Zou Ming was still quite embarrassed to be complained by the immortals in front of him that the ingredients were too bad, although the little stove god often complained before, but at that time, he was also familiar with the little stove god, but at this time, he didn't talk a few words with this breeze fairy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"If you want to get good ingredients in the mortal world, you have to spend a lot of money, Xiaomin...... That, ahem, is more lacking in this outside of the body. Zou Ming coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment.

"That's what this immortal powerhouse is difficult, but I feel that such ingredients are really sorry for Xiaoyou's craftsmanship, so I was a little mean, and I ask Xiaoyou not to blame." Qingfeng finished speaking and made a gesture towards Zou Ming.

"I can't help it, I can't help it, it's because the conditions of my humble house are too simple, and I have wronged the immortals." Zou Ming hurriedly made a move, but he was much more relieved to know that this immortal was as easy to talk as the little stove god.

"Actually, when I traveled to the mortal world, I found a lot of ingredients that set the aura of heaven and earth, and if you are free, you can go with me to pick a few." Qingfeng showed a fascinated expression, and the ingredients that could make the foodie gods think about it could not be ordinary.

"That's a good thing, but the Stove God sat down and the immortal once told me that ingredients are important, but if you can make simple ingredients delicious, then you will be a chef." Zou Ming was very confident when he said this, after all, he had seen the little stove god make so many ordinary ingredients into delicious dishes.

"Hmm...... Turning decay into magic, Xiaoyou taught me a lesson. Qingfeng nodded.

"Don't dare to be." Zou Ming hurriedly surrendered his hand.

"But Xiaoyou is so confident, it makes me look forward to this white porridge again." Qingfeng finished speaking and looked at the rice.

"Please rest assured, the taste is guaranteed." Porridge and meat floss are Zou Ming's current mastery, after all, the amount of practice is the largest, so he is very confident.

……

It didn't take long for a bowl of freshly cooked white porridge to be served into the bowl by Zou Ming, and Qingfeng couldn't wait to get into his body.

"Hu ......" "Hu ......"

After the porridge was slightly cooled, Zou Ming picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

"Xiaoyou is really good!" When he tasted the taste of white porridge, Qingfeng immediately praised it.

"When I fry some meat floss and put it in the porridge, it will taste even better." After Zou Ming finished speaking, he ate another mouthful of porridge.

"Then please let Ben Xian taste it." Qingfeng's voice was a little excited.

In the end, Zou Ming drank a whole pot of meat floss porridge, if he hadn't said that his stomach could no longer hold it, I was afraid that Qingfeng would have to come to the bowl again.

"It's unimaginable to taste such delicious food in the mortal world." Qingfeng, who had already broken away from Zou Ming's body, smashed his mouth and said, obviously still reminiscing.

Zou Ming, who was eating, was sitting on a chair rubbing his stomach, and he was afraid that he would burp violently as soon as he spoke now.

"Xiaoyou, I also want to teach you something, I don't know if you want to accept it." Although Qingfeng said it very casually, his expression was very serious.

This surprised Zou Ming, who was digesting, and hurriedly stood up and gave his hand, "Of course I do, it's my honor." ”

"Don't you even ask me what I'm going to teach you?" Qingfeng smiled slightly.

"Whatever the immortals teach, I believe it will be enough for me to use for a lifetime." When it's time to shoot on the back, Zou Ming is definitely very slippery.

"Haha, what I'm going to teach you is nothing else, it's the literature I'm good at." After Qingfeng finished speaking, he added, "Actually, I am also a little selfish while teaching you, I want to borrow your hand to promote my teachings, which will also help my practice." ”

For Qingfeng to teach himself literature, Zou Ming is naturally unlikely to have any accidents, Wenqu Xing is down to earth! Can't you still teach kung fu?

"I've always been very fond of literature, and it's really a blessing to be able to get the guidance of the Qingfeng Immortals." Zou Ming said this sincerely, in fact, he liked Chinese very much when he was in school, and the despair of no less than 800 words in the eyes of others was not a matter for him at all, and he even submitted a lot of manuscripts to magazines in high school, but he didn't pass it......

"Well, as far as I know, the fastest transmission of words in the mortal world is the Internet, right?" Qingfeng quickly cut to the chase.

"Yes." Zou Ming nodded immediately. Internet literature, Weibo advertorials, short blogs, etc., are all new literary models formed because the Internet can spread rapidly, and netizens are also very receptive to these, with tens of millions of clicks and hundreds of thousands of comments at every turn.

"So can you publish your work directly on the Internet?" Qingfeng asked again.

"Well, that's total." Whether you want to write an online novel or a Weibo advertorial, you only need to register an account.

"Okay, then let's teach and practice at the same time, and now we will go to the Internet and publish articles." Qingfeng clapped his hands and made a decision.

"Huh? So fast? Zou Ming was stunned, he didn't expect Qingfeng to be so resolute, and he was going to be a writer himself?

"I'll teach you well, by the way, you have a computer, right?" Qingfeng is afraid that he will be "difficult for others" if he is not careful.

"The computer is still available, please rest assured, it's upstairs." Zou Ming said as he left the kitchen and walked towards the second floor.

Back in his room, Zou Ming opened the laptop, and when he turned it on, Zou Ming turned around and asked Qingfeng: "How about choosing online literature?" Able to write a lot of content, suitable for spreading a variety of ideas. ”

"Yes." Qingfeng nodded, it didn't seem to matter what carrier he chose to make a fuss.

Hearing Qingfeng agreed, Zou Ming opened the search engine and entered [Yue Reading Chinese Network], he usually does not read less online novels, so he still knows more about the website of online novels, this Yue Reading Chinese Network can be said to be the giant of online novels, quite a lot of web gods are in this website, including a few he likes.

Zou Ming found the writer's area in a very eye-catching position on the homepage, and then chose to apply to become a writer, and then filled in a series of information, Zou Ming became a new author with an author named "Mapo Tofu", as for why he took this name, it is purely that most of the names of several gods he likes are dish names......

"What type of articles do we write?" Zou Ming showed all the twelve major literary classifications given by the website to Qingfeng.

"History." Qingfeng made a choice very decisively.

"Okay, so what about the title?" For Qingfeng's choice of history, Zou Ming thinks it is the most reasonable, if he chooses fantasy, he will be full of disobedience......

"And what about the title of the book?" After choosing the historical classification, the next step is to decide on the title of the book.

"Let's call it Drunken Tang." Qingfeng thought about it for a little and decided on the title of the book.

"Drunk...... Tang Dynasty. "Sounds a little incoherent.

"And what about the introduction?" For a book, the introduction is also quite important.