This time, apart from the boiled liver flowers, Yevre didn't add red chili peppers to his dishes, in case the forest elves, who had always had a light taste, couldn't stand the hot and spicy stimulation.

Even the boiled liver flower, Yevre deliberately diluted the Xuanjie quality chili fruit countless times, and it was only slightly spicy.

Different compound scents permeate the wooden kitchen, and then, with the deliberate gesture of Jevre, quickly diffuse all around.

Excellent ground-level ingredients, meticulous control of the fire that is comparable to the spiritual power of the ground-level peak realm, and the open blood breath, all of the ten dishes that are not complicated are mentioned to more than twenty points, that is, the standard of eight-star dishes.

Since the ingredients used are all unused, even if Yevre himself named the same name as before, it is considered a new dish.

It's like meatball soup, where beef balls and fish meatballs can be considered the same dish?

Looking at the two options of incense and flavor, which were close to twenty-six points, and then looking at the incense column that was obviously inferior, Yevre looked at the ordinary wooden black-veined plate speechlessly.

A bunch of poor ghosts, what kind of art-loving elves, can't they change some fine utensils?

Even in times of embarrassment, don't abandon your traditions.

For a while, the tempting aroma of magic pork, the strange smell of magic rhino beef, and all kinds of seasonings blended with water and milk were permeated, just like a beautiful and moving music, attracting the elven elder, Amunrus, and Ou Brizia, all of them.

And Pasley, who had tasted more than a dozen mouthfuls of sour meatballs with awkward round chopsticks just now, was immersed in the elastic meat grains, the rich aroma of meat, and the full gravy, constantly savoring the appetizing citric acid and the spicy ginger juice, and was interrupted by the impatient elf elf elder.

"Palsley, hurry up and talk about the taste, don't just enjoy it alone. ”

There was no way, the sour meatballs, Yevre had made less than ten pounds in total, and they had already been divided up by several elven chefs, leaving only a little gravy.

"The meat is plump, refreshing, fragrant, a little salty, but really delicious. ”

Pasley commented vaguely, but he was still reluctant to hand over the remaining slippery slices of meat and meatball oil residue soup to the elven elder who looked very envious.

"Great Elder, these portions are just hands-on dishes, and Xiao Lei will remake them in a while, don't you say?"

Instead of daring to look directly at the Elven Grand Elder, Pasley turned his head to Yevre, who was standing by.

After all, these are the exact words of Yevre, and there is nothing wrong with them.

"Oh, yes, Pasley is right! Wait a minute, I'll make a little more for everyone to taste. ”

Yevre looked at the boiled liver flower that seemed to have been abandoned, and then heard the somewhat salty comment, but he only hid a complaint in his heart.

What is a little salty, obviously salty and moderate, it is just that you usually eat too light.

A pound of barbecue meat can't put a tenth of a gram of salt, and I blame myself for putting too much salt.

And a group of elf chefs, can't eat spicy at all, just a slightly spicy boiled liver flower, moderate softness and hardness, full of aroma, you only tasted a mouthful, drank a large glass of water, and then never dared to try again.

It's no wonder that the cooking skills haven't changed, and I can't even accept a little spicy fresh food, so what else can I do.

However, Yevre didn't take the initiative to persuade the elven elders to try boiled liver flowers, in case the old man's mouth was sparkling and his lips were swollen like sausages, and he was not good at being a man.

It's a pity that the elven elder and Amunrus, who were stimulated by the fragrant dishes, were embarrassed to directly snatch the few eight-star dishes that were firmly protected by the elf chef, so they set their eyes on the red boiled liver flowers.

After taking the extra round chopsticks on the wooden table, in a cough, he started his food journey.

Amon Ruth and Ou Brizia had only eaten two bites, and their faces were flushed with spicy, and their tongues kept chattering, and they finally grabbed the water glass, and poured a few sips of it, before staring at Yevre, who was watching the show, with an unkind expression.

"It's delicious, it's very interesting! This taste is really exciting, very exciting, and I feel that my mental energy is a little active." ”

Before Amon Ruth and the two could speak, the elven elven elder, whose wrinkles were stretched a little, was full of red light and kept praising him.

"Smooth, snapped, rich in flavor, the mouth is like being scorched by flames, but it is irresistible, as if you are in a volcano, and the fire element has a fierce movement, although sweaty, but the whole body is transparent. ”

"It's a bit salty, though. ”

Originally, Yevre wanted to praise the elven elder who could eat, but he was stunned by this divine turn.

"Great Elder, I'll just put a little less salt in a while, your food is really light, and it is completely different from the heavy taste of the dark elves. ”

Looking at the Great Elder enjoying the boiled liver flower alone, and then looking at the rest of the elves who couldn't eat the slightly spicy dishes, Yevre didn't hesitate to summon the Scarlet Codex and carefully watched the progress of the mission.

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At the scene, there were a total of six elf chefs, plus three uninvited guests, a total of nine people.

As for the people who gathered outside the kitchen but didn't dare to come in, Yevre didn't bother to count.

It seems that the elven elder really likes boiled liver flowers, and he was actually conquered like this.

Looking at Amunrus and Obrizia, who were not in the oil and salt, Yevre still turned his head and continued to process the ingredients.

Just now, out of the nature of the experiment, Yevre used a hundred pounds of ground-level ingredients, and the rest of the hundreds of pounds were restored to the wooden frame next to the cutting board.

A bright light flashed, like a dazzling star, shining brightly.

The bright kitchen knife, like a soaring dragon, with a beautiful musical beat, kept rolling back and forth, which made the elven elder who saw the Yevre knife worker for the first time shudder.

I feel that the countless afterimages that flashed just now are not cut into ingredients, but a handful of old bones.

If this knife-like technique of solving a cow falls on his body, it is estimated that it will be shattered in an instant, and it will be scattered all over the place in different categories.

After skillfully dicing, slicing, pickling, and massaging for a while, under the watchful eyes of more and more melon eaters, Yevre began his own cooking show.

The hot metal pot buzzed when it touched the golden grease that had not yet cooled completely.

Ginger and garlic slices are stir-fried one by one, stir-fried when they should be fried, and stewed when they should be stewed, but unfortunately there is no time to make broth, otherwise the meatball oil residue soup will be more delicious and delicious.

Pure hand-diced, add high-quality ginger and garlic water, repeatedly beat and massage, so as to blend into one of the magic rhinoceros meatballs, with tendon, elastic teeth and smoothness, it can be described as the best in the meatballs.

The oil residue is golden in color, absorbs enough clear soup, is not greasy at all, and has a slightly flexible taste.

Slippery slices of meat, the main ingredient is the loin of the magic pork, tender and juicy, the taste is tender, as soon as you enter it, it is really an incomparable enjoyment.

And the rest of the sour meatballs, salt and pepper magic rhinoceros bone steak, soft stewed devil pork belly...... It also has its own characteristics.

Due to the large amount this time, Yevre served the dishes slowly, and only after one dish was completed, he continued to the next one.

The elven elder also understood people's hearts, and after leaving a small portion for each of the three of them, he took the initiative to send the rest of the dishes to the open-air canteen, so that the clansmen who were suffering from the strange fragrance could taste it.

It's really a taste, 3,000 people eat less than 900 pounds of ingredients, and there are only a few per capita, and two bites are gone.

And this directly led to the fact that Yevre's mission was still stuck at the ten/two thousand elven conquest level.

For a time, the open-air canteen can be described as full of anger and boiling.

"It's delicious, it turns out that the food of the dark elves is so good, what do we usually eat?"

"It's so fragrant, it's so fragrant! You are not allowed to snatch my balls, I only grabbed three in total. If you rob it again, I won't be friends with you. ”

"Why did you only make such a little bit, it was not enough to eat at all! Why didn't Xiao Lei make more, it was just abusing elves. ”

"No matter what, even if I am scolded by the Great Elder, I have to wait by the kitchen. ”

........

Yevre, who couldn't laugh or cry, felt all this and didn't know what to say.

He is not an immortal, even if his spiritual power has increased greatly, it seems a little difficult to completely satisfy more than 3,000 elves.

Of course, for the sake of exercise proficiency, everything is a paper tiger.

However, I don't plan to cook anymore today, recharge my energy, and the battlefield is tomorrow.

After discussing with the elven elder who was smiling and having a little less wrinkles after discussing for a while, he decided to comfort everyone's five internal organs temple at noon tomorrow, and with the majestic command of the great elder, the noisy elves could be regarded as calming down.

"Xiao Lei, you can teach us a few tomorrow, your cooking skills are really eye-opening, I have to admire. ”

Pasley held a black-veined wooden plate that was cleaner than a dog had ever licked, hesitated and asked embarrassedly.

A small heart that is beating with a puff and a puff is ready to be rejected at any time.

"No problem, but after a day of tossing today, I want to go back and rest for a while. ”

Without hesitation, Jevre agreed, and it was a good time to establish his position.

"Then you go to rest first, if you have any instructions, remember to give us a few greetings, we can prepare one or two in advance. ”

Pasley, who was full of surprise, couldn't help but get excited, and his posture was very low.

"Hmm!"

As he spoke, Jevre apologized to the Elven Grand Elder and Amunruth, and flew back to the treehouse a little tired, closing the wooden door tightly so that no one could be seen.

The elves who scattered in all directions continued to be busy with their own affairs with regrets, but they still couldn't help but mention the extraordinary outside food from time to time.

"Amenluth, what do you two think of Xiao Lei?"

In the elven elven elder's wooden house, the upper echelons of the three races, who were wrapped in an invisible barrier, quietly started a discussion.

"I don't have any opinions, my spirit is strong, my attacks are weird, my body is weak, I don't have any common sense, and I'm interested in all the plants in the forest. ”

As one of the captains of the hunting team, Amunrus is not a tendon, and during the hunt, he has been carefully observing Yevre's every move.

"I saw him fall not far from him, but he didn't take the initiative to attack us, otherwise we probably wouldn't have come back. Judging from his temper, it's not bad, and he can talk to anyone, and he is deeply loved by a group of little guys. ”

Listening to what Amunrus said before, O Brizia, who was taken aback by Yevre's combat power, was a little frightened until this moment.

What did he pick up and come back, in terms of combat power, in the entire canyon, the elven elder of the peak realm of the ground level can stabilize his head. In addition to that, there is the unconscious patriarch.

If Yevre had any bad intentions, he would have been wiped out.

.......

"I've used the secret method to perceive, and this Flying Eagle is always a little weird, but I don't feel any malice. Since you don't have any opinions, let him stay in the tribe so that he can win him over!"

After discussing for a long time, the three high-ranking tribal leaders finally agreed and temporarily accepted Yevre's existence.

As for helping to find the lost dark elves, it is a long-term plan, after all, his own group of elves are also in a state of distress, and they don't have much ability to look everywhere.

As for contacting the rest of the scattered fleeing clansmen, there was no need.

The price to pay for the liaison clan is too great to be worth it.

The relationship between everyone has not yet reached that point, the old treacherous and cunning, the elf elder who can survive in this little jade forest of the weak and the strong, but the role of not letting go of the eagle if he doesn't see the rabbit.