The Darkiron House emitted a faint glow, which was a sign of the opening of the defensive formation.

The kitchen is only a few square meters, and although the sparrows are small, they are equipped with all the basic tools for cooking. There is a stove inside, and there are two pots on the stove, although it is not as good as the pot of hundreds of sons and thousands of grandchildren, but it is also a low-level magic weapon.

These are all prepared by the Ascension Building for the A-shaped room, and when the Ascension Conference is over, these things will be recycled.

Zhu Yu Zhengchou is worried that there is not enough time, with these two pots, at least two dishes can be cooked at the same time.

She first took out the spiritual rice, which was distinctly grained and emitted a faint red light, which was characteristic of the first-order red spiritual rice. Ten fingers flew, and the irritable aura in the spirit rice was pulled out by a trace, and the aura was more gentle and supple.

Then there is the Tianxiang pork, and the spirit beast meat contains more anger and is more stubborn. Zhu Yu spent a lot of effort to make the anger clear and clean.

After that, Zhu Yu used the method of removing the fishy smell on the "Fairy Recipe" again, and the whole piece of meat looked fresher, and the fishy smell was completely gone.

Looking at the remaining firebird eggs, Zhu Yu felt a little lacking in strength. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and continued to adjust her hands.

Generally, at this time, in order not to waste spiritual materials, many spirit chefs will choose to stop and wait for the strength to recover before continuing the operation.

But Zhu Yu didn't, she still insisted on practicing.

Because she found that every time she reaches the limit, if she continues to persevere, she will not give up.

Once she gets through this, she will be able to last longer next time.

Rather than spending spirit stones, Zhu Yu cares more about cultivation.

Her qualifications are not good, and it is already more difficult to advance than others. The lifespan of a mortal is not more than a hundred, if she does not grasp every opportunity to advance, with her qualifications, I am afraid it will be difficult to build a foundation before the longevity is exhausted.

After processing all the ingredients, Zhu Yu's face turned pale, his temples swollen and painful, and his aura was exhausted.

She trembled and held on to the stove for a moment before recovering.

"My cultivation is still too low, except for Tianxiang Pig and Lingmi, the other spiritual materials have not succeeded. Zhu Yu took out a small notebook and wrote down the problems he encountered just now, and he must improve them when he has time.

Looking at the spiritual materials that had failed to be disposed of, Zhu Yu threw them away. According to the record of the "Immortal Recipe", if you want to cultivate the "Shangshan Dao Decision" to the foundation, the spiritual materials consumed are probably a lot of money.

Zhu Yu wiped the sweat on his forehead, started a fire, added water, put rice, and cooked the rice first.

Waiting until the flame of the pine wood stabilized, Zhu Yu twisted the formation switch next to the stove.

"This formation switch is really strange, it can actually keep the flame stable. This way I don't have to be distracted, I just need to wait for the time to come and turn off the formation switch. Zhu Yu looked at it curiously, and even the simplest stable formation dazzled her.

Zhu Yu had no choice but to give up, take out the Tianxiang pork, cut it into small cubes, and set aside the green onions, ginger and garlic after chopping them.

Pour spring water into the jade pot, wait until the spring water is submerged in the pork, add the green onion and ginger and bring to a boil. After the fire boiled, Zhu Yu carefully skimmed out the white foam inside with a spoon.

These white foams are impurities in the pork, and if they are not taken out cleanly, they will affect the taste.

After controlling the moisture, Zhu Yu put the pork aside to control the moisture, took the opportunity to wash the jade pot, and burned it.

When the moisture of the Tianxiang pork is dry and the pot is hot, Zhu Yu first put the pork in and fry it until golden brown on both sides, and then take it out. Pour oil into the pot and bring to a boil, add green onion and ginger and stir-fry until fragrant, then add pork, nectar and spring water in turn, and cook slowly over low heat.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and a strong smell of meat or burnt smell, mixed with the unique fragrance of Tianxiang pig, spreads.

Reduce the juice and remove from heat.

The door of the Xuantie House opened, and Zhu Yu's voice came, "It's time to eat." ”

The light from the lantern fruit illuminated the large kitchen, and Zhu Yu and the others sat at a large table, looking at the only portion of braised pork and spiritual rice on the table, staring wide-eyed.

Xu Rin originally thought that Zhu Yu's treat was a mortal's meal, but who would have expected that she would really use Tianxiang pig to make spiritual food.

It's not that he doesn't give face to Senior Sister Zhu Yu, but in this pot of meat, most of the meat is charred and blackened. Xu Rin, I have eaten a lot of meals, and the color is refreshing and refreshing.

Probably only mortals can make such a heavy meal, and the mainstream meals in the cultivation realm are mainly light.

It was the first time he had seen such a rich and colorful meal.

Looking at the pot of black and red Tianxiang pork on the table, Xu Rin's hand holding the chopsticks trembled, going back and forth several times, but he couldn't make up his mind to sandwich the meat.

The other two are similar.

Although this meat smells strange, this appearance still discourages the three people who are used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and they can't eat it.

Zhu Yu blushed a little, "This is the first time I've made braised pork, and I didn't grasp the time well, so I accidentally burned it." ”

In the past, in Meixi Village, only during the New Year's holidays, the eldest aunt would buy meat, but the meat would not be handed over to her. She even got a small piece after she did it, and it also depends on whether Zhu is in a good mood.

The most she ate was brought to her by Sun Yueyue, and she didn't know what happened to Yueyue. Is she good at Dayan Sect?

"Senior Brother Xu, you are a physical cultivator, why don't you try it first. Ouyang Caizhi's big watery eyes shone with anticipation, I used to wish my sister a good head, how could it be that the braised pork overturned here.

Big eyes, small doubts. No wonder Daddy would say that "alchemists are easy to obtain, but spirit chefs are rare". Even Sister Zhu's good cooking skills overturned, and sure enough, it is not unreasonable for Chef Ling to be noble.

Xu Rin swallowed his saliva, and the outstretched chopsticks stopped in midair.

Although he is a physical cultivator, this is not the way to endure suffering. It is still the aura of the real person who is not enough, and with this idea, he set his eyes on the real person of the water mirror.

The real person in the water mirror tilted his head, with an expression of "who am I, where am I".

Asking for help to no avail, and couldn't bear Zhu Yu's expectant eyes, Xu Rin barely pulled out a smile on his honest face, stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

While chewing, he said words of comfort to Zhu Yu.

"There are too many spirit chefs who have not succeeded, if it were really that easy, this spirit chef would not be so rare. You meat ......"

Speaking of this, Xu Rin paused, chewed the meat in his mouth without saying a word, and stuffed another piece into his mouth.

"How is Senior Brother Xu?" asked Zhu Yu.

Xu Rin drooped his eyebrows, looking bitter and hateful, and shook his head while sighing. It's just that the movements of his subordinates did not slow down at all, and pieces of braised pork disappeared from his mouth.

"I'm dying, Senior Brother Xu, tell me, what does it taste like?" asked Ouyang Caizhi.

Xu Rin's usually honest and simple eyes flashed with a glimmer of essence, and he shook his head firmly.

"There's so little meat that I haven't tasted it yet. Don't worry, let me try it again!"