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The white air above the steamer is overflowing, and the aroma of glutinous rice wafting out almost wants to seduce the greedy worms in the stomachs of the pilgrims.

This really can't be blamed on the pilgrims, who have never eaten anything, where will ordinary sticky rice be rare.

But right now, the glutinous rice steamed by Xuanwei and Suxin is so fragrant that it is difficult to describe in words.

"Su Xin, start to get rid of the fire!" Xuan Wei probed with his divine sense, and found that the glutinous rice in the steamer had been cooked to about eighty percent, and immediately spoke.

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Xin immediately used a burning stick to pull out the burning firewood in the stove, and the movements were staggeringly skillful.

Once upon a time, Billy Wang, as an international chef, was reduced to the point of watching the stove!

However, Su Xin himself enjoyed it, and he stared at every process and step of Xuanwei with bright eyes, for fear of missing any details.

Lifting the steamer, Xuanwei took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, the stopper of the porcelain bottle could be pulled out, and a soft floral fragrance spread to the entire mountainside with the wind in an instant.

The pilgrims who smelled the fragrance of the flowers were all refreshed, and they only felt refreshed, and their tiredness and accumulated labor were swept away.

"Lord, is this osmanthus dew?" asked Su Xin.

In his experience, the aroma was very similar to that of osmanthus, but it was more intense than any of the osmanthus he knew.

"Sort of, but the osmanthus flower chosen is more special, called Guanghan Laurel!" Xuan Wei said, slowly sprinkling the liquid in the bottle on top of the glutinous rice.

Su Xin is a Huaxia expert, and when he heard this name, he immediately thought of the Moon Palace in Chinese myths and legends.

Could it be that this Guanghan laurel is the unique osmanthus variety of the Moon Palace, that is, the osmanthus tree that Wu Gang cut down day and night in mythology?

The pilgrims unanimously pricked up their ears, and now they expressed more interest in what Xuanwei and the others were making than in looking at the incense.

"Let me tell you a story, in ancient times there was a widow who sold mountain wine, and the wine she brewed was mellow and sweet, and the people in the neighborhood called her the fairy wine lady. On a cold winter day, the fairy wine lady had just opened the door, and suddenly saw a comatose beggar lying at the door. The wine lady probed the beggar's snort, and when she saw that he had not yet lost her breath, she carried him into the house and fed him hot soup and wine. Xuanwei said while stirring the glutinous rice in the steamer.

Just listening to the beginning, everyone guessed that this was a story of good and good.

However, no one bothered because of this, and they all listened to Xuanwei's follow-up with relish.

When the beggar was rescued, he thanked the fairy wine lady very excitedly, and begged her to take her in for a few more days. After all, the fairy wine lady is a widow, and if the beggar is allowed to live at home, it is inevitable that there will be gossip, but the beggar is paralyzed and unable to move, and there is a chance that he will starve to death and freeze to death outside after being driven out. After suffering for a long time, the fairy wine lady finally agreed to live at home with the beggar. Xuan Wei continued.

It is said that "there are many rights and wrongs in front of the widow's door", especially in ancient times when women's morality was emphasized, even if the fairy wine lady was doing good deeds with a kind heart, I was afraid that it would still cause a lot of gossip.

Rumors spread, fewer and fewer guests came to the hotel to buy wine, and seeing that life was almost unsustainable, the fairy wine lady still tried her best to take care of the beggar. One day, the beggar suddenly left without saying goodbye, not knowing where to go. The fairy wine lady couldn't rest assured, and looked for the beggar everywhere, but saw a white-haired old man who fell to the ground on the hillside. The old man's eyes were closed, his chapped lips trembling slightly, and he was about to die of thirst at the sight of it. Xuanwei took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve again and slowly poured it into the steamer.

The golden-yellow viscous honey has a lustrous luster like amber, and you can tell at a glance that it is the finest royal jelly.

"Between the barren mountains and mountains, where did the fairy wine lady find water to feed the old man, she bit her finger ruthlessly and stretched it out to the old man's mouth, wanting to use her own blood to save the old man. At this moment, the old man disappeared in place, and a gust of wind blew, and a yellow cloth bag floated from the sky. It contained a lot of cinnamon and a yellow note. It turned out that the beggar and the old man were all transformed by Wu Gang, and when he saw that the fairy wine lady was kind-hearted, he rewarded her with the guizi of the Moon Palace. Since then, there have been osmanthus and osmanthus wine in the world. "After the story of Xuanwei is told, the honey is also fully integrated into the glutinous rice.

It is no different from what the pilgrims expected, and the good people will be rewarded in the end, and everyone is happy.

"The legend may be fake, but it is unknown whether the mortal laurel tree really originated from the Moon Palace. Xuanwei said with a chuckle.

As for his bottle of Guanghan Laurel Dew, it was naturally exchanged from the system.

I pit the system once before, and the system is a little emotional, Xuanwei always has to be appeased, right?

Uh, it feels a bit like a couple quarreling and a cold war, and then the man resorts to the "cure-all" mastery, which makes the woman's heart bloom?

Ahem, that's probably the right operation anyway, don't care about those details!

"Su Xin, prepare to raise the fire!" Xuan Wei poured all the remaining wolfberries, rock sugar, and fresh fruits in the sack into the steamer, and commanded Su Xin.

The latter immediately stuffed the branches into the stove, and then lay directly on the ground, gulping the wind on the stove!

Seeing this, Xuan Wei couldn't help but feel sad.

Although Su Xin now has the foundation of some qi training, and his lung capacity is quite abundant, and it is no problem to use it as a blower, but what about the image?

In front of everyone's eyes, what kind of body is pouting with an ass!

took out a folding fan from his sleeve and handed it to Su Xin silently.

The Folding Fan is one of the miscellaneous rewards after completing the previous mission, and it is a white quality item with no additional effects.

The only remarkable thing is that the folding fan is made of excellent materials, the fan bone is made of ivory, and the paper on the fan surface is also the finest gold paper, and the workmanship of each place can not find any flaws, just like a work of art.

"Hehe, this fan is so good!" Su Xin took the folding fan and fanned the fire hard.

Xuan Wei shook his head helplessly, if those vassal and merry literati saw this scene, they would have to be so angry that their brains were congested on the spot.

Such a delicate handicraft is completely the best artifact used to show temperament and demeanor, but it has been ruined like this, can you not be so heartbroken that it is difficult to breathe?

……

After a few moments, the aroma in the steamer gradually converges.

The mellow aroma of osmanthus dew, the sweet fragrance of glutinous rice, the fragrance of peach wood, the strong fragrance of honey and even various fruit aromas, many aromas are intertwined and fused, as if forming an aroma bomb in the steamer!

No one doubts that the moment the steamer lifts the lid is the moment this aroma bomb detonates with a bang!

At that time, how many people should covet the fragrance wave detonated?

Everyone craned their necks and looked anxiously at the white smoke steamer.

"Suxin, anneal, ready to cook!" Xuan Wei said.

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