Tim has been frustrated lately, the fall festival has arrived, and it should be the best time for restaurant business, but this year it has been deserted.

Looking out of the shop window, there was a long queue in front of the newly opened Senna restaurant across the street, people were waiting for their meals in the cold, and he couldn't help but sigh, the cold did not increase the business of his restaurant, since the opening of the restaurant across the street, except for some old customers to take care of, there were no new customers.

Even the number of regular customers is gradually decreasing, and if this continues, restaurants will have to close sooner or later.

Tim had mixed feelings, his restaurant was passed down from his father and passed down by making fish for decades, but he didn't expect it to close in his own hands. When he was a child, he still remembered the scene of learning to make fish with a knife behind his father's buttocks, and remembered that when his father was lying on the hospital bed and solemnly handed over the chef's knife to him, telling himself to pass on his craft, Tim's eyes turned red with pride.

Father, it's Tim who hasn't been able to inherit your craft. Tim looked at the kitchen and lamented, he had tasted the fish made in Senna's restaurant, and the taste was indeed not inferior to his own, and the most important thing was that their fishy smell was lighter than his own, and it was with this that he lost the restaurant's signature in a cooking competition.

Seeing off the last guest, it was getting late and freezing, and Tim put out the fire and prepared to go home. Just as he was about to close the door, a piece of straw paper suddenly fell from the crack in the door, as if something was written on it, he picked it up curiously, and saw that the title was written "Condiment from the Age of Magic - Vinegar".

Is it an essay format...... Tim had seen several papers in the journal Gastronomy, all of which were the knowledge of the bachelors. As a chef, seeing the condiments of the Age of Magic, Tim couldn't help but look down, and at this look, his face suddenly changed, shocked, surprised, and expectant.

After reading it, he hurriedly stuffed the paper into his underwear, turned his head to look like a thief, hurriedly locked the door, and disappeared into the darkness in the cold.

......

The autumn festival is coming tomorrow, and the martial arts hall has been closed, so Tang Qi has time to prepare the items needed for the grand ceremony.

The rules of the grand ceremony selection are very simple, and the requirements are also very simple, that is, let the participants go to the wild to survive for a week, and at the same time complete some simple tasks to accumulate points, and finally the nobles will recruit talents through the scores. The festival is secretly protected by the guards of each family, and it is usually safe, but as long as it is in the wild, there will be unpredictable dangers, so there is a certain mortality rate in the autumn festival every year, and the statistics of good deeds are about 1.23%.

Not to mention the mortality rate, just participating in the festival to sign a life and death clause can scare some people's courage, but even so, people still squeeze their heads to participate.

It is very important to prepare survival tools, watching his mother hold a water bottle and stuff it into the bulging bag, Tang Qi felt his head big: "Mother, let me prepare." "Looking at the half-human-tall bag, pots and pans are all available, and those who don't know think they are moving.

"It's okay, I talked to those who participated in the selection some time ago, and I know what to prepare, just watch from the sidelines. The mother refused Donkey's request.

The corners of Tang Qi's mouth twitched: "Are you sure this pot, porcelain bowl, and seasoning...... Folding chairs, do these things really work, aren't you being deceived. He hid his face helplessly, carrying so much weight, he would be tired and lie down.

The mother blushed rarely, and the little woman seemed to pout her lips and put her bags down: "You can pack it yourself, I'll go get the newly made clothes." ”

I finally took the bag, got all the things inside, and then picked up some useful stuff, what pots and pans, pillows, stacked chairs, and threw them out, and after a while, the backpack shrank a lot. This backpack was made by her mother, two pieces of wolf skin sewn, very strong, she was busy for two months, selling porridge and sewing and mending, the gaps are covered with needles and threads, do not worry about being crushed.

Closing the locks of the backpack, the mother came out with a set of clothes, looked at the shrunken backpack, and muttered distressedly: "Won't it be enough to bring this little thing?" She didn't think about making Tang Qi answer, and handed over the clothes, "Try to see if it looks good." ”

The clothes turned out to be cloth woven from ice wool, and the ice sheep was an evil beast, not strong, but it lived in an extremely cold mountain, and had a body of wool with excellent heat preservation but precious. This outfit is expensive, and Tang Qi looked at his mother in surprise.

The mother smiled and did not say the price: "The family can't afford to prepare leather armor for you, but you can still afford a good dress, so wear it and see if it looks good." ”

"Hmm. ”

Tang Qi nodded heavily, quickly put on his clothes, only felt warm all over, and couldn't tell whether he was moved or warm: "Mother, I asked William to borrow a set of leather armor, so you don't have to worry about leather armor, I will definitely get a good result and come back." ”

"Grades don't matter, the important thing is that you come back safely, Louise and I are waiting for you at home. His mother helped him straighten his collar and looked at the child who was becoming more and more handsome in the new clothes, and felt quite proud.

After everything was packed, Tang Qi went back to the room, looked at Louise's bedroom with the door closed, and couldn't help but sigh in disappointment, his brother was about to go to the wilderness, and he didn't even have anything to say, it seems that what he did some time ago is useless.

Enter the house and close the door, move the table and chairs from the balcony into the house, poke the stove to make sure the room is warm, take off new clothes, then put the wooden core and two jars of beast blood on the table, and sit down with a carving knife. Approaching the selection, Tang Qi planned to prepare some totems as much as possible.

There are 6 scorching totems in his hands, which is almost enough, and there are only 3 left in the healing totem recently, which needs to be added, and this time he bought the blood of the earth-based evil beast from Old Man Ge, and he can finally make two stone skin totems, and the stone skin totems that enhance defense can greatly improve his survivability in the wild.

Now for the single-string inscription method, Tang Qi is becoming more and more proficient, and the success rate of making totems is getting higher and higher.

Soon, a stone-skinned totem with gray veins was successfully crafted.

Stone Skin Totem (Defective Product) - Defective Totem, Defense Decreased, Repair Slowed, Frequency Decreased, Inscription Technique Rough.

Mastery: 15/500.

With a movement of his wrist, Tang Qi buried his head and continued to engrave the totem......

At night, Tang Qi spent his time meditating, since the torrent meditation method was slow, he had to spend more time meditating, and after meditating all night and night, he could feel that the source qi was much more stable and strong than at the beginning.

Early morning.

Tang Qi was woken up by the shouts of praying in the streets, put on his clothes, and lay on the windowsill, where he saw people standing on both sides of the street, and a long line of gongs and drums was marching through the streets. Some of them painted flower faces, some painted grimaces, holding huge wooden castles every other section, and there were various shows performed around, and Tang Qi watched with relish.

This is one of the most important events of the autumn festival, where people with flowered faces are painted to scare away bad luck, and castles and various wooden decorations are tributes to the heavens, and when they are transported to the square in the center of the city, they are burned.

The line was very long, Tang Qi watched for half an hour before he watched the long line go away, stretched his waist, the early morning chill hit, turned around and went back to the bedroom......