"The food should be taken slowly, and this food made with ground-level ingredients is enough for them to maintain ten hours of physical exertion, so let them exercise and absorb all the energy contained in the ground-level ingredients before moving on to the next food. ”

In recent years, the problem of insufficient food has made the elven elder develop a bad habit of picking at the door, and he is always careful with his calculations.

Even when this kind of food is more abundant, he is still reluctant to waste anything.

"However, if you don't dispose of the ingredients now, the juice of the ingredients will gradually pass away, and the quality of the dishes will deteriorate. ”

Yevre is a professional habit, but he can't tolerate the ingredients being left for too long, even if there are freezing measures, it will lead to the quality of the ingredients.

Until now, at least, Gävre had only found a way to maintain the quality of his ingredients----- to put them in storage spaces where time stood still.

Could it be that this distressed elven tribe still has a large space for storage equipment?

That's really awesome, Lao Tie!

"It's okay, you can still keep it fresh for two days. ”

The Elven Grand Elder stretched out the layers of wrinkles, shook his staff slightly, and then chanted the Elven incantation softly.

A faint green light flickered from the tip of the staff, and then spread rapidly until it completely enveloped the semi-finished ingredients, like an attached green film, which never dissipated for a long time.

"What level of spell is this?

Yevre curiously looked back and forth at the half-finished ingredients in the green hat, and then looked at the elven great elder who looked at ease and did not lose half of his strength.

"It's just a gadget of the Xuan Tier. Looking at your appearance, do you want to learn? Then you still have to die, without the spiritual talent of the elves, this natural spell is not easy to learn. ”

The elven elven elder, who was old and perfect, saw through Yevre's careful thinking at a glance, and directly punched Yevre's delusion.

"I'll help you out when dinner is cooked! ”

"Well, I'll go out and have a look!"

Yevre, who was holding a large gold-silk landscape wood grain plate containing a full thirty pounds of sour balls, glanced back at the soup stock that had turned off the fire, and looked at the 1,300 elven conquests on the task page with satisfaction, and hurried out of the wooden kitchen.

While chewing and savoring his work, he came to the open-air kitchen not far away.

Originally, I wanted to see what a dry elf had eaten, but unfortunately, a large number of elves had already solved their share of food, and under the urging of a dry instructor, they began to sweat and train hard again.

There are only more than 100 elf mages who have been looking through the autumn water, but they are at the end of the line, and dozens of elves who use their best to fool the meatballs.

Looking at the poor Baba, whose cute eyes blinked like stars in the sky, and the rest of the little ones who flattened their mouths, if you don't give me a bite, I will cry to show you, Yevre couldn't help but laugh.

A bite of delicious diced meat is like a sudden raindrop, swaying on the earth.

"Uncle Lei, so many cute meatballs, how can you finish eating, let me help you eat a few, so as not to spoil your little belly." ”

Seeing Yevre from afar, and the large wooden plate that floated, Amunsiri did not hesitate to abandon the stingy mage sister and ran over.

"You greedy little one, be careful that your belly becomes a magic pig. ”

Yevre looked at it amusedly, but the little guy who kept blinking, but instantly handed over the small wooden plate that could not be refused, still took five sour balls weighing eight ounces and gave them to her.

Little Lori is so cute, especially the naturally beautiful elf Lori, I can't bear to refuse.

As for the trivial matter of being doubled by the strict instructors after eating, it has nothing to do with Yevre.

"Uncle Lei is so good, the meatballs he made are so delicious, I can't stop eating at all. ”

Amunsiri opened her mouth and swallowed a delicious meatball in one gulp, her cheeks bulging high, but she still vaguely flattered Yevre.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you. ”

Amon Siri's eating appearance, but he jumped Yevre, and he was not afraid of choking?

"Come, three for one person. ”

Amunsiri walked to the table with great interest, and looked at the pitiful elf Lori, and Yevre's heart softened, and he only left himself less than thirty sour balls.

"Thank you, Uncle Ray. ”

"Uncle Ray is so nice, not like a greedy sister. ”

......

A group of elves with delicate facial features, looking at the sudden surprise, fiercely despised a group of mage sisters who were not pulling out a hair, and surrounded Yevre with a very sweet mouth.

"Well, that's all. Train well for a while, and there will be good food in the evening. ”

With a smile on his face, Yevre flapped his wings a few times before he drove the little ones away.

"Why are you so stingy, children, you should eat more, otherwise there will be enough nutrition. ”

Yevre smiled and looked at the unfamiliar elven female mage, and chatted familiarly.

"This is a ground-level ingredient, they are only at the beginning of the Xuan Rank, and they are not suitable for eating too much. ”

A mage of the lower realm named Jolimpass, the amiable Chao Evre.

"And this meatball can restore physical strength slightly, for our group of weak mages, three pounds of meatball is comparable to an ordinary advanced physical strength recovery potion. ”

"Really? How could I not know?

The eight-star dishes I made suddenly became medicines, and I didn't even notice it!

Could it be that he recovers too fast, and he doesn't care about this little recovery bonus at all?

The treacherous and cunning elven elder didn't remind him, and deliberately made a fortune in a muffled voice?

"Haha, this is also what the Great Elder told us, didn't he really remind you?"

Jolimpus was stunned for a moment, then looked in the direction of the kitchen, and then smiled awkwardly.

"I don't know what the other dishes are, what the Great Elder said in private, you can tell me about it, so that I can improve the details and make the dishes better. ”

Jevre's heart churned, and he smiled helplessly before continuing to listen to the news.

"You still ask him directly, I'm embarrassed to chew on the root of my tongue in private. ”

For a moment, Cholimpus ended the topic stiffly, and then chatted very jerkily about other anecdotes.

Yevre understood in an instant, and he was no longer entangled, chatting with great interest about the things made up by the outside world, but the relationship between everyone was a little closer.

After saying goodbye to the mage sisters who wanted to continue meditating, Yevre didn't bother to talk to the elven elder, but flew to the training ground and looked at the group of elves who were repeatedly tossed with relish.

Actually, Yevre didn't want to come here, but unfortunately, when he called the Scarlet Codex before, there was a little accident.

More than 3,000 forest elves had eaten the eight-star dish ---- sour meatballs, and Yevre thought: How can the task be completed?

As a result, with a heart full of enthusiasm, he was slapped on the head.

2,000/2,000 Elf Conquest, since it does not meet the standard of eating ten eight-star new dishes per person, please continue to work hard.

Is this because I haven't learned the language well, or is the Scarlet Codex playing with words?

Aren't the two side quest requirements on the quest page separated by commas?

So why wasn't this the case in Ziopra's private estate?

Playing with people, right?

Feeling that he had been toyed with by the Scarlet Codex, Yevre looked as usual, but he was full of anger.

Therefore, let's take a look at the elves who are tossed to die or live.

As the saying goes: build your own happiness on the pain of others.

Watching Ammonsiri sweat and practice the knife with heavy loads, Yevre had a lot less trouble.

I can't control my mouth, who is to blame?

The stern elven instructor was slightly stunned at Yevre, and then continued to shout vigorously.

"Go on, swing the knife two thousand times, and whoever is lazy will save dinner. ”

"Today, you are eating all the ground-level ingredients, and if you don't train with all your might, it will be a waste of energy. ”

"Amunsiri, you are not allowed to squeeze your eyebrows, and you will be punished for swinging your sword 800 times, and you have eaten the most just now. ”

Amunsili looked at the gloating Yevre with a complicated expression, and then looked sideways at the expressionless instructor, with tears in his eyes, and with a pout, he wanted to cry silently until dawn.

"Don't cry, the forest elves don't shed their blood without tears. ”

The elf instructor with a straight face doesn't eat this set, no matter how cute you are, you don't bother to continue to deal with Amon Xili.

In this way, the bitter elf made Yevre eliminate the restlessness in his heart and feel much happier.

This extreme training was for several hours, and the sweaty Amunsiri flew away without waiting to condemn the flying eagle that had fallen into the well.

He flew away alone, leaving Amunsiri in disarray.

After returning to his own wooden house, he exercised his mental strength for a while, and came to the kitchen again under the affectionate call of Pasley.

Time flies so fast, and in a blink of an eye, it's dinner time.

The elven elven elder, who had been reminded by Pasley, walked to the wooden kitchen with his front and back feet, leisurely dissolved the spell, and then sat down on an ordinary wooden stool, waiting for the dish to come out.

The elven elven elder who has grown old is not only to satisfy the appetite of the tongue, but also to observe Yevre's cooking methods up close.

Why is it that it is a delicious and beautiful delicacy, but why does it have a medicinal effect?

Boiled liver flowers can improve mental activity, which is very helpful for elven mages who have been meditating for a long time.

And the sour pills and yesterday's balls can be used as advanced stamina recovery elixirs.

In this small tribe without alchemists and pharmacists, it can be described as timely rain.

Although in the eyes of the outside race, the forest elves should also be proficient in life spells, or restoration spells.

It's a pity that the elven elders are a little strange, they seem to have crooked skills, the main direction of attack is plant cultivation, and transformation, and they are really not good at life spells, otherwise the patriarch would not be in a coma to this day.

Among the more than 3,000 forest elves, except for the Elven Great Elder, the only earth-level peak realm mage, there were only five ground-level lower realms and a dozen or so ground-level primordial realms, and the rest were all half-hangers.

Jolimpass, who had chatted with Jevre before, could be regarded as the first person under the Great Elder.

If you really play with your life, you are not a match for Jevre.

After skillfully appreciating the semi-finished ingredients that had been kept fresh by natural spells, and finding that the quality had only dropped slightly, Yevre nodded with satisfaction.

Allowing a few elven chefs to watch their own techniques, Yevre unhurriedly turned the ground-level meat slices that were marinated into the flavor, evenly thick, and fascia removed, and turned the pot with confidence in the flame of fruit wood at a moderate temperature.

After a short time, the nine frying pans came out one by one, and they were still so fragrant, lustrous, and exquisitely shaped.

You read that right, Yevre really controls nine metal pans at the same time, like waves that rise and fall, and when one bite is done, it's the turn of the next.

Thanks to the majestic spiritual power, Yevre, who has a subtle perception, pays attention to the changes in the heat all the time, and the control of the seasoning has reached a higher level.

As soon as the slippery meat slice came out of the pot, it was snatched away by the elven elder who held himself highly respected, and then ate it alone.

Yevre can't say anything, you can eat it if you want, anyway, it won't be like a bunch of elves, and it won't be replenished.

Eat more, look at your old dragon clock, who knows how many more you can eat.

After tirelessly tossing the pot for three hours, Yevre, who had made some progress in the control of mental power, completed today's work.

As for the balls and dashi that have not been lifted from the "freshness" spell, they will be left for tomorrow.