattering fight two years ago.

"That day I went to the Dragonpattern Forest to pick herbs, and when I came back, Dragonpattern City was already in trouble. Zhou Bo didn't dare to tell the story of his killing of Zhao Tongmu and Feng Hu's left envoy, after all, they wouldn't believe these things, so he said that he was going to pick herbs.

Hearing such an explanation, Gu Luo nodded suspiciously, although the expression on his face was no longer serious, but there was no faint smile just now, at this time, he turned his head to look at Chonghui who was stunned there, and said slowly: "Chonghui, if you don't eat this egg fried rice, throw it away!"

Hearing this, although Chonghui didn't know what the conversation between the two meant, as soon as he heard that Gu Luo was going to take away the egg fried rice, he hurriedly sat down, stretched out his hand to protect the plate, and said loudly: "Eat, who said I won't eat it??"

As he spoke, Chonghui saw Zhou Bo sitting on the side, and saw that he was staring at the egg fried rice on the plate a little crampedly, and suddenly gritted his teeth, as if he had made some difficult decision, picked up the plate in his hand, handed it to Zhou Bo, and said, "Zhou Bo, let's eat all these for you!"

"Brother Chonghui, what's wrong?" Zhou Bo looked at him curiously, not understanding why Chonghui suddenly gave himself the egg fried rice?

"Brother Chonghui, no need, I'll just eat these. Zhou Bo said very movingly, for Chonghui, who loves to eat so much, it is enough to see his mind to be able to share the food with himself, it seems that this Chonghui is not only good-hearted, but also very simple-minded.

Hearing Zhou Bo's rejection of his kindness, Chonghui did not continue to insist, but seemed to be relieved, and quickly withdrew the plate handed over without saying anything, and continued to eat in a big gulp, his eating appearance was really ugly, which made people dare not compliment, and Zhou Bo saw that Chonghui ate so deliciously, and he also smiled slightly, so he picked up the spoon and began to eat.

Every time he took a bite, Zhou Bo's heart trembled slightly, because this taste was too familiar, evoking his infinite memories, since he began to remember, he was deeply impressed by this egg fried rice, he still remembered that every morning when he woke up, his grandfather would fry a plate of egg fried rice, although it was unremarkable, but this taste was something that Zhou Bo could not forget.

But now the problem has come out, because according to what Chonghui said just now, this kind of flavored egg fried rice can only be made by Chef Ling, so how did his grandfather make it? Thinking of this, Zhou Bo couldn't help but think of his grandfather's slightly hunched figure and the always very clean Tsing Yi cloth robe, and wondered in his heart, what is going on with all this? Can his grandfather also make this kind of egg fried rice that restores spiritual power? ?