All the best!

The lemon that Song Hao had treated with a special technique based on spiritual power had a faint rich fragrance emanating from it.

The smell, at first glance, is similar to that of an ordinary lemon, but when you taste it carefully, it is completely different, and it seems that there is a medicinal aroma mixed with the fragrance of the fruit.

When you smell it, it makes people feel comfortable, but the feeling is too specific, and for a while, it is not clear.

Song Hao sighed, this immortal kitchen in the hundred arts of cultivating immortals is really magical.

He threw the lemon in his hand into the casserole.

Although it was simmered over low heat, the porridge was already boiling at this time, and when lemon was added, the rice soup was dyed a golden brown.

Washed by the heat, the fragrance suddenly became stronger.

It seems that the firepower is somewhat insufficient?

Porridge is boiling.

But for some reason, a flash of realization flashed in Song Hao's mind.

It's a feeling that can't be explained, but it can also be called an intuition or a talent.

At this time, there was no choice, following the heart was the only right one, so Song Hao increased the firepower of the gas stove.

Suddenly, the porridge boiled even more happily, and Song Hao picked up another medicinal herb.

Chinese wolfberry......

This is a kind of traditional Chinese medicine, and at the same time can be soaked in water to drink, with some health effects, three dollars are not much, only about 20 grains.

Song Hao grabbed these wolfberries in his hands.

There are words in his mouth, and he faintly spits out obscure incantations.

With his movements, the aura between heaven and earth was like a whale absorbing water, and he gathered it in the palm of his hand to clean the wolfberry.

Then Song Hao spread his palm.

The wolfberries became fuller and brighter in color than before, and he looked at the time and sprinkled the wolfberries evenly into the boiling porridge.

Laugh at......

An incredible scene happened, because Song Hao increased the firepower, and the boiled millet porridge boiled violently, but at this time, the wolfberries were spilled, and the boiling porridge water actually calmed down all of a sudden.

What's going on?

Song Hao was stunned.

Ordinary goji berries, of course, will not have such an effect.

The vision in front of him should be the medicinal herb in front of him, and after being cleansed by the aura of heaven and earth, a certain mutation has occurred.

Sure enough, it is better to be famous than to meet, and the fairy chef's technique is wonderful.

Song Hao was complacent, but soon his face changed greatly, and the spirit porridge only calmed down for less than a minute before it boiled again.

This seems to be quite different from the description in the Jade Pupil Jane.

Did you go wrong somewhere?

No, the production of the first spiritual food failed so quickly.

Joy and sorrow, Song Hao wanted to cry without tears.

And at this moment, Yun Fairy's voice came into his ears: "Don't give up, continue, even if the production fails, it is beneficial to be familiar with the process steps and brush up on the experience." ”

There is a point in that!

Song Hao woke up.

Thousands of tall buildings rise from the ground, and it is not easy to make spiritual food to succeed once, and you should not give up when you encounter a little setback.

At this time, he took out the medicinal herbs that were assisted by the third taste.

Slice ginseng.

It is also one of the most precious of all medicinal herbs.

However, unlike the ginseng that often needs a hundred years or even a thousand years in ordinary Xianxia, this porridge has no special requirements for the ginseng to be added, even if you go to the pharmacy and buy the cheapest one.

Of course, before use, it is also necessary to use the special cooking techniques of the fairy kitchen to deal with it.

Then throw the ginseng in mid-air.

Shake it up with palm force, and the ginseng slices turn into powder and sprinkle evenly into the porridge.

Song Hao didn't dare to be careless, and continued to carefully observe the fire.

Even if he knew that most of the spiritual porridge boiling this time would inevitably fail, he still tried his best to do it meticulously.

If you want to become a fairy chef, you must have a rigorous attitude.

As Yun Xianzi said, even if it fails this time, it can be regarded as an increase in experience.

In the following time, Song Hao added an auxiliary thing to the spirit porridge in order, every once in a while.

There are many kinds of these auxiliaries, including traditional Chinese medicine, dried fruits, and fresh seasonal fruits such as lemons.

Before you know it, an hour has passed.

If it was ordinary porridge, it should have been cooked a long time ago.

But the preparation of spiritual porridge is different.

Of course, we are now nearing the end, and at the same time, we have reached the most critical moment.

All the ingredients that should be added have been added, and now there is no need to master the heat, Song Hao sat cross-legged, and played one trick after another against the spiritual porridge cooked on the gas stove.

With his movements, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in this room seemed to be completely different from other places.

On the side, Yun Xianzi's eyes widened.

This god-turning ancestor with strong otaku attributes actually showed a nervous look...... But it was only a flash, and there were more expressions of excitement.

Rumble!

After another moment, a loud bang reached my ears.

With an invisible huge force, the casserole for cooking spiritual porridge actually rose to the sky.

Song Hao was startled, and hurriedly jumped to catch it, he didn't want his hard work all afternoon to succeed, so he was splashed on the ground.

"How's that, what's going on, is the spiritual food ready?"

Yun Fairy's voice came to his ears, curious and urging.

"See for yourself!"

Song Hao sighed and handed over the casserole in his hand.

It's black and miserable, in terms of appearance, the bowl of rancho porridge that Song Hao drank in Qinglingmen from thousands of years ago is better than this.

The terrible color alone makes people lose a little appetite when they look at it.

"Sure enough, it still failed. ”

Song Hao laughed at himself: "Without the protagonist's aura possession, cooking spiritual food really won't go well." ”

He sighed inwardly.

On the surface, it only took an hour, and the materials were not worth a few dollars, but why did the melancholy still linger.

"Wait, don't jump to conclusions. ”

The voice of the cloud fairy came to his ears at the right time.

"What do you mean by that, fairy?"

Song Hao turned his head in confusion.

Could it be that this black thing in front of me will be a porridge to dispel diseases, this joke is inevitably too big.

"Little one, you don't understand. ”

Yun Xianzi has his own opinions and suggestions: "Although I am not an immortal chef, I have some basic common sense more than you. ”

"A good immortal chef makes spiritual food that is certainly full of color, flavor, and taste, and has an incredible effect, which makes all monks flock to it. ”

"But in fact, there are not many such high-level perfect immortal chefs, and most of the immortal chefs, when making spiritual food, are both fish and bear's paws. ”

"What do you mean you can't have both?"

There was a hint of doubt in Song Hao's eyes, this was the first time he had heard of this statement, it was really old and fresh.

"It's very simple, it means literally, to put it simply, it is the taste of spiritual food, and the effect of spiritual food, between the two, you can only choose one. Fairy Yun's faint voice came into his ears.