The dim sunlight continued to shine weakly, but it made Jevre Ven's mood very bright.

Looking around, there was silence, and there was no sign of any other creature except the whirring of the wind.

"I'm so terrible? I don't know where I'm going, and I don't even have a chance to make a big fuss. ”

However, looking at the devastated camp, especially the collapsed tents, Yevre Ven felt his little heart beating sharply.

Don't worry, you have to have spices!

These bastards who are covered with rolls and leave, just take the other things by hand, and the indispensable seasoning can be left behind.

After all, it has always been difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, but she is very eager for it.

A chef without spices is really not a good cook.

No condiments, pure original flavor, that's it.

Recall that whether it is the eight major cuisines, or local specialties, whether it is Chinese cuisine, or the flavors of other countries, how many delicacies are not even a little seasoned?

Salt is also the base seasoning.

Yevre Wen approached the animal skin tent step by step, carefully drew a white and gold boning knife, and sliced open the collapsed tent one by one.

Yevre Wen's eyes widened, and he searched carefully.

Stone tables and chairs, let go of it, are worthless.

The rough wooden bed, which could accommodate a dozen or so tall Jevre Vin, turned into a pile of scattered wood in a flash of the sword.

After digging back and forth a few times, I didn't find anything worth seeing.

Other than that, there was nothing else in this huge animal skin tent.

Damn, these bastards, the looting is really clean enough.

It's just a chance not to give others a chance to pick up garbage!

From looking forward to being lonely, it only took a short time.

After searching four tents of different shapes and materials, Yevre Van found nothing.

In layman's terms: it's cleaner than a dog licking!

Standing in front of the last tent, looking at the obviously delicate, small, and clean animal skin tent, Yevre Ven took a deep breath, and a familiar smell came from the tip of his nose.

God and Buddha bless, Miss Succubus must have seasoning here!

In a nervous mood, he picked up the half-damaged animal skin, and let the dim sunlight shine completely on every corner.

The carved bed, omitted not to mention, is not as good as the traditional Chinese carving process.

Western-style classical style tables, chairs and benches are not much to look at, and they are obviously inferior products.

Suddenly, a black metal jar the size of a skull fell to the ground, attracting the full attention of Jevre Ven.

These bastards are still not dedicated enough! There are still fish that have slipped through the net.

Yevre Wen nervously rolled it around with a white-gold boning knife, but fortunately, there was nothing else unusual.

Except for the seven or eight little rectangular boxes that scattered around.

The box, which had already been opened, was simple, generous, and without any frills, but it completely fascinated Yevre Ven.

"This smell, yes! Although it looks unrecognizable, it still smells of spices. ”

Since he really possessed this little cowardly body, Yevre Wen's sense of smell was at least several times more sensitive than when he was alive.

It's not a strong seasoning aroma, it's just a mouthful.

The cautious Yevre Ven did not dare to try it directly with his tongue.

Instead, he put all the boxes back in the metal jars, cut a piece of the animal skin from the tent, wrapped it firmly, tied it tightly, and carried it in his left hand, and continued to look around.

"I don't believe it, isn't there a dedicated kitchen area?

Yevre Ven, who was looking around for the collective kitchen, seriously searched the area within a five-mile radius.

Finally, in a remote corner, the so-called kitchen was discovered.

It's really shabby.

The kitchen in the open air still has many pits, stone shelves, and burnt bones.

The scattered bones of the prey, the fur that can be seen everywhere, and the colorful blood of the gravel ground......

These miscellaneous demons are really casual!

No hygiene awareness, bad reviews!

Yevre Wen, who was shaking his head, looked around, but he didn't even see the pot, and his heart couldn't help but feel cold, and he planned to give up the search.

Suddenly, a large stone jar attracted Yevre Ven.

Curious, Evre Ven walked over to see what the hell it was.

On his indifferent face, a hint of surprise instantly appeared.

Isn't this rock salt?

Looking at the color and delicacy, it is obviously processed.

Yevre Van smiled and looked around again, but found nothing.

Shaking his head, Jevre Van was a little disappointed, lifted the large stone jar, and slowly walked back to the ruins a few miles away.

"Lias? Something, help!"

Standing in front of the magic tower, Yevre Ven, who had not found any trace of Lias, was too lazy to wait in place, so he shouted loudly.

It took more than a dozen shouts before Lias responded.

"What's it called! The master is busy! What's the special situation!"

Lias flew back quickly, floated aside, and complained angrily.

"Hehe, didn't you find two jars of spices! You use the detection technique to see if it has been poisoned, with a curse or something. ”

Evre Ven, who was frightened by the low-level Mithril with the poison before, felt like he was bitten by a snake once and was afraid of the well rope for ten years.

Be careful to sail the ship of 10,000 years! This is how Evre Wen comforted himself.

"You, hehe, that's enough..... That's it!"

The white detection technique flashed, and the two jars were examined inside and out.

"There is no abnormality, so don't worry about using it boldly. These are some common basic seasonings! Do you want the master to introduce them to you one by one?"

Lias pouted, his face full of disdain.

"I'll introduce it later, but let me taste it myself. ”

For the seasoning, Yevre Wen, who is obsessed with cooking, has to feel it personally, and a little difference in origin and quality may bring a different taste experience.

Just like the Pixian bean paste that is exported in batches, it may not taste better at some time.

A little bit of spice sticky to his fingers, and Jevre Ven felt it with confidence and boldness.

"This is salt, the quality is average! This is sugar, it tastes more like brown sugar! This is..."

The more he tasted it, the more excited he became.

Although there are still a lot of seasonings, and there are no chili peppers, these nine seasonings are enough to show their strengths.

The most important thing is that there are green onions and cumin.

Although they are not many in quantity and have very different shapes, Jevre Vin stubbornly gave them familiar names.

What about the Heru Continent, what about the demons, I can call it whatever I like, what's wrong!