Chapter 12 The Daily Life of the Immortals

Ziyue didn't know how she got into the kitchen, but from the moment she held the spatula, all the distractions were expelled from her mind, and all she saw in her eyes and thought in her heart was what she did with her hands.

In fact, Ziyue doesn't particularly like cooking, it's just that she is used to doing something with all her heart, just like she is used to being quiet, used to being dignified, used to being silent, and used to being polite.

When she touched the kitchenware, Ziyue found that there were many kitchenware and ingredients here, and they were also unexpectedly miscellaneous.

And surprisingly useless.

There are a lot of iron pots, but I forgot the lid. There are many highly targeted professional tools such as fence chopsticks, but there are no kitchen knives. There are many bizarre remote containers, so many that Ziyue doesn't know or use them at all, but the most common soup bowls and rice bowls have been forgotten. There is a lot of fresh fish, but there is no salt even the most basic.

Ziyue felt that this meal was very difficult to make.

But to be honest with the Floating Flower Fairy, let her go and fill in the missing materials? Thinking about the ocean of kitchenware and ingredients just now, Ziyue felt that she still didn't want it. What if the female bandit goes to rob again? She didn't want to see a repeat of the spectacle that had just obscured the sky.

After packing up the usable materials at hand, Ziyue found a bunch of steam pots, which were made from the kitchenware of ethnic minorities but were loved by the general public. Although this kind of kitchenware is not common, it is not surprising that there are a bunch of steam pots compared to the pile of sideways kitchenware that even has stones. From the pile of materials that Ziyue couldn't recognize most of the prototypes, she picked out a bunch of pheasant chicks she knew, it seemed that they were still the same breed, and Ziyue decided to make steam-pot chickens.

In fact, Ziyue has no pursuit of food, girls have a small appetite, she doesn't eat much even when she is growing up, her taste is light, more is the pursuit of the deliciousness of the ingredients, the requirements of cooking methods can be slightly back row, there are no quantitative requirements and no quality requirements, but she can't stand up to having a father who pursues appetite.

In fact, at the beginning, she learned cooking, really just for self-cultivation.

Ziyue's parents are one of the strongest in the spirit world, and their talent is of course the top, and they were also known as unprecedented back then, but they were unprecedentedly empty, and then they were exterminated by their own biological daughter.

Ziyue's cultivation has only been twenty years, and her cultivation has already surpassed that of her father. It is also common sense that ordinary cultivation geniuses tend to be a little idiotic in other aspects. But Ziyue completely broke this common sense, alchemy refining tools and making magic robes, she can learn everything at once.

Young and ambitious, it is inevitable to be frivolous, the white father and white lady can cultivate to the point where they have their own vision and wisdom, they know very well that the heart is more important than talent.

But do they want to throw such a delicate daughter to the world for "polishing" and "training"? How can it be! The baby daughter is not a bald boy, of course she must take good care of it!

So they began to ask someone to teach Ziyue qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the cooking girl was popular, not seeking to reach the peak, but only to let Ziyue cultivate her mind.

This method was successful, so Ziyue knew everything and was dedicated to things, and this habit alone was enough for her to use for a lifetime. The rest of the talent is a natural accumulation of talents, however, there are some incidental surprises.

For example, she and the kitchen god have just studied for three days, so the kitchen god is embarrassed, crying and shouting that she has to worship Ziyue as a teacher!

The spells between the immortals are different, Ziyue has just ascended and has not learned it, and she doesn't dare to use the acceleration formation indiscriminately, so she can only wait quietly for the steampot chicken to cook. The steam-pot chicken has to endure for more than an hour, and Ziyue has enough time to let herself immerse herself in the past few decades and mourn the years that cannot be turned back.

Little by little, the steam is spreading in the kitchen, and the faint smell is diffused.

Such a fragrance is naturally not smelled by the nose of a mortal, even if it is a dog's nose, but the nose of an immortal can smell it, and the nose of a fairy dog can also smell it, even if there is a flower fragrance of three thousand miles away from the sea of flowers on the way.

The outer palace of the Floating Flower Palace suddenly sounded a dog bark, not a curse, but a real dog bark, a dog bark that was more vicious than the dog's legs of the fox and the fake tiger.

"What's your name?" A big golden furry hand rubbed the head of the famous black dog, and only silenced the screaming divine dog for a moment before barking again.

At this moment, this famous divine dog is not at all as heroic as the legend, but more like a mad dog.

But that's what the man said, "Why don't you come and see the three eyes?" Your whistling dog is going crazy! Forgot to get a rabies shot? Why don't you hurry up and let the floating flowers help you take a look? ”

"You're rabies!" Yang Jian gave the man a roll of his eyes, a roll of three eyes together.

"Fuhua is here to heal people and save demons, but I haven't heard that you can still watch dogs? Yang Jian: Are you in the wrong place? "Even in this fake fairy world, except for Zhang Daoren, the free immortal monarch, he doesn't think about it as a second person.

"If I come to the wrong place, I'll be the first to throw him out! He's the least human-like here! Yang Jian squatted down to appease the dog, and by the way, he gave Zhang Sao a white-eyed three-in-a-row package combination, which was still four or four shots.

Yang Jian was referring to the owner of the big hand that appeased Xiaotian at the beginning, and he was not a pure-blooded human with golden monkey hair. In fact, he is indeed not, he is a Lingming stone monkey, known as the Monkey King, and of course he is not an ordinary monkey.

This monkey is not small, and he is also a dignified eight-foot man, a golden hair makes him more powerful and majestic, and his facial features are submerged under the thick monkey hair, and the outline cannot be seen clearly, only a pair of bright golden eyes are like copper bells, which burst into a blazing divine light all the time.

Monkey King snorted coldly: "Okay, you can beat me with three eyes, I'll talk big again!" ”

Before Yang Jian could reply, the Roaring Sky Dog bared his teeth and said "Wangwang" at the Monkey King, looking like he wanted to rush up and bite him twice!

The roaring dog thought, a gust of wind howled overhead, and in the strong wind, a steel eagle's beak was already rushing towards his head!

It's really another pet of Erlang God Yang Jian, the eagle!

Monkey King snorted coldly, just raised his hand and grabbed it, and he grabbed a sharp mouth steadily, and held it up to make it flutter its wings and move!

"Let go of the Skyhawk!" The silver light flashed in Yang Jian's hand, and the three-pointed two-edged knife went straight to the façade of the Monkey King!

"Humph!" As soon as Monkey King's hand shook, the Sky Eagle was suddenly shaken out, and even the tumbling battle was unstable! At the same time, with a flash of golden light in his hand, he grabbed Erlang God's three-pointed two-edged knife, and the two of them scuffled.

There was also a Zhang Saobao next to him, clapping his hands, fanning the flames and encouraging their routine communication to be more passionate.

The two of them are not stupid, why do they communicate and let this thing talk cool next to them? Three or two double flights become 3P, golden and silvery, fierce and passionate.

Just as they were fighting to the death, Nezha quietly said a few words to the Howling Dog, and then his eyes lit up......