In fact, what Zhao Yan wants to do is not a rare thing, it is all the specialty of small stall vendors on the earth, similar to stall cakes, French fries, and fried chicken wings.

He has walked through several cities and found that there are no identical snacks in this world, it can be said that the snacks in this world are not developed, and the reason is very clear, there are only so many cultivated land and ordinary people, in addition to the various officials of Great Xia, there are many immortal cultivators who are not engaged in production.

Ordinary people work so hard that the harvest can't really feed the world's population, let alone make snacks out of precious grains.

Therefore, Zhao Yan was extremely confident in his idea, and he was not afraid that the eldest grandson who didn't know how old he was would be dissatisfied.

He mixes the flour with a small amount of diced pumpkin and the meat foam, and the various condiments are thrown in, and before the pot is ready, a burst of aroma spreads.

The subordinate helped to look at the firewood on the side, and when he asked about the fragrance, he stretched his neck, not that he was hungry, but that he hadn't eaten food for a while, and he was hooked up by the fragrance and had an appetite.

Wang Duan Yongfang's eyes moved slightly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and quickly retracted his gaze, and scolded his subordinates: "Keep an eye on the firewood! What's so strange? As an immortal cultivator, your appetite has long been cut off, and you know at a glance that your kid is not practicing enough." ”

The subordinate put up his mind and returned to work.

On the steps, the eldest grandson also smelled the fragrance, but he has always been noble, he has eaten too many delicacies and delicacies, and he has an average evaluation of the things made by Zhao Yan, and he is still waiting for the finished ingredients to appear.

Zhao Yan had probably understood when he was in the back kitchen before that Wang Duan's gang and the tribes in the southern country had similar tastes, and they all preferred heavy flavors, so he added a lot of condiments when making food.

Seeing the situation of the three people nearby, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

'Wait for my plate of pumpkin pie to come to the pot, and see if you can bear it.' ’

Zhao Yan picked up the mixed pumpkin pie from the board and walked to the side of the boiler, scooped out a part with a spoon, gently shook it on the boiler and poured it out, and the oil pot immediately crackled and exploded as soon as it came into contact with the foreign matter.

The two immortal cultivators who were working unusually next to each other had seen this situation, and they both felt very novel.

"Tsk...... It's really amazing, tell me how you scooped out a spoonful of juice and it became a round cake when it got to the pot?", Wang Duan Yongfang is either cultivating on weekdays, or he is busy preparing cultivation matters for the upper echelons, and there are too many things he has never seen.

His subordinates are similar to Wang Duan Yongfang, except for going out to practice, he is a retreat and practice, and he knows very little about mundane things.

However, the eldest grandson above was not surprised, and said: "Two fools, that's because the flour was fried hard, and besides, the things in his basin were not water in the first place, but just looked like they flowed." ”

Zhao Yan thought that even if the eldest grandson lived for many years, he should not know much about the world like other immortal cultivators, but the eldest grandson's words surprised him, but it was not incomprehensible, after all, if he lived a long life, he would have more knowledge, and it would not be strange to have seen similar situations by chance.

"The eldest grandson is really well-informed, and I only found out by chance, and I made it when I was bored to satisfy my hunger", Zhao Yan patted his ass, and continued to add pumpkin pie to the oil pot with the movements in his hands.

As the degree of frying increases, the white flour gradually takes on a golden color, and the condiments and ingredients spew out a rich aroma, which is more attractive than before.

By this time, Wang Duan Yongfang couldn't help his desire for pumpkin pie, his Adam's apple swayed up and down, and the sound of gurgling saliva continued to come out.

Zhao Yan smiled, stood on the side and waited quietly.

After a while, the five pumpkin pies in the oil pot all turned golden, and the appearance made people reluctant to look away when they saw it, and they couldn't wait to take it out and feast on it.

Zhao Yan picked up a colander on the side and scooped out all the pumpkin pie inside and put it in the basin, and the remaining hot oil cooled in the pumpkin pie, frying the pumpkin pie just right.

Wang Duan Yongfang swallowed his saliva and said, "That's good?"

Zhao Yan looked at Wang Duan Yongfang's outstretched hand and said with a smile: "It's almost, at this time, the circle of flour outside has not reached hardening and is not crispy enough, so let's continue to make the next snack first." ”

"Oh...... Okay", Wang Duan Yongfang stared at the pumpkin pie with a slightly anxious expression.

Zhao Yan smiled, turned around and cut a few potatoes into strips, smelled the fragrance on them, and muttered: "It's a pity, there is no fat house happy water, otherwise adding fried chicken wings can make people feel refreshed." ”

As he spoke, he swallowed his own saliva.

Since walking out of the deep mountains and old forests, Zhao Yan has wanted to satisfy his tongue more than once, but he has never had the opportunity, thinking about what he made today, he has a sense of happiness in his heart.

Wang Duan Yongfang listened to Zhao Yan talking to himself, and wondered: "What kind of happiness?"

"It's nothing, a kind of water that makes people extremely comfortable", Zhao Yan said, remembering something, and said, "Is there a mung bean?"

"Yes, I saw it when I was looking for ingredients before", Wang Duan Yongfang said, "What?

"Get some here, and you need sugar", Zhao Yan thought of a drink that could also make people feel happy.

Wang Duan Yongfang glanced back at the eldest grandson, and after receiving the order, he stared at the pumpkin pie fiercely, turned his head and ran quickly outside the courtyard.

"I have to say that your food is more powerful than ordinary spirit plants, and it can actually make an immortal cultivator feel anxious," the eldest grandson said as he walked down the steps.

As soon as Zhao Yan raised his eyes, he saw the Adam's apple that the eldest grandson had just fallen back into, and couldn't help but laugh secretly: "Although it is said that immortal cultivators don't need to eat anymore after opening the valley, there is a fundamental difference between replenishing energy and tasting food, the former is a physiological need, and the latter is a desire need. ”

The eldest grandson nodded and stood behind Zhao Yan: "I didn't expect you to know a lot as a little slave." ”

Zhao Yan shook his head and said, "I'm not afraid of the eldest grandson's annoyance, I heard that the truth-rich expositions in the world are the masterpieces of ordinary people, and immortal cultivators are obsessed with the power and power of the upper echelons, and they ignore many things. ”

When the eldest grandson heard this, he forgot about the delicious food for a while, pondered it carefully, and waited for a while before saying: "It makes sense, but it doesn't make much sense, you need to know that in this world, power and power are the foundation of everything, and truth or something, that's secondary." ”

"The eldest grandson is right, so ordinary people are always ordinary people", Zhao Yan said on the surface.

In fact, he scoffed at the remarks of the eldest grandson, if it weren't for the fact that those constructors of truth set the world background again and again, improved their cultivation again and again, or discovered novel rules, how could there be the rise of immortal cultivators right now, I am afraid that they are still using brute force against brute force.