"I guess I have to find ...... from the food fantasy"

"In other words, do I need to be proficient in how to make food in the real fantasy world first......

Reuniting the main quest 1 - The Road to the Ghost Kitchen - 2 - the appearance of the ghost kitchen obtained by landing in the True Fantasy Realm before, Chen Hu suddenly had the feeling that all this was premeditated, in order to awaken his cooking heart and have the necessary conditions to become a special chef in the spirit world.

"System, you really took great pains to train me. Chen Hu couldn't help but sigh.

Then he picked up a piece of rabbit meat with a knife again and put it in his mouth.

"The food fantasy should be based on the ingredients themselves, just like the crispy duck I ate before, and the acquisition is the process of the duck entering the fire and then evolving and transforming. ”

"And my rabbit meat this time, too, the core of the illusion is the life of the rabbit, although there is a head and no tail, and the illusion is not complete. ”

"So what does it take to make the illusion complete?"

Thinking about it, Chen Hu ate all the rabbit meat in the pot, returned to the stream to brush the pot, and returned to the simple stove again to act.

Use the aura to explode the hot pot, put in the rabbit oil, and then take the young rabbit to cut the meat as a slice, the bones, internal organs, plus the hair, the head or something, directly thrown into the explosion to refine the so-called essence, with the fusion of spiritual skills and aura into the meat, with spices and vegetables, and another wilderness version of the fried rabbit meat will be announced out of the pot.

Chen Hu took the meat with a knife instead of a fork and sent it to his mouth, and felt it again with his eyes closed.

"It's a little more complete, but it's still not monotonous, and the realism is obviously not as good as the crispy duck I've eaten before. ”

Chen Hu tasted for a moment, ate part of it, poured the rest into the fire and burned it to ashes, then extinguished the fire eye, picked up the pot knife, and returned to Yanyun City with the roe deer and pheasant that had been simply cleaned.

is still the same sentence, if you want to do something, the scumbag is indispensable.

......

Chen Hu carried the pheasant to the city similar to the reality of the Beijing overpass, this kind of small commodities, craftsmen and emblem opera on the street, found a good place to sit down, with the first entry into the city with the deer in exchange for the fine sail to find someone to make a sail to the ground, sit on the side, pour water and mud, wrap it with all kinds of spices on the remaining pheasant, until it is wrapped into a large ball, and then dig the soil and bury it in the pit, sit on the fire, while using the aura to urge the practice of spiritual skills, while waiting for the novelty of the customer to come to the door.

Yes, customers. As for what kind of customer he is, he is naturally curious about his craftsmanship, otherwise why would he put up a sign next to him?

As for what is written on the signboard, it is very simple, just one sentence - private customized food! The following is the requirements, you can mention the dishes you want to eat, but you must bring your own ingredients, add a fine cost, not delicious and do not need money.

This is the way that Chen Hu thought of not only completing the task, but also practicing food, making him familiar with the food fantasy, and maybe even making money.

Killing three birds with one stone, Chen Hu has no reason not to give it a try.

Chen Hu ignored the curious eyes of the people around him, concentrated on controlling the flames, and made the first time he tried to make a flower chicken since he learned to cook.

The flames were raging, and the high temperature frightened others from approaching easily.

"Customized food, what kind of fun can be customized?"

"Customized with wool, if you want to eat, just go to the restaurant to eat, why do you still use your own materials to ask him to do?

"Yes. As soon as the work fee is broken, I see, this person is crazy about money. Who does he think he is, the master of Zhenwei Building?"

"Maybe they're the legendary Grand Chefs?"

"If he was really a special chef, he would have become a guest of honor of the city lord or a big family, so how could he come to eat on our street?"

"Haha, that's not for sure. ”

"Alright, let's get to work, we don't have that much time to waste on him. ”

After that, although there was still a slight discussion, the frequency and sound were lowered, and if you didn't pay attention, you could hardly hear it again.

Chen Hu's face was the same as before, and he was still concentrating on controlling the flames as before.

After two hours, intermittently, Chen Hu, who had almost exhausted his aura, finally stopped, extinguished the flame with the lid of the pot, and then opened the firewood, plucked away the dry and cracked soil, and took out the mud egg buried in the pit, and then knocked it with the back of the knife, breaking the mud shell outside, and a hot steam gushed out of the mud like a light, floating in the air, faintly outlining the form of a chicken.

The aroma spread, and the people around the lure who were selling art, snacks, and messy things all subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"That guy, it looks like he has two brushes. ”

"It smells so good!"

Chen Hu ignored these, the knife kept hitting, completely crushing the mud on the outside, revealing the whole chicken inside, the blade of the knife lightly scratched the surface of the skin, and the chicken skin stained with soil residue was separated from the chicken, and as soon as it was torn, the tender chicken was presented in the eyes of all the followers.

The more fiery aroma permeated, further tempting the cicadas in the abdomen of others.

"Hey, do you sell chickens?" asked a guy who couldn't help but crave it.

"Sell!" Chen Hu nodded and affirmed.

The purpose of making this chicken was originally to attract customers, so if he could sell it, he would naturally not refuse.

"More money?"

"Two fines. Chen Hu, who had no change in his hand, replied casually.

One fine crush is equal to fifteen fine slag, and one small fine stone is equal to twenty fine slag, so if it is not necessary, Chen Hu still likes to take the whole number directly.

"Two fines, forget it, I only earn a few fines a day, you better sell others. The latter was startled, shook his head and gave up.

In this regard, Chen Hu still didn't care, looked around again, and after seeing that no one had the intention of buying, he directly tore off a piece of chicken, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

The chicken is fragrant and smooth, and a familiar image of a pheasant appears in his mind, like a rampaging chicken, pecking at various spices, and finally gathering together, screaming and releasing delicious power.

Chen Hu felt new, and kept tearing off the chicken and putting it in his mouth.

"Ahh A slot man who performed acrobatics finally couldn't stand the temptation of the fragrance, dropped the things in his hand and walked quickly to Chen Hu, stretching out his hand to ask.

Chen Hu didn't care about this, looked up at him, tore off a piece of chicken breast and threw it into the other party's hand.

The latter did not hesitate and was sent into the mouth.

"Hmm...... It's delicious, don't Lao Chen, that guy makes roast chicken much more delicious. The man chewed intoxicated for a moment, and then gave Chen Hu a thumbs up and praised.

"Here, it's a fine, and the rest of the chickens are mine. Then the man threw out a white pebble-sized object.

Chen Hu was not hypocritical, put away the fine pieces and handed the chicken to the other party.

Looks like this business has to be done.

Then Chen Hu sat on the street for a while, and when he saw that no one was coming, he put away his things and left the real fantasy world and returned to reality.