As the soup fire is constantly flapped and shaken, the surface of the seeds is more shiny and vibrant. From time to time, the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info also let out a moan from the seeds in the ugly pear.

"What the hell is this, how do I feel like a seed. There is also such a way of cooking, how can it feel very familiar. A young man with a sword on his back whispered.

"I feel a little familiar when you say that, how can I be so similar to my grandfather when I was cooking?" said a sweet-looking elf girl.

"How is it possible, just like when your grandfather cooked. What could it be that this kid's talent is to feel plants!" shouted a small tree man crouching next to the girl.

"What kind of talent is that, I've never heard of it. The curious witch on the side said with great interest.

"That's the racial talent of the elves, and generally speaking, people who have an extreme love for plant ingredients and people who are recognized by plant ingredients. But the vast majority of the people are elves, and only a very small number of them are of various races. ......" The elf girl explained in detail.

The gang was still discussing the soup fire, but the movements in the soup and his hands still did not stop.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly when he looked at the seed soup fire that was constantly shaking in front of him, and then hooked his fingers slightly. Brother Ba and Brother Hunter quickly appeared in his left and right hands, and quickly slapped the knife surface of Brother Ba (bone chopper) on the seed. The seeds of the ugly pear immediately spun quickly, and then used the hunting knife (chopping knife) to quickly open a few holes in the tip of the seed. With a wave of his hand, the two knives fell back on the stove, and with a wave of his hands, a light screen appeared in front of him.

At this time, there was a person standing in the light screen, and this person was Mu Fan. Directly Mu Fan opened his mouth and asked curiously, "Master, what is the matter with you, why are you looking for me at this time, aren't you conducting a test?"

"I'm testing, but right now I just need your help!" said the soup stall with some helplessness.

"What do you need me to do?" Mu Fan was a little confused, stretched out a finger and touched his head.

"Give me some elixir nectar!" Tang Huo's eyes narrowed slightly, and then stared at Mu Fan tightly.

"You said this thing, that's really there!" Mu Fan heard Tang Huo's words, and immediately took out a glass bottle the size of a fist from his capital. The glass glows with a rainbow of colors, and if you look closely, you can see that the glass is divided into eight parts.

"That's enough, right?" asked Mu Fan.

"That's enough!" Tang Huo nodded in confirmation.

Mu Fan slapped his hands together and brushed them fiercely, and Tang Huo's hand changed into a glass bottle that had just appeared on the screen. Gently pull the cork from the glass bottle and an irresistible fragrance wafts out from it.

"This honey is called the nectar of the elixir! I've never seen this honey before! But it smells so good. I really want to order it and try it!" the elf girl licked her lips a little greedily, and then said as she was about to move.

"Anyway, that ugly pear is so big! After this guy finishes cooking, you can go and ask the examiner for another order, just taste it." The dragon shouted in a loud voice.

At this time, Tang Huo heard this and immediately laughed. "I'm probably going to disappoint you!"

The elf girl pursed her lips when she heard Tang Huo's words, and shouted loudly. "Why are you like this, don't you just try your cooking, do you need to be so stingy?"

"I'm not so stingy, the question is, will the examiner let it go to you?" Tang Huo said with a slight grin, no longer looking at the people around him and gently tilting the open glass bottle over.

Aiming at the mouth of the bottle and pouring it into it, eight kinds of pleasing eight-color honey slowly flowed from the glass bottle into the ugly pear seeds.

The seeds of the ugly pear now glowed with a sparkling color, and then quickly swung and grew larger and larger. Then, in disbelief of everyone, a small branch grew. And then it grows, grows, grows, grows, grows, grows.

Until this seed turns into a huge pear tree, the pear tree is full of colorful light. But the most dazzling thing was a brilliant pear on the top of the tree, and eight dazzling halos swirled around it.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" the elf girl was instantly tempted when she saw the pear, and then pretended to be a little girl, constantly jumping small steps to hide her excitement.

"It's really pretty, but I wonder what it tastes like?" Seeing this scene, the little tree man couldn't help but look at the pear hanging high above the tree.

Tang Huo walked up to the pear tree, patted the pear tree, and said softly. "I said you should come down! I'm going to show you their drooling side. ”

As soon as the tree heard the words of the soup fire, the pear at the top of the tree swayed and swayed, and after a few seconds, the branch was continuously sucked into the pear. The small pears appeared in the hands of the soup fire, exuding a dazzling brilliance.

"No mistake, so small! No wonder he said he didn't have our share. When the dragon saw this, his mouth opened wide and roared loudly!

The people around couldn't help but look dumbfounded, because the huge ugly pear was only the size of a baby's fist after cooking.

The elf girl pursed her lips suddenly, and looked straight at Zhu Fan with her big watery eyes.

But that Zhu Fan was not as lustful as the second senior brother on the journey to the West Heaven, and his eyes were now staring at the ugly pear in Tang Huo's hand.

Twitching his towering pig nose slightly, a golden gaze suddenly appeared in his eyes. From time to time, saliva flowed out of his mouth, and he pounced on him without saying a word, regardless of his image.

As soon as Tang Huo's little hand moved, the ugly pear flew from Tang Huo's right hand to his left hand. Zhu Fan suddenly became anxious at this time, and said with the hand of the soup fire. "Stinky boy, hurry up and give it to me, if you don't give it to me again, be careful that I won't let you pass!" he said and used his other hand to pull it towards Tang Huo's left hand.

"Didn't you look down on him just now?" Tang Huo said to Zhu Fan in a mocking tone.

Zhu Fan kept shaking the fat on his body, and said a little out of breath: "Isn't it okay for me to apologize? Isn't it okay for me to apologize? You quickly give me the ugly pear to taste." A trace of saliva continued to ooze from the corners of his mouth.

Tang Huo saw his hungry look, and hurriedly handed the ugly pear to him and said loudly. "You have to praise her well, or you'll eat it in your mouth, and it's still extremely sour!"

When Zhu Fan heard this, he gently picked up the ugly pear, and asked with some doubts, "What kind of dish is this?"

"This is the ugly pear cooking technique, after my blending, you can call him a concentrated honey ugly pear!" Tang Huo stretched out his thumb, and then said confidently.