"Recipes from other farms?" The dwarf leaned against the wall of the bluestone house with the bottle of mead, his eyes rolling as if he was thinking about something. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Ever since Chang Zhaowen accidentally discovered that giving the dwarf mead could increase the Guardian Elf's favorability, he would give the dwarf a full bottle of mead every day. Although his favorability did not quickly increase to level two, he obviously felt that the relationship with the dwarf was much better, at least, some things were consulted by the dwarf, and the other party would answer seriously, and he was not deliberately digging a hole for him as before.

To be honest, the cost of mead is not too high for Chang Zhaowen, and once you go to the Word Forest, you can bring back a bunch of giant bee hives. What's more, he still has a beehive, although he has not yet produced the royal jelly needed to complete the recipe task, but he can harvest a full bottle of "flower nectar" every day.

After fermenting a bottle of potpourri nectar, you can get two large two-liter bottles of mead, which is much higher than the yield of the hive. If you can build more beehives, you will have a large and stable amount of honey production every day.

Chang Zhaowen went to the Word Forest a few times after that, and he also hit a lot of giant bees sporadically, but he never encountered the queen bee again. According to the dwarf, with his current exploration range of level 2 of the text forest, there should not be a queen bee haunting, and the last time he was met by him was just a coincidence, just like buying a lottery ticket, it is already a rare thing for a person to win the jackpot once, how can he encounter it a second time?

"Hmm...... It doesn't make sense, at least I haven't felt the breath of other farms for more than a hundred years, how can there be other farms now?" the dwarf thought for a long time and came to a conclusion.

Listening to the dwarf's tone, it seems that as a farm guardian elf, he can also feel the existence of other farms!

According to Ye Wei, her family's recipes ended in her grandfather's generation because there were no crops to cook. ”

"Then that's all in the past. The dwarf raised the bottle, and poured several sips in a row, his little face flushed, and he wiped his mouth with his little short hand, "Let's not mention the long ago, just two or three hundred years ago, there were still many farms active, although most of them were first-class farms, but many of them have decayed later...... Anyway, I haven't found any other farms in the past 100 years. ”

"Can I use the recipes from other farms?" Chang Zhaowen asked the question he was most concerned about.

"This ......" the dwarf scratched his head, seeming a little embarrassed, "It's not easy to say, if it's a recipe obtained from a mission, it will be bound to the bloodline, and only people from this family can use it." ”

"Binding bloodline?" Chang Zhaowen thinks this statement is quite fresh, which means that his recipes can also be used by Chang Zhaowu?

"Yes, so many years ago, in the heyday of farms, there was a trend of intermarriage between farmers, and it was really about sharing resources and ensuring that the common descendants had an advantage. Of course, even if you have a bound lineage, the degree of restoration of the recipe by the descendants of different qualifications is not the same. ”

There is a sentence that the dwarf did not say explicitly, a guy with amazing qualifications like Chang Zhaowen is also a legendary existence for the farm guardian elves. But he didn't want Chang Zhaowen to know about this, but he couldn't let this guy be too proud.

"If it's a reward recipe, then there is no binding limit, as long as the recipient's ability is enough to control it, then they can use it. As for blank recipes, whoever writes them is the one who writes. ”

Very good, Chang Zhaowen nodded, he was bound to get the three blank recipes in Ye Wei's hand.

"There's also the question of those vanished farms, if I can find them, is it my ......?"

"Don't forget the word farm, you're only a few levels now, and the development of your own farm is less than 1%, what do you think is the point of finding those dilapidated farms that are not as good as ours?"

"This ......" Chang Zhaowen was speechless for a while, too, greed can't chew more, according to the law of evolution, the text farm can stay to the end of so many farms, it must have a stronger advantage than those farms that have disappeared, and it already holds a trump card in its hand, rather than looking for other extinct farms that are not as good as the text farm, it is better to improve the level of their own farms as soon as possible.

"I see. Chang Zhaowen nodded, the top priority now is to make rotten eggs that can wake up Ye Wei's mother as soon as possible, and start with blank recipes to develop more menus.

Chang Zhaowen has great confidence in this, and with the blessing of the super fermenter, making some rotten eggs is not a piece of cake.

However, to wake up a vegetative person, it is not just an ordinary rotten egg, and for the sake of insurance, Chang Zhaowen decided to use jade white eggs.

He took all the jade white eggs accumulated over the past few days, put them into the super fermenter in batches, and manually selected different degrees of fermentation to make seven or eight kinds of rotten eggs with different degrees.

"Wow, what is this? This smell is too ......" The dwarf inhaled curiously, and a strong stench quickly filled his nostrils, and in an instant he only felt that the world was spinning, and he stumbled under his feet, and with a thud, his knees weakened, and the whole person collapsed to the ground limply.

"Hmm, it's disgusting...... the dwarf covered his mouth with his hands, feeling his stomach tumbling and almost nauseating.

No, no, he can't just vomit, he just drank a delicious mead, if he vomits like this, it would be a pity. The dwarf covered his mouth and nose and rushed out of the bluestone house.

Fortunately, the air outside was still fresh, and the dwarf took a deep breath, feeling that it was finally a little better.

What the hell, giving Chang Zhaowen a super fermenter is to let him make something as delicious as mead, but it's not for him to toss people like this.

There was a disgusting stench behind him, and the dwarf turned around and watched Chang Zhaowen come over with a basket of rotten eggs.

"Don't come, don't come near me, if you come again...... I'm going to bite!" the dwarf was on the verge of madness.

Chang Zhaowen can't help but feel a little funny, some food is so magical, people who like it love it crazy, and people who hate it avoid it.

"Hey, don't be so nervous, don't look at this rotten egg that smells bad, but it tastes different! Chang Zhaowen picked up an egg and stretched out his hand to the dwarf, "Why don't you taste it?"

"Don't, don't!" Before the words fell, the dwarf had already retreated more than 10 meters.

"Hey, as a farm guardian elf, your tastes can be more diversified, this stinky food, such as durian, stinky tofu, rotten eggs, stinky cheese smells bad, but it tastes great!"

"Really?" the dwarf looked a little skeptical, "but it smells really disgusting, don't you think?"

"How come?" Chang Zhaowen shook his head and said seriously, "As a chef, of course, you have to have an open mind to different kinds of ingredients......

This kind of talented culinary genius is really unusual, the dwarf looked at Chang Zhaowen with more admiration in his eyes, and so on, why did he feel that something seemed to be wrong?

The dwarf looked at it and found two lumps of mint wrapped in raspberries, just stuffed into Chang Zhaowen's nostrils, and it seemed that he had been prepared. With fresh mint and raspberries to plug his nostrils in the morning, it's no wonder he doesn't find the stench unpleasant.

"Open mind, then why are you plugging your nostrils with something, why don't you open your nostrils first?" the dwarf angrily threw himself at Chang Zhaowen.