When I got back to the kitchen, I found rice, although I felt strange, but the food in the kitchen was really changed, as for why I chose to use rice, there was a reason, when I was sick when I was a child, I couldn't eat anything else, and my father would always carefully cook me a bowl of rice porridge over a warm fire.

The rice porridge that had no taste was unusually comfortable to drink at that time, and the stomach became warm because of the rice porridge, so I decided to use the most ordinary ingredients, those expensive ones always seemed to give me an inexplicable pressure, and I didn't dare to use them indiscriminately, I was afraid that I couldn't do it well, just because I attached great importance to it, so I decided to make a bowl of porridge with my heart, no matter what the final result was, I would cook my porridge carefully.

First wash the rice, then put it in the pot for boiling, slowly the white rice oil began to float on it, at this time I changed to low heat, continue to heat it until the white rice in the pot is gradually cooked, and then it is the more critical time, because the thin pot is easy to make the thicker porridge stick to the bottom of the pot and become mushy, so from this moment on, I have to keep stirring the rice porridge in the pot with a spoon.

Otherwise, the result may be rework, so I am extremely careful and patient in this process, and finally add the pre-cut blue grass to the white rice porridge when I feel that it is finished. After continuing to stir, the color of the porridge gradually changed to a pale blue, and it looked like a bright sea, and I was extremely happy.

Even the best food is nothing more than a drop in the bucket in front of a great chef, so the most ordinary meal can often make it taste very different. I'm sure it's going to be the best porridge he's ever tasted, and if it still doesn't feel good, then I've done my best, and I think I've done the best with the principle that a good chef makes food that brings pleasure to others.

Put the porridge in a white porcelain bowl and carefully place it on the table, and then I will call the main owner and let him taste the porridge I have made.

I walked out of the kitchen and saw the one. It was so thin that it was still crouching where I had seen it when I came, and its hands were still fishing for something in the sea of oil, and for a moment I wondered if it would never get tired. How could I keep squatting on the ground for so long, but I quickly dispelled my thoughts. Humans and ghosts can't be generalized, maybe the body of ghosts is different from humans, and even their physical strength can't be determined by looking at the head, just in my opinion, it's not easy to look at it. It's definitely not the same color as the ones I've encountered in other layers.

"I'm done, let's go into the kitchen and try it!"

I took a deep breath and opened my mouth at it.

"It's fast, I just don't know how it tastes!"

It raised its head slightly, and then fished the fork out of the sea of oil again, this time with a piece of fried golden roast meat on top of it, and it only frowned slightly, and threw it into the hot sea of oil with some disgust.

"It's a little too fried, so it won't taste delicious."

It faintly left such a sentence, and took the lead towards the kitchen.

I'm a little reluctant. But I can't jump into the sea of hot oil, I can only turn around pitifully, that guy is really a waste, such a good meat, it will be eaten for me if it doesn't eat, I will never dislike it fried a little, so it is better to eat it than throw it away.

Forget it, forget it, no matter how much I think about that meat at the moment, I won't come back, I can only see what it will say about my porridge. Hopefully not too bad.

"This is"

It looked at the bowl of blue porridge in front of it, and didn't make any further movements, just frowned and thought about something.

"An ordinary bowl of porridge."

I said it on purpose, and that's all. in order to make it more interested in this bowl of porridge.

"I know it's porridge, but what did you add to it?"

It asked suspiciously, trying to get an answer from my mouth.

"You taste it first, and maybe you'll find out."

I induce it, because with its personality for making food, it will never taste the slightest flaw. Right now, since it doesn't recognize the orchid, that's my best chance.

"Taste it."

It had a lot of faith in itself, otherwise I would never have seen a look of eagerness on its face. Then it picked up the spoon and took a sip.

"How is this possible?"

Its hand holding the spoon began to tremble a little, and it seemed to me that it was a little uncontrollable to open its mouth to say something, and it stared blankly at the bowl in front of it, and took another sip in disbelief.

"Could it be an accident?"

It put down the bowl in its hand and looked around for some seasoning to eat, it turned out to be true, it had a sense of taste, and it was excited to tears. "Little baby, let me ask you, how did you do it!"

It looked at me nervously.

"It's this!"

I took out the remaining grass and showed it it.

"What is this?"

As soon as it saw the blue grass, it was obviously a little confused.

"The legendary herb of flavor is also the only one in the world."

When I said the second half of the sentence, I thought of the blue figure again, and unconsciously became sentimental.

"How did the legendary Herb of Evoking Taste end up with you?"

It then pressed to find out more.

"A friend gave it to you, just after discovering your secret, I feel that it will be very helpful to you."

I didn't say that I was looking for it specifically, that would be a bit of a fake, and that would be even better.

"That friend of yours, I'm afraid it's a person with sorrow, otherwise this grass would never be mixed with so much sorrow, although I don't know how you got this flavor grass, but I want to tell you, this flavor grass is a legendary rare ingredient, because no one has seen it at all, so it is called the top treasure in the ghost recipe, it can be said to be priceless in the ghost world, of course it has never appeared, and there are more ghost chefs like me who want to get it, this is not only because it can make ghosts taste it, It's more because it makes you taste the chef's heart, and that's the most amazing thing about it."

It said a lot, but I didn't remember much, I just winked at it.

"Why don't you speak?"

It looked a little anxious, but I didn't know what I could say at the moment.

"What do you want to say, will you let me and my friends go?"

I asked weakly.

"Of course, not only that, but I also want to treat you to a big meal as a thank you for being willing to make such a precious ingredient for me to eat." (To be continued.) )