When Su Quan climbed to the top of Kaiyang Peak, it was still early. At the top of the peak, the spiritual mist is light, the fairy clouds are numerous, and the light early glow glows with a faint red light into this piece of spiritual mist that seems to be real and illusory, and the spiritual mist in the sky is hung with a layer of faint rouge pink. A young girl in snow-white palace clothes was sitting on a stone platform with a jade comb, combing her long hair like a waterfall of black jade. The eyebrows are slightly frowned, the curtains are low, and when you look at it from a distance, it is like a fairyland on earth, and the beauty of the fairyland, which makes people dare not breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing this piece of heavenly beauty that seems to be stagnant.

It's just, alas...... Su Quan's footsteps climbed the last stone staircase, and he saw the girl in the palace costume, snorting angrily and throwing something over. The white light is sharp and the momentum is amazing. Frightened, Su Quan hurriedly flashed. Outcome...... A handful of ...... The kitchen knife flew down her nose. Slashed straight at the trunk of a centenarian tree two meters behind her...... With a bang, the trunk split in half......

"Are you a tortoise? When did I send the message? Why did you come at this time? ”

Su Quan looked at the waist-high tree that was cut by a 'kitchen knife', and his face turned pale. But before she could recover from this historic shocking scene, she saw a flower in front of her eyes, her feet were empty, and when she saw it, she had already let the palace girl carry her neck into the kitchen. Pointing to a pheasant bound by a spirit vine on the table, he said, "Hurry up." It's three o'clock in the morning, and the ancestor is about to have breakfast every hour. If you don't have breakfast for me, I'll skin you!" ”

A cold sweat, 10,000 black lines.

Ready for breakfast in just a quarter of an hour? That's too difficult, isn't it?

But now, I can't care about talking about this? In fact, if she had just received the summons, it would have been two quarters of an hour. But she was stunned, and pulled Mo Shi to talk for a long time. As a result, it was too late, not to mention, and it took on such a big problem!

A chicken?

Su Quan frowned, but respectfully asked the girl behind her: "Uncle Shi, are you going to ask for ** soup?" Or do you want to eat chicken rice porridge? ”

The palace girl twisted her eyebrows, as if she was thinking about what chicken porridge was. But after thinking about the time, he quickly jumped up again: "When?" Still messy? Shizu wants to drink chicken soup, you hurry up and make it. ”

"Just chicken soup? Don't you want to be early? ”

Su Quan didn't plan to waste time, but she didn't want to provoke the palace girl to be anxious: "What about earlier?" It's nice to have soup to drink. Hurry up and don't miss the hour. Of course, it's good to have a snack, but do you have time? ”

Take a deep breath! Su Quan turned his head to face the battlefield. After looking at the materials in front of me and thinking for half a minute, I decisively started work. First of all, it is natural to kill chickens, and it is simply a drizzle for monks to kill chickens. Disembowel, put serum viscera. The former is because Su Quan doesn't know gold spells, so he can only hold the knife with his own hands; But the latter only needs to release the rain bathing technique to make the water flow, and it will be washed clean in less than ten seconds. Then, pick out a purple gold pot, put the slaughtered pheasant in it first, and then put in the appropriate amount of spiritual spring and refined salt. Immediately afterwards, I sliced chives and mushrooms, and put five spoonfuls of the clear-tasting spirit wine I found yesterday.

While doing these things, the maiden in palace clothes generally looked in the direction of the main house, and rushed straight to urge her. But no matter what she said, Su Quan didn't hear it. When all the ingredients are ready, the original lid on the Zijin pot is closed. But after the cover is completed, there is no hurry to ignite the fire. Instead, she found a piece of silver in the bag that she used to make jewelry. It's not a precious material, but it's ready to be used at this time. First, he kneaded the silver into thin strips with his fingers and placed them on the edge of the pot, and then with a flip of his fingers, a long flame erupted, but not the bottom of the pot, but the silver on the edge of the lid!

Kyaukyu Nahan: "What are you doing here?" When is it and still have time to play? ”

Su Quan ignored her, and still set the fire until all the pile of dense silver was burned and the lid next to it was tightly integrated, and then the fire spirit stone prepared today was put under the pot.

The Fire Spirit Stone is the most common stone with fire aura in the cultivation realm. It doesn't have a pretty appearance, and it doesn't have too much aura. The only desirable thing is to be used by the monks as a low-level source of heat. Like cooking rice, boiling water, cooking tea, and so on. In fact, when doing these things, as long as there is a fire spirit root that releases real fire, it can also be done. But the monks always felt that this was a waste of their aura, so they conveniently used such stones instead. After all, the price of fire spirit stones is extremely cheap, and a piece of spirit stone can buy a lot of back. And making a palm-sized fire spirit stone is enough to last for half a month. It's a great deal!

Of course, its flame is not very large. It is not unavoidable to simmer on low heat. But today's time is really running out, so Su Quan took out ten fire spirit stones at a time, not to mention, but also released a real fire, and directly burned all ten fire spirit stones.

Kyaukyu was so frightened that she screamed: "You're going to be confused like this!" ”

Su Quan lowered her eyebrows, but didn't bother to talk to her, but took a bowl of raw rice directly from the rice trough. I took another pot, just like the Zijin pot, and put the raw rice and spiritual spring directly into it. When she let the fire spirit stone burn these two pots, she washed a bunch of dried scallops again, cut them all into small pieces and put them in a large bowl, and added some refined salt to them. After doing this, she walked to the pot where the rice was cooking, put away the fire spirit stone, but did not open the lid directly. Rather, it will ...... The Hokage Technique that he had learned before used to suck all the hot air from the pot into his palm in less than a moment......

The purple gold cauldron that was still burning like coals turned into a cold appearance in the blink of an eye...... Kyaukyu stopped talking now, and looked up and down the female cultivator who looked about forty years old thoughtfully with a pair of beautiful eyes. I saw her split the lid of the pot with a knife, but the rice inside was already steamed.

Kyaukyu was shocked and pointed to the rice and shouted, "How did you do this?" "It's only less than half a cup of tea, how can this rice be good?

How is it good?

Of course, because of the pressure? It is a modern person who knows when he sees this situation that Su Quan's improvement to the pot today is to use the principle of pressure cooker. It's just that time is tight, and there is no pressure relief equipment here. Therefore, Su Quan had no choice but to use the principle of thermal expansion and cold contraction to lower blood pressure in a physical low temperature way.

After digging out the rice from the pot, he put it in a large bowl with dried scallops, stirred well, and pressed into small cakes. Set up the oil pan and go down one by one to fry the rice crackers until they are light yellow and take them out. When I set it aside to strain the oil, I turned the chicken stock pot back in the same way as before. It's just that this time, Su Quan didn't absorb all the heat and temperature, but left a few points. After all, if the chicken soup is cold, it won't taste good. But because the specific temperature was not well controlled, I was almost disfigured by the residual pressure when I boiled the pot.

Fortunately, it was a monk, and the lid of the pot was pressed down, and the material of the purple gold pot was special, so it was able to withstand such a small pressure. It wasn't until the pressure was cleared that the pheasant was brought out with chopped bones and rotten flesh. Finally, the consommé and mushrooms are served in a sweet white porcelain soup bowl, and the cooked chicken is torn into thin side dishes, mixed with sesame oil and sesame seeds, and served in a shallow dish. Of course, there are also fried rice crackers made for breakfast. Finally, seeing that there seemed to be a little bit of time left, Su Quan quickly used the remaining chicken soup to blanch a handful of green plants that looked like spinach, and then cut them into small pieces and served them on the table.

When the bell rang, there was not only soup and grain on the boxwood carved wood plate, but also two side dishes, one meat and one vegetable. The palace girl smiled toothlessly, threw down the sentence 'you wait', and rushed into the main house with a plate.

After about two quarters of an hour, he ran out with leftovers. Su Quan was just about to go up and take over the cleaning, but he didn't want Uncle Jiaoyu to throw things aside, and after a cleaning spell, the dishes were as clean as new. And then...... Uncle Jiaoyu gently grabbed Aunt Zhao's old hand: "Xiao Zhao, is it hard to work under the mountain?" ”

Xiao Zhao? The corners of Su Quan's mouth twitched. If these words are seen by the world, they will think that this uncle is crazy. She looks fifteen or sixteen, but this Zhao Xinnan is now in her forties. It's pretty much the same in reverse. But in the cultivation realm, this is a normal thing. The appearance of the monk is presented in proportion to his age. For example, a forty-year-old aunt may be like an aunt during the Qi refining period. But after the foundation building period, she can almost pretend to be a girl of thirteen or fourteen; If you reach the Jindan stage, if you don't deliberately control your body, you can become a five or six-year-old child. As for the bigger ones...... Ahem, in fact, it is completely impossible to marry at the age of forty, but that's just what we're talking about. In the eyes of the cultivation realm, age is the most insignificant thing. Everyone only looks at their appearance, not their actual age. Yang Zhenning's pear blossom pressed the begonia and attracted a number of people to scold, but in fact, the age difference is only fifty or sixty years old. If Yang Zhenning is a cultivator, he is fifty or sixty years old, and he can't see it at all, and even if he cultivates high, it is normal for him to be hundreds of years older than you, but he looks younger than you. So...... Although Xiao Zhao choked Su Quan with this sentence, he almost lost his breath, but after thinking about it, he still suppressed it. He smiled lightly: "Hard work is naturally hard work, but everyone is like this, and the disciples have nothing to complain about." ”

Uncle Jiaoyu smiled even more gently: "Then in that case, would you like to come up and cook for me every day for three meals?" I'll give you thirty spirit stones a day, no, fifty, how about it? ”

What the? Fifty spirit stones?

When she had the highest income in Streamer Valley, she didn't earn more than twenty spirit stones a day. But this is to make fifty dollars at once? And all you need to do is three meals? It's a great deal. No wonder it is said that where are the monks of the Extreme Heavenly Gate the richest, and the monks of Kaiyang Peak are the richest, it turns out that it is true. He nodded happily at the moment.

Seeing that this Xiao Zhao was so crisp, Uncle Jiaoyu also smiled. At the moment, he took out a storage bag and threw it over: "It's almost 1,500 spirit stones here, and I will use it as your salary for a month." As long as you wait for your master and ancestor well, I will have another reward. ”

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Since then, Su Quan has gotten up before dawn every day and scraped all the way to the top of the mountain to make breakfast. After doing it, it was scraped down again, closed the door and practiced for two hours, and then climbed up again. After making lunch, I came down again, this time to sleep. When dinner is done, it can be used for a longer sitting. You don't have to deal with that old woman in Streamer Valley again, but her income is so many times higher than before, what fool wouldn't calculate this kind of account? And in order to keep his golden rice bowl that fell from the sky, Su Quan almost shook out all the stunts of pressing the bottom of the box in his previous life.

Fried, exploded, burned, fried, slipped, boiled, boiled, and shabu-shabu are all on the battlefield, steaming, stewing, simmering, stewing, stewing, grilling, baking, and stir-frying, not to mention frying, collapsing, marinating, sauce, mixing, boiling, pickling, freezing, simmering, drunk, roasting, and smoking. In a month, ninety meals, none of them were the same. Uncle Jiaoyu eats every day with oily corners of his mouth, because this Comrade Xiao Zhao is actually very eye-catching, and even does her share. She no longer has to wait for her master every day and then run back to get her own food. Just sit here for a while, and you'll be able to do both. The food is fragrant, the craftsmanship is good, the people are clean, and there are absolutely few words. If you don't take the initiative to talk to her, she will never ask you a word. It is tens of thousands of times better than the women who thought they had arrived at the gate of Lingbao Zhenjun's cave mansion and had a lot of thoughts.

Uncle Jiaoyu used it very smoothly.

But it's a pity that it took her less than a year for Zhao Xinnan to resign from her. There is no other reason: "The disciple has already completed his Qi refining, and he will go to the Heavenly Ladder Cave next month to retreat and advance to the next level." I don't know how long it will take. So, the disciple has to say goodbye to you. ”

Uncle Jiaoyu's little face suddenly turned into a bun, and he grabbed her hand with teary eyes: "Xiao Zhao, do you really want to leave?" Can't you go no? ”

"Uncle Shi, the disciple is going to retreat and build a foundation."

Oh, yes! This reason seems unstoppable. But, "Will you come and cook for me after you build the foundation?" ”

This one...... After thinking about it, Su Quan shook his head. Uncle Jiaoyu burst into tears: "Why? Come back, I can give you a raise. Sixty dollars a day, is seventy dollars good? ”

Su Quan smiled bitterly: "Senior uncle, don't say that the disciple doesn't know if he can succeed in building a foundation at one time, even if he succeeds by luck, he needs to retreat for a long time to stabilize the realm." Maybe Uncle Shi has already found a more suitable candidate at this time. Besides, after the disciple builds the foundation, he must have more consideration in the face of the future road. It's no longer just about earning spirit stones. The disciple wants to think carefully before making a decision, so he really can't accept anything from his uncle. ”

Seeing that she had made up her mind, Kyaukyu only felt so sad and sad. After sending Su Quan down, he has been standing at the gate of the courtyard. It wasn't until he sensed that Zhao Xinnan's aura had reached the halfway point of the mountain, that he saw that the beautiful and vivid beauty who was still charming and vivid turned into a woodcarved puppet after a flash of aura. The clothes on his body are still there, but his skin and limbs are elastic and coquettish that are no longer suitable.

At this time, inside the door of the main hall, which seemed to be always empty, two people finally came out.

One looked to be in his fifties, bald and red-faced, with a big belly. The clothes are even more torn, and even the straw sandals on the feet. But the momentum around him is majestic, and he is actually a Yuanying monk. And standing next to him was an elegant young man in his twenties. The figure is slender, and his face is pale, as if he has a deficiency disease. At first glance, there is no monk's upright and sassy demeanor. But Dingqing took a closer look, but saw that his face was like a peach blossom, his eyebrows were like stars, his long eyebrows were like looking at the moon, and his red lips were more delicate and delicate than his daughter. It's a beautiful boy like a stunning beauty.

The Yuanying monk looked at the path down the mountain and smiled all over his face: "Jingchen, are you still satisfied with this child?" ”

The beautiful young man frowned, just this time, it was like Xi Shi's heart, which made people love infinitely. It's just such a beautiful young man, but the voice that came out of the words was like a broken jade, so cold that there was no trace of temperature: "It's not bad." ”

The infant monk smiled so hard that he couldn't see his eyes: "Your grandmother recommended it, of course it's good." This Xiao Zhao works hard and has a pure mind. Although the qualifications are a little worse, it is rare to be a good person who cultivates a discipline. Every day, he either earns spirit stones or cultivates behind closed doors. Especially after returning from Yincui Valley, it may be that he picked some treasure, and the speed of cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and it has only been less than five years, and he has achieved great perfection in refining qi. I don't think it's a big problem for her to build a foundation. If you like it, after the foundation is built, the master will transfer her to your cave and use it as you like, okay? ”