In Feng Jiao's extremely expectant gaze, the immortal spirit of the colorful gourd vine controlled her vine and placed a small purple gourd in her hand.

"This purple gourd has grown." The immortal plant spirit of the colorful gourd vine said: "As long as you pour the liquid in the gourd on the wordless heavenly book, the wordless heavenly book will naturally show words." However, as for what kind of words will be displayed on the wordless heavenly book, and whether the content recorded on it is related to the sacrificial ceremony, then I don't know. ”

He shook his vine helplessly as he spoke.

Because he saw that the little girl didn't listen to him at all, she ran to the place where the things were stored in the space, took out the wordless heavenly book, carefully opened the purple gourd, and poured out the liquid inside.

The liquid inside the purple gourd is transparent and carries a natural and fresh aroma.

The strange thing is that when Feng Jiao poured out those liquids, those liquids actually turned into ink, and they did not spill on the wordless heavenly book, but floated in the air, turning into handwriting one by one!

Seeing this scene, Feng Jiao was stunned for a moment.

However, at this time, the focus of her attention was obviously not on the magical liquid in the purple gourd, and on the wordless heavenly book.

She focused on the words that floated about half a meter high on top of the wordless heavenly book.

These are indeed detailed records of the names, ingredients, and methods of the dishes cooked by the chefs of the Yin family during the previous sacrificial ceremonies.

For each sacrificial ceremony, there are a total of nine dishes used to summon Chen Ji, including a staple dish, a dessert and a soup.

However, to Feng Jiao's surprise, each chef cooked different dishes for the sacrificial ceremony.

This shows that there is no fixed number of dishes needed for the sacrificial ceremony, but the dishes that the successive heads of the Yin family have worked hard to figure out for the sacrificial ceremony.

Every dish recorded in this recipe is condensed with the painstaking efforts of the previous heads of the Yin family, and each dish is a peerless masterpiece.

Feng Jiao looked at these floating words in fascination, and suddenly as if she had just woken up from a dream, she immediately took out a pen and paper and copied those floating words, obviously preparing to spend time to study them carefully.

Looking at Feng Jiao, who was fascinated, Ling Yuan smiled lightly, took out a chair from his space, and helped Feng Jiao sit down so that she could copy the recipe.

It took nearly an hour to finally transcribe all the handwriting floating in the sky of the wordless heavenly book, Feng Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, but secretly made up her mind in her heart.

Transcribing these dishes, practicing cooking, and improving your cooking skills is just the first step.

Before the 9th of September, she must try to figure out the dishes she will cook at the rituals, make sure to cook the best of the best, and deal with everything she has accumulated since she learned the arts.

After copying the recipe, Feng Jiao opened the cork of the purple gourd according to the immortal spirit of the colorful gourd vine, and the black liquid like ink floating in the air actually became transparent again, and automatically returned to the purple gourd.

Feng Jiao smiled at Ling Yuan, and was just about to speak, when she heard ......