Chen Wanxi originally didn't look down on this kind of vulgar wild food, her pursuit of exquisite food is like her pursuit of life ideals, and she must pursue the ultimate.

As for the usual spirit fruit wine and spirit rice wine, she didn't even bother to look at it, for her, drinking this kind of wine would make her taste in life lower by several levels.

She has her own specially prepared wine, which is a good wine.

As a monk, she pursues the limits of life, clothing, food, shelter, and transportation, all of which pursue perfection.

But......

The Spiritual Canteen Patriarch actually said so, wouldn't it be too faceless not to taste it again? And she also saw it just now, and the patriarch also tasted it himself......

Chen Wanxi took out a pair of special white jade chopsticks from the storage bag, carefully pinched a small piece and put it in her mouth.

The taste, salty, spicy, and a little sweet......

This kind of flavor is really simple for a clever chef, and it is simply not challenging.

Yang Fengfeng sandwiched a large piece, dipped it in a fierce sauce and put it in front of her with a clean small plate: "The picnic, although it is not exquisite, is also full of flavor." Let's have a big piece so that you can eat it. ”

Chen Wanxi frowned, "Eat yours, I'll come by myself." ”

Yang Dingfeng glanced at her, his eyes rolled, and he suddenly understood. He took out another pair of new chopsticks, picked out another big one, dipped it in the grilled fish and put it in front of Chen Wanxi.

The Patriarch of the Spirit Canteen smiled and praised Yang Fengfeng: "Smart ......"

Chen Wanxi glared at Yang Dingfeng, and then picked up the back piece and ate it. After eating this big bite, the outside is charred, fragrant, salty and spicy, which makes Chen Wanxi, who is used to eating light and exquisite food, frown.

After eating this bite, it was so spicy that she stuck out her tongue: "What kind of taste, salty and spicy, aren't you afraid of eating it and hurting your stomach?" ”

"Hahahaha! It's spicy......" The Spirit Canteen Patriarch laughed, he had also been spicy before.

The family is a master, and Yang Fengfeng can't say anything, just bow his head and eat his own. Turnip greens have their own loves, and he doesn't want to be a spirit chef who can conquer the tongue of the world, so she loves to eat or not.

Xiaolan saw that she was so spicy that she stuck out her tongue, and kindly reminded: "Sister, if you drink a sip of ice wine, it won't be spicy, and the ice spirit fruit wine is very delicious." ”

Chen Wanxi had no choice but to pick up the spirit fruit wine and drink it in one go. As soon as this cold wine reached the mouth, the spicy taste suddenly diluted a lot.

After two glasses of ice wine, she even felt a little nostalgic for the fragrant, salty and spicy feeling, so she reluctantly ate a few more bites.

After eating, it is spicy, drink ice wine when it is spicy, and eat it again after it is spicy......

And so again and again, the more she ate, the more enjoyable she felt.

The spirit fish, which is bigger than a crocodile, didn't eat it for long, and it was finished. Among them, Xiaolan eats the most and the fastest. With this spirit fish, she can eat it alone and not be full, let alone four people eating it now?

After a large grilled fish was eaten to the point that only the bones remained, Xiaolan put down the chopsticks, didn't say anything, and dived to the bottom of the Lingtan with a plop, picked two big ones and came up again.

Yang Dingfeng knew that she hadn't eaten enough, and he hadn't eaten enough himself, so he had to slaughter the fish and roast it. In addition, in order to get it done once and for all, he also jumped into the water to find a few relatively small ones, and after slaughtering them, he took out three large pots and put them in to steam.

Kitchen knives, spices, and large iron pots are the three things that must be brought to the spiritual kitchen of this world. Even if you forget to bring a magic weapon and a flying sword, you can't forget these three things, otherwise you won't be worthy of being a qualified spirit chef.

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After being full of wine and food, the Spirit Canteen Patriarch looked at Yang Fengfeng with a smile, and said in an appreciative tone: "In just a few years, you have advanced by leaps and bounds to the late Yuan Infant stage, not bad, even the so-called peerless Tianjiao of this sect who has been piled up with uncounted resources is not as powerful as you." ”

"The patriarch has won the prize." As soon as he spoke, Yang Fengfeng always felt that something was wrong, and his feeling had always been very accurate.

The Spiritual Canteen Patriarch waved his hand: "Hey...... There is no award, a talent like you will definitely be the pillar of this sect in the future, uh...... However, Yuanying is still on the periphery, and in order to truly become the core of this sect, you must step into the transformation of the gods! However, it is not enough to have resources to step into the Divine Light, you also need to have amazing qualifications and opportunities...... Well, I'm experienced, and I'll give you a place to retreat for a long time. I promise that you will be able to discover your maximum potential there, and you will be able to reach the god of transformation in the shortest possible time! ”

"Huh?" Yang Dingfeng smelled the smell of conspiracy, "The ancestor is bothered, I think I'm fine in Lingshi Mountain, this is really a treasure of feng shui." ”

"Hey...... The eldest husband always stays in a safe place, how can he sharpen his super toughness? You have to be a person who is on the cusp of the storm to become a real strongman, let's go, I will arrange for you to go to a good place. The flowers in those greenhouses will not become pillars in the future without wind and rain. Believe me, it may be someone else's hell, but for you, it will be your paradise......"

The words of the Patriarch of the Spirit Canteen were full of earnest teachings, and his eyes were still shining and shining, as if it was really a rare Feng Shui treasure.

But the more he said this, the more Yang Dingfeng felt that this old man was unreliable.

"Ancestor, I don't want to leave Master, I don't want to leave you, otherwise, I'd better guard the Spirit Food Mountain for you. Also, I can also help you take care of Xiaolan, hehe, I'll give that feng shui treasure to someone else. ”

"Hey, hey, hey, this is a great creation of yours, a great opportunity, you can't let it. Come with me, we'll go now, and arrange a late-Yuan Infant monk like you there, I'm at ease, and the head of the sect is also at ease." After that, he couldn't help but pull up Yang Fengfeng and leave.

Even if he left, he still walked through the void, which made Yang Fengfeng dizzy and didn't adapt for a long time.

"This is it, and from now on, this area will be your territory. You rabbit cubs, don't hurry up and thank you, thank you for my apprentice! ”

Here, there were more than a dozen monks with sad faces, numbly looking at Yang Fengfeng and the Spiritual Canteen Patriarch who suddenly appeared. But finally, one of them still reacted, he suddenly used his strength to eat, flew to Yang Fengfeng's side as fast as he could, and shouted: "Thank you, thank you for the grace of senior brother's reconstruction!" ”

At this time, Yang Fengfeng was still fainting, his ears were buzzing, and his eyes were still bursting with a large string of small golden stars. He didn't even know what this place was, but suddenly he heard someone thanking him, so he tried to hold his head and look at the monk in front of him. (To be continued.) )