The flowers bloom and the tide rises and falls.

Or the sun is shining, or the wind and rain are blowing.

Time flows quietly, and before you know it, it has been three years.

Kitchen God Space.

Ling Chi stood in front of the stove expressionlessly, heated the pot over high heat, added wide oil, and the oil temperature was 60% hot, and the processed poisonous mushrooms were put into the pot in turn, fried until the color was golden and the oil was removed......

Finally, a special spice powder is sprinkled to complete a dish that looks like a broken beep.

"Ding, the color is empty, the degree of completion is 100%, perfect."

Ling Chi casually put the dish aside and said, "Storage." ”

The dish disappears, and the next dish begins.

Half an hour later, Ling Chi's eyes became tired, and he was no longer expressionless before.

"I'm tired." Sitting on a chair, he took out the bean paste bag and began to regain his strength and energy.

An hour before, he had eaten an ice cream and had entered a state of absolute sanity for an hour. With the blessing of this state, his mind is in an unprecedented state of concentration, his movements are like a precision machine, and the error rate is infinitely close to zero.

The only downside is that the loss of energy and stamina will accelerate, as he is now, he is exhausted as soon as he exits the state, and has to eat something to replenish his energy and stamina.

Looking at 400's physical strength and 200's energy, Ling Chi shook his head: It's still too weak.

……

The portal suddenly appears, and all the farmers come out of the farm, ready to eat.

"Little junior brother, what are you eating today?" Ling Hu Chong was holding a wine gourd in his hand, and he had already drunk it with a red nose.

Since he became a farmer, he has been spoiled. There are all kinds of fine wine that can be drunk every day, and there are delicious foods that can only be eaten every three or five years, so that he lives like a fairy every day, not to mention more moisturizing.

But drinking too much wine is easy to be brainless, as a farmer, he actually provoked Ling Chi, the host, when he was idle.

What kind of spirit is this?

This is the fearless spirit of making death a life.

Thanks to him, Ling Chi has become more and more proficient in the application of formations, and he has to practice with him when he is idle. Sometimes he will create some new dishes with indescribable taste, forcing him to taste them, and every time he will be 'delicious' to make him out of his body.

If he hadn't been forcibly recalled by the system every time, I am afraid that he would have been reincarnated eight hundred times.

Whenever Linghu Chong fell to this end, Ren Yingying would sneer and mend the knife: "People who are cheap have their own harvest." ”

The eight little maids agreed very much, and they had the best relationship with Ren Yingying over the years, like sisters.

Seeing that Ling Hu Chong was dying again, Ling Chi gnawed on the bean paste bun and hooked his fingers: "Come, I made a new dish today, try it." ”

Ling Hu Chong's face changed, and he laughed dryly: "I suddenly felt that I wasn't hungry, so I left first." ”

"Want to run?" Before Ling Chi could speak, he saw Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter Sixiang working together, pressing Linghu Chong to the ground, splitting his muscles and bones.

"Whew-"

Linghu Chong broke out in a cold sweat and screamed, "Why did you do this to me? I didn't do anything! ”

"Humph!" Chunxiang snorted lightly: "The young master asked you to try it, do you dare to try it?" ”

"It's just that, I don't know how to lift." The other little maids echoed again and again.

Linghu Chong's inner cow is full of faces: You ...... You guys are too bullying.

Ling Chi smiled, a plate of vegetables appeared in his hand, squatted down, and stuffed the dishes into Ling Hu Chong's mouth: "Eat!" You're welcome. This time it's different from before, it's delicious. ”

"Woo-" Ling Hu Chong shed tears of humiliation.

Soon.

"Huh?" The tears stopped, and Hu Chong was very surprised: "Delicious? ”

Smacking the taste: "It's so delicious." ”

"I didn't lie to you!" Ling Chi smiled and pointed to the rest of the dishes: "Do you still want to eat?" ”

Linghu Chong nodded again and again: "Eat!" ”

Ling Chi patiently fed him all the remaining vegetables: "How is it?" It's okay! ”

Ling Hu Chong closed his eyes, felt his state of mind like a saint, and couldn't help but exclaim: "What an incredible dish, I feel much calmer." ”

After experiencing this feeling a little, Ling Hu Chong asked, "Little junior brother, what is this dish called?" ”

"This dish...... Ling Chi threw the empty plate into the sink and said, "It's called [color is empty]." ”

“……”

Three days later.

Farm.

"Ling Chi! I'll kill you! Linghu Chong roared wildly.

However, Ling Chi hadn't entered the Kitchen God Space for several days, and he didn't know where he had gone.

"Woo, Ling Chi, you...... You're not human. Linghu shook his unresponsive little brother and cried bitterly.

Everyone looked at him sympathetically, and Feng Qingyang sighed again and again: "Alas! My poor child. ”

Ren Yingying sneered: "Sluts have their own harvest and deserve it." ”

The eight little maids nodded again and again: "Mm-hmm." ”

“……”

Yi Lin, who had already grown a head of hair, walked up to Ling Hu Chong and asked in a low voice, "Brother Ling Hu, do you want to become a monk?" ”

Linghu Chong: "......"

……

Zhoushan, an inconspicuous blacksmith shop.

Ling Chi said to an old blacksmith: "I want an iron pot that doesn't use oil or stick, can I make it?" ”

The old blacksmith looked to be in his fifties, with gray hair and a small stature, but he had a body of tendons. Listening to Ling Chi's request, the old blacksmith frowned: "This son, I don't know what kind of iron pot can not stick to the pan?" ”

"Well...... this" Ling Chi thought for a while and said, "I heard that there is an iron pot somewhere in Shandong, which needs to go through twelve processes, then eighteen times of heat, tempered at ultra-high temperatures, and subjected to thirty-six thousand times of forging until the pot is like a mirror. The characteristics of a simple dish of scrambled eggs with water can be seen, and without putting a drop of oil, it can be achieved without sticking at all. ”

The old blacksmith's head was as big as a bucket when he heard this: "Childe, are you sure you want to build an iron pot, not a divine weapon?" ”

"Iron pot, of course." Ling Chi took out a sketch iron pot from his arms and said, "That's it." ”

The old blacksmith looked at the lifelike sketch iron pot and exclaimed, "This is painted by Childe? It's true. ”

"Okay...... Can it be built? Ling Chi asked.

"This ......" The old blacksmith frowned, was silent for a long time, and said: "Little old man can only try, but he can't guarantee whether he can succeed." ”

"It's okay, let's try!" Ling Chi took out five taels of silver and said, "This is a deposit, I have something to go on a long trip, and I will come back in three months." Whether it succeeds or not, these five taels of silver are yours. ”

"Thank you, thank you, Childe." The old blacksmith was pleasantly surprised, and thanked him again and again: "Little old man will definitely do his best." ”

……

Two months later, Yuan Dadu.

In the evening, the two elders of Xuan Ming were full of alcohol, staggered out of the restaurant, and saw that there were pear-selling vendors on the roadside, and they grabbed two pears and ate them, but the hawkers dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

In the capital of the Yuan Dynasty, all those who are well-dressed, they at the bottom of the people will never dare to offend, otherwise the loss of a few pears is small, and the loss of life is not worth it.

"I'm so angry!" A young man in white walked up to the vendor.

The peddler was stunned, and when he saw that he thought he was a young man, he hurriedly said: "The boy said that he laughed, how dare the little one." ”

The young man in white smiled slightly, squatted down and looked at the pears in the basket, picked more than a dozen, and threw him a piece of broken silver: "It's late, go home quickly!" ”

"Childe!?" The peddler was stunned, saw the young man in white walking away, and pinched his arm hard.

Hurt!

Not a dream.

Hurriedly taking the broken silver into his arms, the peddler carried the remaining pears out of the city.

Soon, the two elders of Xuan Ming walked to a remote place and were about to urinate everywhere, but the back of their heads was suddenly hit hard, and they both lost consciousness.

Ling Chi put the thick wooden stick into the kitchen god space, and looked at the two elders of Xuan Ming who fell to the ground, his eyes shining.

Experience!

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