Wisps of fragrance wafted from a shop.

The fragrance was filled with the deliciousness of demon beast meat, the spices made by various spiritual plants and the spiritual fungi of the cultivation realm, which penetrated Li Suian's nose like a thrill.

It's hard to imagine how rich the aroma of such a dish would be.

No wonder the black demon pig flowed halazi, it was really fragrant.

Not only them, but also some pedestrians on the street stopped and stopped, swallowing saliva one after another.

"The kid of the old Shen family is cooking again! I heard that I can already make a first-order mid-grade spiritual food. ”

The voice of an old lady among the onlookers sounded, and everyone around was stunned.

Someone questioned: "First-order middle grade? What are you kidding, the first-order middle grade can go to the scented guest in the town to be the chef, how can you stay in this small shop! ”

"You don't know this, young man, being a cook for others, taking a fortune, his father has saved a lifetime in this shop, and now he has become a chef, and the fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys."

The old lady held a fan in her hand with an expression of "you don't understand, do you?"

Li Suian nodded, that's right, how can it be cool to be your own boss when you work!

In the cultivation realm, how can there be so many fights, kills, and kills, and the vast majority of people are seeking a skill that suits them, earning spirit stones, and improving their cultivation.

Of course, the necessary martial arts still have to be learned, and it is inevitable that one day, if you don't look for trouble, trouble will come to you.

However, this is the first time Li Suian has heard of the word kitchen repair.

It didn't take long for a young man to emerge from the small shop, his face was young and immature, his eyes were clear, and there was a sharp energy in the blink of an eye.

"Fellow Daoists, this is a spiritual food today, called Sparrowtail Chicken Stewed Lingqing Mushroom, a first-order lower-grade spiritual food, a total of five cups, the starting price: three lower-grade spirit stones!"

"It's so expensive! It's so lucrative! This bird's tail chicken only has four spirit stones, and with some spirit mushrooms, it is less than six spirit stones. ”

Someone spoke.

The others who wanted to squander it once also retracted their steps after this man's words, and looked at each other and waited for the young man to lower the price.

The chef didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and just waited, as if these people weren't his potential customers.

"Do you want to eat?"

"Hum hum!"

Think!

Li Suian took out ten spirit stones and sat on the seat outside the store.

She was amazed to find that the tattered tables and chairs actually had runes! It's like a protective rune.

That's right, when the monk eats the spiritual rice that he has steamed and cooked, the spiritual energy in his body still needs to meditate and run to the dantian, not to mention the spiritual food!

If you are disturbed or attacked by others while meditating, this spiritual food will not only be eaten in vain, but it will also affect your own cultivation.

The black demon pig also stands upright on the stool on its hind legs, and its two paws are on the table.

"It's really wronged! Not only eat it yourself, but also give it to the monsters! Tsk, I don't know if it's water in my brain! The monk who had fanned the flames just now said jealously.

But the people present still listened to him, and their eyes widened one by one, wanting to see how Li Sui'an would react after eating the spiritual food.

When the young man saw someone sitting down, he put away the ten spirit stones placed on the table, and put them in front of Li Sui'an with two cups of soup and two large bowls of spiritual rice.

"Please eat."

After the soup is opened, a rich fragrance mixed with aura comes to the face.

Li Suian took a deep breath, picked up the handle of the spoon in his hand, took a bite of chicken soup, and took a bite of first-order rice.

It didn't stop halfway, and the black demon pig buried the whole pig's nose in the fresh soup.

After a while, Li Suian's body began to get hot, and the vigorous spiritual qi flowed in her body, and after eating the last bite of soup and a mouthful of meat, she crossed her legs and used the rotation technique.

The aura brought by the spiritual food is extremely mild, and after a little operation, those spiritual qi enriches the dantian by itself.

I don't know how long it took, but when Li Sui'an opened his eyes, he found a young man looking at her with a smile.

"This fellow Daoist, how do you feel, give me an evaluation." The young man spoke.

The extra aura in her body is enough to withstand her three days of penance, no wonder some people say that cultivation depends on spiritual food, and penance depends on pills.

The first time she ate spiritual food, she really didn't have any comparison, the taste, and aura saturation were all in the best, much better than what she made herself.

Making spiritual food by yourself, the volatile aura, and the deliciousness of the food will dissipate somewhat, such as Li Sui'an, who is on his cup of soup, eats a large piece of demon beast meat.

"Daoist friends are young and promising, this soup really opened my eyes, but this spiritual rice ......"

Li Suian naturally wouldn't say that it was perfect, and the purpose was naturally to sell the first-order lower grade spirit rice in his hand.

Selling to anyone is selling, but if you sell it to Chef Xiu, her spiritual rice bonus effect will maximize the benefits.

The effect of Lingmi's bonus is a good cover for the past because of the existence of kitchen repair.

Even if Chef Xiu found out, would he be stupid enough to tell others that it wasn't my ability to be strong, but that this Lingmi was originally different?

Selecting the same quality spiritual materials is also a compulsory course in kitchen cultivation.

The young man raised his eyebrows, "Daoist friends don't know, I do a small business, and I will naturally consider the cost." ”

Who doesn't want to use the best! But Qingtian Town is just a town, and most of the monks eat spiritual food made by the spirit kitchen, which is also an occasional luxury.

"Well, I have some first-order low-grade spiritual rice here, fellow Daoists can try it."

Li Suian took out a handful of spiritual rice from the storage bag, put it on the table, greeted the black demon pig and disappeared into the streets of Qingtian Town.

The young man put the handful of rice into a storage bag, and then put away the table and chairs.

After leaving, Li Sui'an walked into the Fu Gong shop.

"Fellow Daoist, what to buy? There are some new attack charms, as well as defense charms, do you want to check them out? ”

As soon as she entered the store, the good-looking nun stepped forward and asked, while a middle-aged monk behind the counter was flipping through the scrolls.

"Do you want to receive a first-order mid-grade fireball talisman?"

Li Suian looked at the dazzling first-order lower grade talisman and asked.

The female cultivator was stunned for a moment, and then said respectfully: "Fellow Daoists, please." ”

She narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the nun warily.

"Don't misunderstand, we operate in good faith, trade in it, and be safe." The nun smiled slightly and explained in surprise.

Compared with a long-standing shop that will do things like murder and treasure grabbing, Li Suian still believes that he will be targeted by robbery and repair in this transaction.

Walking into the compartment, Li Suian looked at the isolation array disk above his head and couldn't help but smile.

The first-order mid-grade talisman is also too exaggerated.

"How many first-order mid-grade talismans does Daoist have there?"

The nun handed over a cup of spiritual tea and said.

Li Suian glanced at it and handed the tea to the black demon pig, "The elders in the family have refined a total of thirty-two pieces, and they are short of spirit stones recently, so they want to sell them." ”

After hearing this, the nun leaked a trace of regret.