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"This ...... This dish is okay!" Erlang Shen's body was blue at this time, although he said that it was okay, but his body had betrayed him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, the aura that erupted from Erlang God's body really scared the little Taoist priest and Erdeng for a moment. The two looked at him like monsters.

After Zhang Dongjun tasted the craftsmanship of the God of Food, he became more determined to open a restaurant. There is a god of food, and when the time comes, a few special dishes are being launched, and the money is not flowing into his pocket like water.

"Hahahaha!" Thinking of this, Zhang Dongjun couldn't help laughing.

Two plates of deliciousness, several people are reluctant to eat at all, and they can't wait to put it in the refrigerator and taste a little every day.

About half an hour later, the "fried dragon whip" specially prepared by the God of Food for Zhang Dongjun was also served on the table.

"Brother Jun, this thing is a great supplement. You want to eat a little more today! Who is that, what kind of thing do you eat as a monk, this is a dragon whip, do you want to break the vows?"

Before the food myth was finished, he couldn't help it when he saw Erdeng, and just picked up the chopsticks and was about to put a piece in his mouth, but he was stopped.

"Oh Mida Buddha, I don't really want to eat it, I'm just helping you try to see if it's poisonous. What's more, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, leave such a heavy task to me. ”

Erdeng has already put the dragon whip to his mouth, if he puts down the chopsticks now, he will not be willing to let go at all, if he doesn't put it down, he will really break the ring. His eyes kept rolling in his sockets, and he quickly made an excuse for himself.

As soon as the words of "......" came out, there was silence in the room.

Seriously, in the face of such deliciousness, no one can resist.

Seeing that Zhang Dongjun never moved his chopsticks, the god of food whispered in his ear: "Brother Jun, I carefully prepared this dish for you, and it can be said that I took out all my family resources." ”

"Add agar syrup and jade liquid to it, the 10,000-year-old ginseng that only exists in the heavenly realm, the dragon king's half-cut dragon whip, and the eighteen kinds of precious immortal grass planted by the Emperor Baosheng are mixed together and stir-fried, and eating this dish will increase the cultivation for at least ten years or more. ”

In fact, it's not that Zhang Dongjun doesn't want to eat, but he is afraid that he won't be able to control himself if he eats it, such a big supplement, there are no women around him, and the room is full of men, in case he can't vent his fear of hunger.

"God of Food, will you be beastly after eating this?" Zhang Dongjun hesitated for a long time, he really couldn't stand the oncoming aroma, and whispered in the ear of the God of Food.

"Haha!" After hearing this, the God of Food laughed, patted Zhang Dongjun on the shoulder and said, "Brother Jun, don't worry. With me here, you can eat as much as you want. ”

“…… Your sister, what does it mean that you can eat as much as you want. It's the same as the guy who talks about labor. After listening to the words of the god of food, Zhang Dongjun didn't dare to eat it.

In fact, he misunderstood the God of Food, if the God of Food knew what Zhang Dongjun was thinking, he would definitely vomit blood and faint.

In the end, Zhang Dongjun still put a piece of dragon whip in his mouth, and the taste was indescribable.

Tender, smooth, and chewy. The fragrance lingers in the mouth for a long time, and when swallowed in the stomach, there is a warm feeling.

What's more, the aura in the body keeps speeding up, and this wonderful feeling makes Zhang Dongjun feel comfortable.

"How about Brother Jun, give me a review!" The God of Food has been paying attention to the expression on Dongjun's face, and he seems to enjoy the feeling of others saying that his cooking is delicious.

Zhang Dongjun gave a thumbs up to the God of Food, he wanted to speak, but he didn't dare to open his mouth. I'm afraid that the aroma in my mouth will pass out.

"Delicious, eat, eat, want to eat, give me food!" A milky voice sounded in the room.

Zhang Dongjun followed the voice and looked, it turned out to be a colorful sacred cow.

When the first two dishes were brought out from the God of Food, the colorful sacred cow crawled out from under the bed and stared at Zhang Dongjun all the time.

But Zhang Dongjun had completely enjoyed the sea of food and didn't notice it at all.

At this time, the colorful sacred cow was already drooling, scurrying around the house like a stimulant, and pulling Zhang Dongjun's pants with his little paws from time to time.

Faced with its master's ignorance of itself, it could only roar angrily.

Zhang Dongjun took the calf in his arms, touched its cute little head, and said with a smile: "Little gluttonous cow!" Then he took a piece of Ganoderma lucidum and put it in its mouth.

The calf has only drunk milk since birth, and as soon as he took a bite of Ganoderma lucidum, he even cried like a baby.

"......Is this cow going to be the rhythm of refinement?" said the little Taoist priest in surprise.

Erlang God said that he felt very much, the colorful divine cow in the heavenly realm could not speak at all, and he did not have such a high IQ. In his eyes, this cow is an outlier, and the word Chengjing is very consistent.

Zhang Dongjun didn't buy many ingredients, and just when everyone thought that stir-fried dragon whip was the last dish, the god of food ran into the kitchen again and brought a basin of cyan unknown liquid.

The liquid is constantly tumbling in the basin, and it exudes a refreshing fragrance, which makes people smell a refreshing feeling, as if it is a clear stream in the soup world.

This liquid is a soup to be exact, but unlike soup, there are no ingredients added to it, as if it has been filtered.

The god of food put the liquid on the table and said with a smug face: "Everyone, try it, this is my best soup." It's called "Shennong Baicao Soup"

"Drinking this soup can not only cure all diseases, but also strengthen the body. And the ingredients are very ordinary, they are all collected by me before. ”

The god of food is worthy of being the god of food, and other gods and goddesses are full of magic weapons, magic weapons and the like, this guy is all filled with ingredients and medicinal materials.

Zhang Dongjun picked up a bowl and filled it with a spoonful. I don't care about the heat, I just drink it all in one gulp.

When the soup was just in his mouth, Zhang Dongjun had an idea in his heart that this soup would be the signature dish of his restaurant in the future.

He drank several different flavors from Shennong's herb soup, and when he first entered it, the aroma was strong, and then his mouth was like a piece of mint, which was extremely refreshing.

And swallowing it in your stomach is as refreshing as drinking a glass of cold drink in the middle of summer, in the scorching heat. The residual fragrance in the mouth also changes, and this feeling can only be described in one word: "cool!"

"It's so fucking delicious!Li Gang, I'm going to open a restaurant, and you can come to my restaurant to be a chef in the future!" Zhang Dongjun kept appreciating.

"Can I really be a chef?" The God of Food has been sullen since he became an immortal and reached the heavenly realm. He was still a mortal before, and he was very envious of those immortals living in the sky, and he fantasized about the fairy world very beautifully.

But after he really became an immortal, he was disappointed. There are no mortal ingredients in the heavenly realm at all, and the immortals do not eat the fireworks of the world.

There is no place for heroes, and this sentence is the best way to describe him. However, as Erlang God was able to descend to earth, he saw hope, so he stayed at the Nantian Gate all day long. (To be continued.) )