The cook repaired the clay figurines left by Ba Xiaochuan in a dream, although they were as good as ever, he always felt that those cracks were still there.

People die like lights going out, and in this natural and man-made disaster, there are many people who don't know each other, and without seeing it with their own eyes, there is a lot less real feeling.

But he also knows about Ba Xiaochuan, and the dream he weaves for Ba Xiaochuan is also guided by him.

Ba Xiaochuan is a hard-working man, stammering and parting. But isn't this world, this red dust, and this sea of suffering full of nine sufferings?

Birth, old age, sickness and death, resentment and hatred, love and parting, the five yin are blazing, you can't ask for it, you can't let it go. The rolling red dust tide is bitter.

There is a sea of red dust and bitterness in the world, but this red dust also borders the sea of bitterness. It's like the lotus seed.

Although the lotus seeds are sweet, the core is bitter. This red dust is also bitter. Regather the fly ash scattered by Ba Xiaochuan, and also fill it into the clay figurines that Ba Xiaochuan carried with him before his death.

He picked up the body of the little girl and went to a wilderness, where he buried her and the clay figurine.

"This red dust is really bitter." Then, the cook also began to realize the Tao with this sentence. Enlightenment, it is not difficult to say, it is not easy to say, some people have been displaced for half a life, some people play red dust, some people practice behind closed doors, and they have never had the opportunity to realize the Tao.

But some people wake up with a word, some people feel the scenery, some people suddenly realize because of dreams, and they also rely on understanding and accumulation to come naturally.

All the feelings in my heart and the accumulation of cooking, what I have seen, heard, thought and thought in the past and present lives, all these things have come together as a matter of course, and a dish that does not use any ingredients in the world and does not use any real objects as ingredients.

The chef understands the history of mankind, which is constantly advancing, and the development of culture and language is not comparable to the evolution of cooking.

The people take food as the sky, firewood, rice, sauce, vinegar and salt, and no one can leave three meals a day. And those dishes that have left hurried footsteps in time may still exist in some corner of the world, evolving with the times.

The unique use of the original fire, and the development of the spreading of spices, converged and flowed into a barbecue. The advent of utensils has also given birth to processes such as stewing, frying, and stir-frying.

Different regions will bring different flavors to the same dish, and the fusion of different flavors will form the flow of food trends in various eras.

Therefore, in the rolling red dust, the 5,000-year history of the descendants of Yan and Huang is also to perceive the world with food, to glimpse the past from food, and to predict the future with food.

"Cha Fan is to live, but life is not just for Cha Fan." A thousand words come together in one sentence.

The name of this dish finally came to mind.

"Stew red dust." So Hongchen heard the sound and came, and then fell into a dream of Wanhua. The sea of red dust and bitterness is boundless, but Qin Yuelou only takes one scoop, this scoop belongs to him alone, and it is his own red dust.

But from the red dust, he sees the big from the small, and sees the three lives, so the red dust of one person is also the red dust of all living beings.

Red dust fell into his big dream, waiting to be processed. Dream of Wanhua is the kitchenware of the cook, which replaces the process of cooking, replaces the spreading of seasonings, and replaces the complicated processing.

The dream path is almost infinite, constantly generating, and it is also constantly adding and subtracting for this stewed red dust.

He is seeking a consummation for this dish, but he has fallen into the infinite realm of consummation and imperfection.

A dish has several standards of color, flavor, and shape, but different people have different opinions, which is also a kind of imperfection in the perfection, but also in the perfection of the perfection.

After all, it is difficult to adjust the mouth, because the tastes of Tiannan, Haibei and the north are different, but the crowd can also be adjusted, relying on the recruitment of freshness.

To be a man, it is like shallots mixed with tofu, to be innocent and go to all directions, but this is a man, and it has to be like preserved eggs and lean porridge, because it is impossible to resist the malice of all directions, so it must be like preserved eggs and lean porridge, innocent and evil, natural and pure with a little black.

The pots and pans come to Lang Lang and the Qiankun is big, the sweet and sour are bitter and spicy, the years are long, the gold and jade are just a piece of cake, the three mountains and five mountains are stewed for the hundred flavors of life, a pot can not stew the hundred flavors of life, and a pot and boil the next hundred flavors of life.

This pot has been through ups and downs, and if you can't hold it, you have to serve it in the end. The kitchen is just a square inch of space, but it is clanging and colliding, steaming and stir-frying yellow stewed and fragrant, and spicy lights up people's eyes.

Life vinegar, years of ginger, salt is the bride of vinegar, wine has to be the best man, this world fireworks are as beautiful as food, provoke the gods how many times to taste?

Therefore, a small kitchen can also glimpse a kind of life state in which there is infinity in the poor, but there is poverty in the infinity.

Seek incompleteness in perfection, and then seek perfection again, and so on and so forth, in order to become infinite. Stewing red dust is the enlightened dish of the chef Qin Yuelou.

When he was cooking, he was also eating, because there was an infinite cycle of poverty. What he eats is the flavors of life, what he eats is the sea of red dust and bitterness, what he eats is the endless cycle of poverty, and what he eats is the perfection and imperfection.

He eats, himself. He is like an Ouroboros, eating himself, constituting infinity, a Möbius snake.

Therefore, the beginning and end of the dream path constitute an infinite loop. He is the Infinite Serpent, and he is also the beginning and end of himself, and the cycle repeats.

It is a human body, but it is also in the form of a serpent, and with this kind of perfection and imperfection, poverty and infinity, he has been promoted to become the master of the Tao.

But he was hungry, and in order to satisfy his stomach, he ate himself from the infinite cycle of his body, turned into a steamed bun, and ate it.

Then, he came to the Heavenly Palace. Then...... looked at the world and said softly.

"The heavenly palace you haven't finished, I'll make trouble for you." Stewed red dust, how can it not escape from red dust? Land immortals, the realm of the Dao Lord.

Taishan Mansion Jun sat firmly in half the sky, smiling proudly, it was he who gathered the big momentum with a small momentum, and his own hands and tricks came out together, in exchange for the opportunity for the cook to achieve enlightenment, and the day of enlightenment.

Then he grabbed the Heavenly Dao goblin and covered his face with a punch and kick, the old fist and the country scolded, and the Heavenly Dao goblin who beat him retreated and kept fleeing.

And in this heavenly palace. The degenerate and deformed immortals can't tell who is who and who is who, because the breakthrough imagination of the hunt is ugly and unforgettable.

Then the fallen immortal Dao masters began to use the Dao realm of corruption and distortion, and attacked the cooks with their own ways.

"There is no kitchen god in this world, or maybe everyone is a kitchen god." The cook never opened his mouth. Nor did he make a move.

But these ways were also stewed in a pot and became a big stew. Then it was swallowed by the cook.

"The true god of cooking can use anything to make dishes that are full of color, flavor, and shape, and your Tao is the same." The cook said with a smile,

"There is no high or low Tao, just look at who goes farther, I go farther than you, so you are not as strong as me." If it is said that the prime minister can support the boat in his belly, then Qin Yuelou has a big belly that can accommodate infinitely.

After feeding on the Dao, Qin Yuelou wiped his mouth. Herbivores are good at walking and foolish, and meativores are brave and fierce.

Those who eat grain are wise and skillful, those who eat qi are gods and live long, and those who do not eat are immortal and godly. Those who eat the Tao, the god of food in big dreams.

The true nature of the god of food in the big dream is revealed, and the pure white Ouroboros is infinitely ringed by the snake

The posture of "∞" seems to be extremely small and very large, entrenched above the heavenly palace. The Infinite Snake Dream Realm unfolded, like a pouring mouth, sweeping away the fallen immortals.

The Ouroboros never opened its mouth, and then returned to its human form. Although I was still hungry, I felt full.

Big dreams of food gods, food on gods. This is the end of the matter. Luo Dengshi, the Lord of the Illusory Dream Realm, returned to the Heavenly Palace with a group of gods of this realm who had not recovered, and among them was Tang Jiuyin.

These native gods were also injured, because their great battle made the way of their bodies manifest the path of the Dao, and the Dao was not healed, and they could not recover their bodies.

Now that the Heavenly Palace has cleared away the fallen immortals, they have also returned from the illusionary dream of refuge. The cook also snorted coldly, not giving any face.

"Do you want to go to the Upper Realm? We can send you up, and with your ability, the Upper Realm will surely welcome you to ascend, and the Upper Realm will not have the priesthood of a god of food. Tang Jiuyin said to Qin Yuelou.

"Open the door, I'll go up later, but I'm going to do something else, and finally sweep the tail." He also had a better attitude towards Tang Jiuyin, and after speaking, he fell from the Heavenly Palace.

After eating Jianmu, the cook reappeared as a Jedi Tiantong, but left a way for himself to go up, and then found Qin Yuelou, who was paralyzed on the ground and did not move.

"Ontology, I'm going to the upper realm, I have to find out the news for you, collect all the available information and information, just a heavenly dao will send us back to the pre-liberation period, and I can't support it alone, so it's better to draw a salary from the bottom of the kettle, besides, are you okay now?" The cook asked Qin Yuelou.

"It's not good, the bloodlines of the four monkeys are not compatible now, each of them is fighting, if I hadn't been crammed by the system, I would have exploded now, and the spiritual pollution lingers, if I want to fully recover, it is estimated that it will take hundreds of years, and those fallen immortals beat me too badly." Qin Yuelou smiled bitterly, but then laughed.

"Go to the upper realm, our fire has been passed down, and when you get there, you must protect yourself."

"I know." The cook said,

"Need I do something for you?"

"Go to the upper realm, I'll call Dr. Qin later, you have to develop well, and then you will be super god."

"I see." The cook nodded, and then walked up to the Heavenly Palace. He disappeared into the clouds, and then a stream of light descended from the sky.

The huge Infinite Serpent flew up from the sky to the upper realm.

"I'll wait for you to drink together." Qin Yuelou said, slowly closing her eyes. He was so tired.

But in the end, the researcher carried him up and took him to the scientific research space. The Dao Masters are not dead, so the Mixed Dao Realm is still there.

"Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now we are stepping forward from the beginning, at least, Dajing is temporarily safe." Researcher Dr. Qin took off his glasses and wiped them.

Then he looked at Qin Yuelou.

"What am I going to do with you? Noumenon? The researcher said in distress.

"I can still salvage it." In his sleep, Qin Yuelou whispered.