How so?

Lingmi is not a precious thing in the immortal cultivation world, in the final analysis, it is just ordinary rice, watered with spiritual springs.

Contains a trace of aura, if it is not for the immortal kitchen to cook it with a special method, the general steaming, the rice obtained is only a little more delicious than mortal rice, there is a little effect on strengthening the body, but for the monks, there is almost no help.

But the immediate ...... The crowd couldn't imagine it.

Let's talk about the appearance of this pot of spiritual porridge first.

White as jade, thick but not greasy, the rice soup is like milk, and the spoonful of rice is like jade, one by one, white and lovely.

It is unimaginable that a pot of porridge can bring such beauty to people visually, and with the fragrance wafting out, it will bring a strong impact to people's hearts.

What does it mean to have both color and flavor?

This is perfectly illustrated in front of you.

The monks were dumbfounded, and then, the sound of spitting wildly came, don't laugh, it's not that everyone is reincarnated as a starving ghost, but this pot of porridge, just looking at it makes people appetite.

The onlookers had forgotten about the gamble, and just wanted to scoop a bowl and drink the hot porridge into their stomachs, and there was never any food that could give them such a strong impact and arouse everyone's appetite.

The cheeky old man also widened his eyes, his face could be said to be very ugly at the moment, but he quickly shook his head and comforted himself in his heart: "Don't panic, this stupid little guy, how can it be an immortal chef, not to mention that the reason why the spiritual porridge is precious is because it has the effect of washing the marrow of the I Ching and increasing the mana of the monks in the condensation period. ”

In short, the old man didn't believe it in his heart.

But the rest of the monks didn't care so much, and they were spitting wildly at the moment.

Soon, the fat man like a mountain of meat spoke, and his voice was hearty: "The real person doesn't show his face, I didn't expect the spirit porridge cooked by the little brother to be so good, the aroma is fragrant, I don't know how much it is worth, can you sell me a bowl?"

"yes, sell me a bowl too. ”

"I want to drink it too. ”

......

The voices of buying come and go.

Monks above the foundation can open the valley, although the monks above the condensation period need to eat, but there are only a few who are greedy for appetite, but the spiritual porridge in front of them is really appetizing, even if it has no effect on cultivation, they don't mind buying a bowl.

Song Hao smiled.

He raised his head: "This Taoist friend is serious, the Lingmi Lingquan is all from you, and Lu is not a character who doesn't know what to do, how can he collect money from you?"

Since Taoist friends want to drink, Lu will borrow flowers to offer Buddha. ”

Song Hao said as he scooped up a large bowl of spiritual porridge and handed it to the fat man.

"Haha, little brother is really happy, Sun has made you a friend. ”

After the fat man finished speaking, he raised his head and tasted a mouthful of spiritual porridge from the bowl.

Then, his eyes lit up.

How can it be so delicious?

The porridge with a fragrance, slippery to the extreme, from the throat to the stomach, the whole person feels comfortable, look at the fat man's body shape, you know that it is a glutton, have eaten the world's delicacies, all kinds of delicacies and seas are countless, compared with those precious ingredients, this ordinary porridge, is actually a standing out of the crowd delicious.

It was as if his thoughts were drained, and there was nothing else in his eyes.

So he didn't say anything, opened his stomach and began to eat and drink, as if in his eyes, the whole world was only left with such a bowl of porridge.

In a word, it's delicious.

Song Hao brought him a big bowl, but he was snorted by the fat man, and he ate it after three times and five divided by two.

Comfortable!

Seeing the fat man's satisfied face, the onlookers were also excited, and the comfortable expression could never be pretended.

"Give me a bowl. ”

"Bring me a bowl too. ”

It was crowded for a while.

"Shut up. ”

Unexpectedly, Song Hao, who was the main owner, had not yet spoken, but he waited for the fat man's shout, which was like thunder, and everyone was stunned for a moment, and suddenly fell silent.

There's no way, whoever lets others be the master of the ninth layer of condensation.

The fat man turned his head and looked at Song Hao, but his expression changed, just now he still had a serious face, but at this moment his face was full of respect, if you look carefully, there is still a little flattery in the respect.

He looked at Song Hao deeply: "Sun has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and I hope that Taoist friends will not be surprised." ”

What's the situation, what's the situation?

Everyone's expressions became surprised.

You must know that the world of cultivating immortals is respected by the strong, and this fat man's cultivation is far superior, but he suddenly has so much respect for the little guy in front of him, there seems to be only one reason.

Really......

The other party's voice once again came into his ears: "Sun has never drunk such a spiritual porridge in his life, not only is it extremely delicious, but also one bite can be worth my ten days of hard work." ”

What, I heard you right!

The crowd is a sensation again!

One bite is worth ten days of penance?

You must know that the ordinary marrow cleansing spirit porridge is suitable for monks in the realm of condensation, and a sip of it is equivalent to three to five days of cold and summer work.

The effect of this spiritual porridge in front of him was three times stronger.

And it tastes so delicious.

Legend has it that only the most advanced fairy chefs can cook food that has both taste and healing.

Could it be ......

Everyone's eyes shimmered, and they couldn't help but watch Song Hao again, but they quickly shook their heads, no matter how they looked at it, they didn't look like the top-level fairy chef, maybe it was a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.

But still no one dared to take it lightly.

Even if a blind cat meets a dead mouse, it takes a real fairy chef to cook spiritual porridge.

This is the most popular immortal cultivator, and his identity is even higher than that of an alchemist.

Despise is gone, replaced by respect and envy, to be able to become an immortal chef, this path to cultivating immortals is much smoother than ordinary people.

On the other hand, the cheeky old man had a face like ashes.

How can it be?

He didn't believe it.

This little guy doesn't seem to understand anything, how can he cook spiritual porridge?

And where is there an immortal chef who cooks like this, it looks like a mortal cooking porridge.

There is only one possibility...... The fat man and the stinky boy are accomplices.

"Don't talk nonsense there, you must be in causf. "If it weren't a last resort, the old man really didn't want to be the enemy of the fat man in front of him, the other party's strength was too much higher than his own.

But now he has no choice.

If you lose this bet, you will be doomed.

"You mean that Sun Mou and this immortal chef have teamed up to trap you. ”

Song Hao didn't speak, and the fat man was already furious.

And the rest of the immortal cultivators, one by one, showed excited expressions, originally thought that this excitement was boring, but I didn't expect it to be twists and turns, better than expected.