No, Bai Gu used to have a companion, but his wife was an ordinary person who died hundreds of years ago.

After the death of his wife, Bai Gu remained single.

This man, after being single for a long time, he will want to find something to do.

Bai Gu recalled the scene where his wife cooked for herself, and wondered if she should learn to cook by herself.

I was really fascinated by this study, but I didn't expect that my wife's cooking used to be very difficult, and this cooking is very knowledgeable.

Bai Gu is a monk with a long lifespan, and he has long been dissatisfied with ordinary food, so he began to study some more powerful food, which has to be taught by himself, and there are few people who can teach.

Instead of ordinary food, it is naturally the fairy food made by the fairy kitchen, and the ingredients are those that ordinary people can't deal with.

One of the biggest drawbacks of self-study is that you need to taste.

Try your own theoretically made dishes.

All kinds of strange spirit plants have to be tried, and some of the dishes made can be considered immortal dishes, while others have become poison because of the wrong ratio of spirit plants or other reasons.

This poison was still hidden, and after accumulating to a certain amount, it finally exploded all at once.

He was seriously ill.

His sense of taste had been reduced during that serious illness, and he could only taste the kind of strong impact, and the other tastes might not be as good as plain water to him.

In the past, if he came to Lushui City, he would definitely go to the best restaurant here, order the best dishes, and taste them well.

Now even if he has those things, he doesn't want to spend money to eat those tasteless things anymore.

So, he just found a random restaurant that seemed to be okay, just thinking about filling his stomach, and he had no hope of whether it was good food.

Perhaps, this is his wife's curse on herself, because she has lived alone until now.

Every time he thinks about his taste problem, he always has this thought, which always lingers.

On this day, he was hungry, so he found a random restaurant in the center of Lushui City, and it happened that it was the one opened by Li Yuanfan.

There was no such mess on the menu, and he could see that the dish was actually a coincidence.

As a man who used to be a fairy chef, he still has an interest in studying cuisine.

As soon as this consciousness unfolded and put it in the back kitchen, it could sense what was going on inside them.

This is actually disrespectful to the chef, but who made his cultivation high? Li Yuanfan and they didn't notice it at all, especially since they didn't have an immortal chef here, just an ordinary chef, so even if they found out, they couldn't find someone to defend their rights, not to mention that the recipe of this non-immortal dish was useless to this kind of strong person at all.

Bai Gu was just curious, after all, he was self-taught, and it was this ordinary dish that he learned at the beginning.

Divine consciousness is divine consciousness, and he directly saw Ma Zhiyuan, who was holding a mess of vegetables, throwing it into the pot.

At that time, Ma Zhiyuan still had amnesia, and a large part of the reason for throwing such a pot was that he still thought it was fun, and he himself knew that such a pot of soup would not taste much better.

It's a mess!

Bai Gu had never seen anyone else do this soup, so he naturally became interested, and his divine sense was all placed on Ma Zhiyuan's side.

He felt that it was impossible for the back kitchen in this kind of restaurant to mess with the dishes during this kind of meal rush, and Ma Zhiyuan was wearing the uniform chef costume in the store, so he felt that this was a well-thought-out dish.

Based on his own experience, he analyzes what the chef of the author of the dish thinks.

So many fish bones should be put down to make the fish soup and make the taste more fragrant.

Strange, why did he add lamb instead of fish?

Well, his mutton is still one of the few places that others don't want to eat.

Why do you put sheep bones again?

What kind of mess is this?

To make matters worse, Ma Zhiyuan doesn't handle the oil that comes out of the soup.

I can't stand it.

This oil will seriously affect the taste and make the drinker easily tired.

He immediately called the waiter.

"Waiter, do you have any different soups in your shop? I hope it's not on the menu. ”

It is impossible for him to directly say that he wants to drink the soup that Ma Zhiyuan is making, so others are not wary of him?

He was sure that the strange soup was definitely not the one on the menu, and it was most likely the one that their staff had drunk.

As he had planned, the waiter went in and asked, and when he came out, he said that there was a soup that was being tested and could be given to him for free.

This was unexpected, but he didn't expect that the young man to make test soup.

He had been observing the inside, and he saw that the young man had taken a sip of the soup he had made, and his expression suddenly became serious.

He thought to himself that his sense of taste had deteriorated so much now anyway, so why not taste it? So I ordered a bowl.

I didn't expect that this night was very intimate, and I directly brought him a pot of pots.

This pot of soup can be divided into at least five bowls, does the other party treat him as a pig?

He picked up the spoon and looked at the foam floating on top of the soup, and he smelled it.

A fishy smell.

None of these ingredients have been fishy!

If this is put on the table and sold, it will definitely be closed.

That guy is really cooking!

He sobered up a lot, and remembered the young man, who looked like he was only eleven or twelve years old.

I can't extinguish the heart of a young man who loves to cook.

He swallowed his saliva with difficulty, automatically turning off his sense of smell.

He was afraid that if he smelled it again, he wouldn't have to eat it.

The hand that picked up the spoon still went down.

The soup was brought into the mouth, and although the white foam had been swept away as much as possible, there was still a slight amount on the spoonful of soup.

It's so oily, he actually tasted the fishy smell of mutton.

What's the smell of fish? All of them were suppressed by the smell of mutton.

He actually tasted it because of this soup.

He was shocked.

What is this soup called? He wanted to know that even if it was an immature dish, it would be a chef who created it.

He asked, and the waiter gave him a "messy soup".

"The taste of this soup ... Well, ok. ”

He just commented like this, in fact, he didn't want to break the heart of the little ghost who was opening a crack in the door and watching here.

He still remembers the waiter's surprised look.

Somehow, I casually asked, "Are there any other flavors?"

The waiter was very conscientious, and passed the word to the little ghost in the back kitchen, and when he came back, he really gave an answer.

"He's got all the flavors you want."

I just twitched my head and asked casually, where did that little ghost get his confidence?

He looked in the direction of the back kitchen.

He didn't finish the soup, so he sang a few sips and threw down fifty yuan and left.

Jokes, how can a bowl alone make him sick enough to drink a pot? As for why fifty is given? One is because he cares a lot about the money, and the other is because he inexplicably wants to see if that confident imp can really make the taste he wants, which can be regarded as an encouraging investment.

He left without a word.

But within a few months, he was back.

It was his first day out of the country.

He wanted to see if the imp had made progress, to see if the messy soup was really to his taste.

He deliberately made a difficult problem, he materialized the description of taste.

"Waiter, bring me a bowl of rose-flavored messy soup."

This is the first time he has come up with a definite taste.

The imp went out for a while, and when he returned to the back kitchen, he had a handful of roses in his hand and a dead snake coiled around his waist.

The venom glands of the viper were removed.

He thought he would throw two things into the pot to make soup, because that little imp did it the first time, regardless of whether he threw it into the pot.

Who knew that the little ghost actually knew how to extract rose juice, and the poisonous snake, he only used its bile.

That bowl of messy soup is really a bowl of soup, without any traces of meat or vegetables.

It tastes bitter, bitter to death!

He had tasted roses before, and although they had a floral fragrance, they were bitter.

"Well, that's what it smells like."

He actually wanted to say, "Bitter! That's right, that's bitterness! ”

Later, he often came to this shop to drink messy soup, and the taste became more and more strange.

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The bowl of grassland-flavored messy soup ordered by Bai Gu came up, and it was still as unpleasant as usual, but it could be astringent.

As for Ma Zhiyuan, who was in the back kitchen, he also opened a crack in the door as usual to look here.

Hey, this Uncle Bai is so powerful, he can drink this, and he doesn't wrinkle his eyebrows.

"Li Qing, it's in the way."

Another waiter behind him, holding two plates in both hands, said.

Ma Zhiyuan looked back and saw that it was Brother Kai, he was also an ordinary person, the kind who only built the foundation.

"Uh-oh."

Ma Zhiyuan apologetically got out of the way.

Isn't it in the way of others to stay at this door?

"You better go and take a look at those pots of soup, I just saw that one pot seems to be almost dry."

Chen Kai kindly reminded when he passed by Ma Zhiyuan.

"Huh? I'm going to take a look. ”

Ma Zhiyuan, who helped Chen Kai open the door, said.

Those pots of soup were ordered by the guests, so you have to pay more attention.

Ma Zhiyuan didn't look at it here, and went back to take care of the soup he was responsible for.

As usual, Minnai put the messy soup bowl into the back kitchen and showed it to Ma Zhiyuan first.

This time, Uncle Bai drank two-thirds of it, and he felt more than he had drunk before.

"Li Qing, do you know how much money that Uncle Bai gave you this time?"

Mina asked with a smile.

The smile on her face seemed to have revealed something, but Ma Xiao still asked.

"How much?"

"He gave a low-grade spirit stone!"

"Wow! So much? ”

A low-grade spirit stone, if you exchange it for ordinary money, there are 100 yuan!

Of course, there are no spirit stones used in general transactions.

"Then Uncle Bai is now poor and only has spirit stones?"

Ma Zhiyuan took the lower grade spirit stone handed over by Minnai, and part of this question was a joke.

It's like saying that someone else is "poor only with money".

Mina rolled her eyes and showed him.

"I think so. Your bowl of messy soup is almost worth half a day's income. ”

Minnai's monthly salary is three thousand five, which is okay, and Ma Zhiyuan... He has no salary, only pocket money, and he still gets it every week, five hundred a week.

The messy soup is considered an extra income, it is not a dish on the menu of their store, and the money given by the other party is not a fixed amount, as if it is given according to the taste of each dish, and once only ten yuan was given, which is obviously just as unpalatable, so everyone doesn't care about the income brought by this dish, and it can be regarded as the privilege of the boss's son.

"Really? That's a lot. ”

Ma Zhiyuan deliberately made a surprised expression, he just wanted to be angry with Minna, and thought it would be interesting.

"Hmph, I'm going to go back to work, and it's me off to talk to you."

Mina was really angry with this stupid boy, and left the back kitchen without knowing his head.

The messy bowl of soup... left it to Ma Zhiyuan to wash it himself, anyway, this guy often does chores in the back kitchen.

In fact, Ma Zhiyuan is responsible for washing all the bowls, because this guy is the spiritual root of the water attribute, and he coincidentally only learned one water decision in the lower realm, and this water decision is even lower in the upper realm, almost everyone will, it is just a matter of proximity to the water attribute.

In this regard, Ma Zhiyuan didn't say anything, and explained to him that Nai just didn't put the bowl in the sink where it should be, besides, doesn't this mean that he just succeeded?

Look at that sink, it's already full of bowls, so just wash it, anyway, it's easy to use it to wash pots and pans.

Ma Zhiyuan touched the spirit stone again, this thing feels very good, it is cold and cold, and the color is also very good-looking, although it is not as good as the impurities of the top grade or the best, but it also transmits some light.

When I was playing with this, I happened to be seen by Hongtu on the side.

"You kid, where did you get the lower grade spirit stone?"

Hong Tu was cooking seriously just now, so he didn't pay much attention to this.

"Uncle Bai gave it."

Ma Zhiyuan said with a smile, and shook the lower grade spirit stone in his hand.

It's nice to have reflections.

In fact, Ma Zhiyuan can often touch the spirit stones, but those are his sister Li Yao's, and now this one belongs to him, of course, he is happier to touch, and he wants to show off a little.

"Uncle Bai?"

Hong Tu obviously didn't react at once.

"Oh, that weirdo who likes to mess up soup with you? Your grassland-flavored messy soup today, he gave you a low-grade spirit stone!? ”

Hong Tu, who reacted, was very surprised.

Oh my God, what's wrong with this world? Do weirdos smell so weird? Phew, rich people just can't understand what they think.

"That's, I said that my messy soup is delicious! I've got some here, would you like to try them? ”

Ma Zhiyuan put the low-grade spirit stone into his pocket.

He saw Hongtu swallow his saliva.

Hehe, I'm curious about what it tastes like.

"Okay, I'll taste, taste...

Hongtu put down the vegetable shovel in his hand and walked over.

Ma Zhiyuan is so happy in his heart, it's so funny to pit others.

Immediately took a bowl from the pot and handed it to Hongtu.

Hong Tu got closer, and asked if it tasted even worse, but he was curious about what this grassland taste was.