In addition to brown ginger, green green onions, red pepper round fruits, and two spices, Yevre actually found a plant of the lowest grade.

Tianxin Grass: Purify the bloodline in a small amount under the ground level

It's actually a rare plant that can save blood, and I don't know if it has any effect on Ziophra.

Anyway, his bloodline didn't feel any attraction, it is estimated that the bloodline of the Lord of Food is too weird, and this Tianxin Grass can't bring any temptation to it at all.

Seeing that the elves had already packed up with the secret method and were ready to return victoriously, Yevre didn't say much, but asked to slow down the speed of going back so that he could search for other plants.

Amunrus hesitated for a moment, perhaps stimulated by Yevre's offer to go it alone, but reluctantly agreed.

After all, judging from the previous results, Yevre's combat effectiveness is not only weird, but also really powerful.

With Jevre by his side, even if the return speed is much slower, it will be much safer.

As for the other newcomers who had to come to the Xuan Rank, after hearing the results of the Pilu Flying Eagle, their faces were full of admiration, and there were countless little stars shining in their eyes, and they even pinned their safety in the hands of Yevre, and they didn't dare to refute it at all.

In a world where the strong are respected, all the words of the strong are reasonable.

Accustomed to walking with sharp claws, Yevre continued to quietly search for all kinds of strange plants under the adoring and curious gaze of the place.

On the way back, Yevre, who changed his route, really gained a lot, in addition to nearly fifty kinds of seasonings that can be used as plants, he also found a lot of medicinal plants of the Xuan Rank.

Yevre did not keep these medicinal plants alone, but gave them all to Amunrus, who needed these medicinal plants to stop bleeding and nourish their bodies more than themselves.

As for the other rare plants with special effects, Yevre did not find them at all, perhaps because it was not isolated enough.

However, a dry forest elf was more excited, and dozens of berserk demon pigs from the initial realm of the earth level blocked Yevre's way back, and all of them turned out to be ingredients.

The elves who returned with a full load, fortunately, did not encounter other particularly strong magical beasts, and returned to the canyon with more than three million pounds of ingredients on their faces.

In the exclamation of the cave guards, the elves who went out hunting were warmly welcomed by the rest of the forest elves.

Especially this time, there were no casualties, and the relatives of the elves were simply in tears.

As for the Elven Grand Elder and the resting Ou Brizia, looking at the results of five or six hunts comparable to usual, his mouth couldn't help but open wide, and he was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

After listening to the specific report of Amunrus, who was also excited, the elven elder took his staff and hurried to Yevre, who was sorting out the plants.

"Xiao Lei, thank you! The clansmen can finally have a good meal for a while, my elder is incompetent! ”

The Elven Elven Elder, who was overflowing with excitement, looked at Yevre affectionately, and his heart was tumbling.

In particular, you don't need to use Lao Tzu's wings, Lao Tzu is not interested in male elves.

"Yes, it's just a hand, it doesn't need to be like this. ”

Yevre's body flickered, avoiding the wrinkled old faces, and then dodging a pair of thin claws, resolutely not giving the elven elder the slightest chance.

"Xiao Lei, look at the next hunt, can you also go together, I really can't leave the station, otherwise ......"

"No problem, little thing, anyway, I can also take the opportunity to find condiments. ”

When Yevre chatted with Amunrus before, he learned the real reason why the elven elder didn't go out hunting, and he could understand it, so he nodded in agreement without hesitation.

The Great Elven Elder was also injured, and he had to protect the unconscious patriarch and the little guys in the canyon, and he didn't have much energy to hunt at all.

"By the way, I won't tell you more about it first, now that I have a lot of condiments, I will show my cooking skills in a while, so that you can see the food in the outside world, lest you always think that I am bragging. ”

Looking at the elves who kept pouring over, Yevre quickly rolled up a large pile of plant condiments, then fanned his wings, and moved away from this place of right and wrong in an instant.

Especially those elves with burning eyes, once they are entangled, they don't want to get out for a while.

I have a side quest on my body, and four days have passed, but I haven't made a single eight-star dish.

If you continue to delay, the time limit of the task will pass in a flash, and you will find someone to cry when the time comes.

When he came to the empty wooden kitchen, his more and more subtle spiritual power rolled up a Xuanjie kitchen knife and quickly processed a dry plant condiment.

These elven chefs who are not dedicated enough actually ran to welcome the elves returning from the hunt, and they have no professionalism at all.

After sorting a dry of natural seasonings like cinnamon, fennel, cinnamon, chili, green onions, and lemon into categories, Yevre smiled at a dry of seasonings that had reached the level of quality.

Not to mention anything else, the quality of the condiment plants in the Little Emerald Forest is really good, and it is obviously much better than the private collection in the storage ring.

Whether it is color, fragrance, taste, or quality, it must be a higher grade.

It's just that the taste is four or five points similar to that of my hometown, and it is always mixed with many other flavors.

Seon's loss of his horse was a blessing, but it gave Yevre more inspiration.

After almost an hour of busy work, Jevre ushered in Pasley, who was long overdue.

"What about the others? Why haven't you come back yet, aren't you going to have dinner?"

Evre packed more than thirty kinds of condiments into wooden kegs and asked curiously about Pasley, who had returned alone.

"Aren't you still busy dealing with those demonic beasts, I really didn't see it before, you are so powerful! The prey that went out to hunt this time is probably the most in the past two years. ”

Pasley's eyes burned as he looked up and down as if he were meeting Yevre for the first time.

"What's amazing, if it's really as powerful as you say, you won't be chased and run for your life. ”

Yevre used those eagle-eyed eyes and a bitter smile, and he had to play a full set of acting.

"Accompany me to choose some fresh ingredients and make a few good dishes, you can taste them when you arrive, and see if you are used to eating. ”

"No problem, I've heard you say it for several days, but I've been reluctant to do it, saying that there is a lack of condiments. I really want to try it and see what the dark elves from the outside world are eating. ”

Pasley, who had been talking about it for several days, but had not been able to see the true face of Lushan, immediately took Yevre without hesitation and went straight to the large slaughter site nine miles away.

The slaughterhouse was in a clearing deep in the canyon, surrounded by strange plants, a pool of rippling water, and a stream ten feet wide.

In the middle of the sparkling, crystal clear pool, there is a spring water that is constantly gushing up.

The blood and filth left over from the processing of the beast were carried away by the lucid stream, and then disappeared into the underground river a mile away.

There are also more than a dozen elves stationed on the side of the underground dark river at any time, as well as a powerful carnivorous vine plant, in case some strange creatures rush out of the dark river that is almost fifteen feet in circumference.

Many of the entrails that were considered good in Yevre's eyes were thrown to carnivorous plants, and they were nothing short of tyrannical.

A few days ago, Yevre wondered why he hadn't seen the internal organs of the Demon Beast, and after chatting, he figured out why.

The smell of the internal organs of the Warcraft and the smell of blood are particularly strong, and a dry elf chef can't handle it at all, and after making it into a finished product, it can't be swallowed at all, and over time, it has become a habit.

With Pasley's reluctance to agree, Yevre took five hundred pounds of Berserk Pork, five hundred pounds of Devil Rhinoceros beef, and several hundred pounds of pork intestines, liver, blood, and belly, and returned to the wooden kitchen with Pasley under a strange and unspoken gaze.

In order to properly impact the eight-star dishes, Yevre did not choose them randomly.

Demon pork is the ingredient of the lower realm of the earth, and the magic rhinoceros beef is all the middle realm of the realm, if this fails, Yevre should reflect on himself.

After a moment of thought, Yevre confidently handled the various ingredients that had been washed.

The sword was like a dream, with unparalleled speed, and the beat of the stormy music, and under Pasley's incredulous gaze, almost two hundred pounds of ingredients were processed one by one.

It may be as thin as a cicada's wing, or uniform in thickness, or equal in size and particles, or square.....

Yevre, who was full of knives, startled Pasley, after all, Yevre had not made such a deliberate show a few days ago.

Although he is now in the state of a flying eagle and has no hands, it is not particularly convenient, but with the help of his increasingly skilled mental power, he sprinkles different recipes of condiments on different shapes of ingredients one by one according to a carefully considered process, and slowly pickles them into the flavor.

Not only that, but the unique massage techniques that have not been performed for a long time also reappear in the rivers and lakes with the help of spiritual power.

Wrapped in spiritual power, the pieces of meat suspended in mid-air without the help of any utensils were like moths that flew over, rolling back and forth evenly.

Fortunately, on the way back, I coincidentally got more than 100 Xuanjie bird eggs, otherwise there would be no egg whites to use.

These elven chefs are still too old-fashioned to dare to innovate, and they always hold on to the simple and crude dishes.

If they open a restaurant in their hometown, they will die sooner or later.

As soon as Yevre was about to light the fire, the rest of the elven chefs who had rushed to hear the news stood aside and waited for Yevre's cooking show at Pasley's reminder.

Instead of a flame crystal, a fast-growing fruit tree is used.

Not to mention, the flame is stable, and the unique fruity aroma permeates the kitchen, which has a unique flavor.

If you use this secret fruit wood to roast the roast duck in the oven, or the roast duck in Nanning, it should be able to rave reviews.

With the help of the local flint, the fruit wood was set on fire, and Jevre began the long-lost grease boiling in a gray metal pot.

The damn elf chef, not only does he have no animal fat, but also no vegetable oil, which is a test of Jevre's nerves.

As a large amount of golden grease overflows the bottom of the pot, a rich aroma of grease permeates the kitchen.

Pasley looked at the grease at the bottom of the pot with a look on his face, and couldn't help but twitch the wings of his nose a few times, and then secretly swallowed in the tumbling golden oil residue.

"Don't talk yet, wait until I'm done. ”

Looking back at the elven chefs who were about to stop talking, Yevre interrupted each other ruthlessly, and then continued to devote himself to his work.

Quietly blending into the blood breath, the two pots of grease, which are already fragrant and shining, are more and more attractive.

Without paying attention to the sound of saliva swallowing behind him, and with a burst of contempt in his heart, Yevre filtered the grease repeatedly and placed it in a wooden vat.

As for the golden oil residue, Yevre was not willing to throw it away, and planned to make a soup dish later.

The fat was available, and Yevre was only now ready to stir-fry.

Slippery tenderloin, vinegared meatballs, boiled liver flowers, soft stewed pork belly......

In the incredible eyes of Pasley's elf chef, the ten dishes that had already been made into the chest, with the flickering flames, the metal pots that flickered up and down, the heat after repeated considerations, and the appropriate blending of seasonings, flowing like clouds and water, without any sense of stagnation, finally came out of the pot one by one.