In the face of the master's admonition, what is my choice?

On the first day, I continued to stay in that space, continuing to cook for those Jindan Jurchens. Relying on the bizarre cooking methods found in their brains, and borrowing the ingredients they could find, they made more than a dozen delicious dishes that exceeded their expectations, and made a "strange" word to the extreme. So they ate happily and gave me a lot of things.

Maybe I did too well, An Xian'er Zhenren actually threw the scripture of "Nahaitun Weather" to me before leaving. The things that the other Jindan Jurchens gave me were also related to the "Ethereal Root".

The next day, I had a night's buffer, spent most of the time in the Goldfinger space, and summed up a lot of plans that could be implemented. Therefore, I used the word "Zheng" to suppress a few Jindan Jurchens. Simple stir-fried vegetables, simple sour vegetables, simple ghee cakes, simple rice, simple roasted fish, authentic roasted meat, and some very ordinary dishes made the six Jindan Jurchens very happy.

The taste is right, the heart is right, who said that cooking has nothing to do with cultivation. Who said that high-ranking monks must eat dragon liver and phoenix gall to enjoy it? In my previous world, there were natural cuisines that "return to the roots" and Zen cuisine in the Chinese Oriental style.

Joke.

So I used the most ordinary and natural ingredients collected in the fields of the farms at the foot of Yuncheng, and used the most orthodox farmer's cooking methods to cut vegetables, wash rice, cook, kill pigs, and stew meat. A large bowl of rice, a large piece of meat, do it with the most simple heart, thank the owner who provided the ingredients with the most pious heart, and eat it with the most satisfied attitude.

Where is the Way?

On the third day, the secular mortal regimes below had already reacted. Not only did the mountain castle lord below bring a large number of samurai to send a lot of supplies as offerings, but the castle lord who could come nearby also came. Naturally, the Chen mountain town where I was born is indispensable.

It was also the second time I saw my mother in this body.

I could have had no feelings, because I was me, I was the time-traveler, not her son. But when she saw me, she couldn't tell what it was like, anyway, she ignored the few Jindan real people above, ignored the strict foundation building monks in the hall, and ignored the very serious "father" in front of her, ran out, hugged me, and cried.

I looked up to the sky and sighed, tears streaming down my face. It's been a long, long time since anyone has embraced me, so long ago that I can't find this feeling in my soul. The last time I embraced, the last time I was hugged by my real mother, had been swallowed up by the stormy black tide behind me, especially after I learned that they were all dead. Desperation, once my cigarette, gave me the opportunity to see her face in shards of glass.

So, I shed tears.

On this day, I used the ingredients from Chen's mountain city, according to the appearance in my memory, with the precise calculation of countless simulations in the golden finger space, and used my own heart to cook for my mother, who has a body. Stir-fried fish and taro soup, fried rice with bamboo rice, mountain brewed sake, white water sheep's head, and her favorite honey-grilled chicken wings. It's very simple, so simple that it can't be put on the table, but it is a delicacy that I can rarely eat in my body memory and live in a remote area with her for more than ten years, but it can be engraved in the bone marrow.

I let go of my guard and savored the mood in each dish, watching her laugh and cry and eat everything.

Then, the few Jindan real people said that this was a rare delicacy for them to eat for a long time.

Where is the heart?

On the fourth day, the first group of people who could return to Cloud City returned. Anyone who was judged by the Tsukiji Monk to have reached a certain score was sent out of the black mist and returned to Cloud City with their harvest. Then they saw me.

Even Liu Guanghe, who had long known that I was left by Jin Dan Zhenren to be a chef, now has a little less respect on his face and a little more confidence. Now he looked at me with a wolf-like look.

Hehe, I thought I had killed a lot of monsters, practiced leveling, and gained experience, so I gave birth to a level, can you challenge me?

Then I used some usable ingredients they brought out of the black fog to teach them a good lesson on the spot.

It is made of the Yin Ghost Bamboo that grows in the rotten soil of countless corpses and bones as a meat container, and the meat of the black-toothed dogs and rats living in the phosphorus fire cemetery is used as a filling, and some cold water rice that is called the Extremely Evil Rice because of the erosion of the spiritual field is stuffed, and it is placed in the furnace for refining the ghost Dao magic weapon, and what is cooked is something like a black pearl.

It can be said to be a special elixir, and it can also be said to be a special delicacy. Its taste is very bitter, the kind of bitterness that can shake the soul, not pure and intense bitterness, but the bitterness of nostalgia for the past when the living soul is transferred.

It is the ultimate in "suffering".

Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, bitter taste is the most difficult to make. But when it is done, it has a unique taste.

For example, now, the group of friars below stared at the plate in front of me with hideous faces, looking at me viciously. No one could insist on eating more than three grains of rice, and most of them changed color, distorted their faces, and desperately drank water after eating one.

But how dare they complain?

Didn't you see the few Jindan women on it throwing a grain of rice into their mouths and eating it, eating very happily?

"Sure enough, it's a little special, and it tastes good. ”

"Indeed, this little guy who looks at the water will really surprise us. ”

"Why don't you let him win this time, how about being the first?"

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A group of friars crushed their fists, hating them beyond imagination. These people are working hard, fighting to the death, killing a lot of monsters, doing a lot of things, having to tear off all the disguises of the past, and having to dig out all their strength, and then they can surpass so many senior brothers and sisters and sit in the current place. But Chen Guanshui, how can he be a winner?

Is this the world of the superiors? Is this the injustice of the world?

You must know that there are still nearly two-thirds of the Qi cultivators and almost all the warriors who are still fighting for their lives in the black fog of Dongbo Mountain. And as time dwindles, the success of reaching the standard increases, and the likelihood of the remaining dying becomes greater and greater until the seventh day.

On the seventh day, when all the tasks are over, all the people who are still in the black fog don't have to come out again, and simply become the next batch of quest NPCs.

But I was smiling softly on stage.