Qingshan Town, outside the door of the black shop, three disciples of the Reverse Refining Sect fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, a breeze hit, with a slight scorching temperature, making the willow leaves on the side of the door make a slight rattling sound. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Among the people on the avenue, there are occasionally people who look at them, but they only glance at them and continue to leave, in a place like Qingshan Town, similar to the scene in front of them, but it is normal.

However, there are still sharp-eyed people, after seeing the reverse character patterns on the clothes of several people, they can't help but smack their tongues secretly, obviously they also know the origin of these three people, and they are also quite curious about someone who dares to be ruthless directly against the people of the Reverse Refining Sect.

Wang Yan didn't know about the outside, and he didn't care about it at all, and after serving two small dishes to the old man, he began to deal with the snow.

This snow drill is snow-white, shaped like a hunting rabbit, and its size is small, although it is a first-order demon beast, it does not have a strong attack power.

The snow in the palm of his hand was soft and lifeless, and he was skillfully hung on the rope by Wang Yan and then fell with a knife, quickly peeled off the outermost layer of leather, cleaned it, and put it aside to dry the water.

After being evenly coated with honey and other raw materials by Wang Yan, the spices used in the miso soup are mixed with seasonings to wrap the bag, wrapped in a layer of sebum, and sewn into the abdominal cavity of the snow drill.

Everything was ready, and in the rotating charcoal stove, as the oil incense wood was ignited, the snow drill that controlled the moisture was crossed by Wang Yan with two iron rods, and after being placed on the charcoal stove, it slowly rotated.

Wang Yan's nature is like this, once he cooks the dishes, he will become very focused, and from time to time he will sprinkle some special seasonings, which are processed by Wang Yan himself, and melt when heated, and penetrate into the meat layer.

Fang Yuan's eyes lit up and he half-squatted to the side, panting as he stared at the slowly swirling snow on the oven, swallowing from time to time.

"It smells so good. Fang Yuan gasped for breath, his eyes were watching the snow in front of him gradually turn golden, watching Wang Yan sprinkle a little seasoning on it from time to time, quickly dissipating in the scorching, Fang Yuan swallowed his saliva violently, eager to go up and take a bite directly.

Wang Yan's cooking method is carried out in the way of roasting suckling pig on the earth, after hanging the skin water, dry the water, although there is no oven, but with a fruity aroma of oil fragrant wood, the effect of barbecue is more perfect, plus the first-order demon beast contains the demon element in the body, although the demon pill has not yet been formed, but it is already a great supplement for cultivators.

"This way of grilling is the most traditional, seemingly simple, but in fact it is extremely difficult, because it is directly grilled, therefore, the control of the heat is extremely harsh, if the fire is large, the outside is scorched and the inside is not cooked, if the fire is small, it will affect the overall taste, and to make every inch of the skin and the inside heated evenly, it takes a certain perception and eyesight to be able to make the most delicious barbecue. Wang Yan said lightly, ignoring Fang Yuan's salivating appearance, although he also believed that Fang Yuan was a natural dark cooking king, he still told him about the techniques and precautions required for barbecue.

"I'm going to work hard to make the same food as you one day. Fang Yuan patted his chest and said to Wang Yan, but his gaze was still greedy and swept over the snow drills that overflowed with fragrance from time to time.

Time passed quietly, as the scorching heat was slowly increased, the snow on the oven made a snorting sound, the skin was roasted with dark butter, and the fat components in the body were fully volatilized, and when the small oil bubbles were churning outside the epidermis, they continued to burst open, releasing a strong fragrant smell, and at the same time, the snow that had matured made a gurgling sound, making Fang Yuan's eyes wide, and he kept licking his somewhat dry lips.

In the hall, as the rich fragrance wafted out of the kitchen, the already drowsy old man sniffed lightly, and then, his spirit suddenly shook.

"Oops, it's finally fine. Lao Zhaohua was in high spirits, looking at Fang Yuan carrying the oven to the table in front of him, rubbing his hands excitedly, with an obscene smile of anticipation on his face, and staring intently at the future Wang Yan's hand, which had already been roasted in the buttery snow.

"Come on, come on, hurry up, it's going to kill my old man." Lao Zhaohua couldn't wait to say, his eyes shining as he watched Wang Yan put the snow drill on the oven, and suddenly smiled.

Seeing that Lao Zhaohua did not have the demeanor of a master at all, Wang Yan shook his head, and when he stretched out his hand, he took out two jars of fruit wine and put them on the table, which made Lao Zhaohua feel happy, and cast an appreciative look at Wang Yan, and then, reached out and slapped one of the cans, and after pouring two sips, he fell on the roasted snow in front of him.

"It's OK..." Wang Yan said softly, under the flash of his fingertips, a wisp of flame burned quickly, and quietly drilled into the sealed abdominal cavity of the snow drill, and suddenly, the cooing sound sounded again, a golden air flow, like a liquid, quietly flowed out from the abdominal cavity, but it did not dissipate, twisted, turned into a miniature snow drill, after a silent roar from the sky, it spread rapidly, at a speed visible to the naked eye, directly covered the entire snow drill, and suddenly, the golden light outside the snow drilled flashed, and the already rich fragrance came out of the nose。

The old flower heart bloomed, picked up a front leg, and tore it off directly, the front leg with a burnt skin released a stream of barbecue fragrance, and there was a faint smell of fruit wood, which made the old flower lick her lips, looking at the front leg in her hand, the skin was burnt yellow and crispy, the internal flesh was full of moisture, crystal clear, and there was a hot air quietly rising, so that the old flower swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and directly tore a piece of the entrance.

At the entrance of the front leg meat, a burnt and crunchy taste is directly transmitted to the senses, making the old flower face with a sense of expectation, between the teeth penetrating the golden crispy skin, penetrating into the fleshy layer of the moment, in the snow-white fleshy layer, the well-stored crystal soup is squeezed out, with piping hot, with fresh fragrance, mixed with the rosin skin and the fresh and soft fleshy layer, faintly and fruity, the combination of the indescribable deliciousness, so that the old flower eyes suddenly brightened.

"This exquisite cooking skill, I'm afraid that in the entire Zhao Kingdom, there is no one who can match..."The old man said secretly, only to feel extremely comfortable, with a bite of the front leg meat in the stomach, he sighed in his heart, and his eyes involuntarily swept over Wang Yan on the side.

"The inheritor of food...", the old man muttered Hua Xintou, grabbed the wine jar in front of him, and took a sip of fruity and spicy fruit wine directly poured into him, and immediately felt extremely comfortable.

"Wine with food, and being a god is nothing more than that. Lao Zhaohua said with a smile, chewing the delicious food in his mouth again, causing Fang Yuan, who was not far away, to swallow his saliva vigorously, and his stomach growled again.

At the same time, outside the black shop, seven or eight sturdy young men were full of murderous aura, and they came quickly in the direction of the black shop, and behind them, there was an old man and a young man who came slowly, the old man was about sixty or so, wearing coarse linen clothes, and he didn't look special, but a young man who followed him was full of respect, and that young man was Wang Yu.

"It's not good to provoke anyone, but to provoke the Reverse Refining Sect, this time, I'm afraid my father won't be able to help you. ”