"I ......" Chen Xinyan was about to open his mouth to refuse, but suddenly thought that once he refused, it would not be easy to taste such a delicacy in the world in the future.

Although the fat ball monk's food processing talent is good, the taste is still not as good as the cooking skills of this scholar, and Bajie has been talking about participating in the World Culinary Competition, and it is not bad to learn it himself and then pass it on to him, so he changed his words and said: "I accept it!

"I don't have much time to teach you specific cooking skills, this is my lifelong experience and experience in cooking, I will pass it on to you first, and then you will slowly comprehend it in private, how much you can learn depends on your personal creation. After that, the middle-aged scholar pointed at the center of his eyebrows.

Countless messages poured in, and Chen Xinshen only felt that his brain couldn't process so much data at once, as if it was about to explode. Just when he was in pain, the mirage that was set in the clear pool of the Mud Pill Palace's Zhihai suddenly emitted a soft light, and under the illumination of the light, Chen Xinshen's mind about the cooking methods of various domestic and foreign delicacies instantly changed from a messy rabble to an orderly army. Whether it is the superb cooking skills of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, or the unique ingenuity of Japanese and French cuisine, they are all filtered and rearranged into a thick book through mirage.

This is a well-deserved treasure book of the god of food. Chen Xinyan silently sighed in his heart.

As his idea germinated, the words "God of Food" suddenly appeared on the quaint book above the sea of knowledge. As his mind moved, when he wanted to cook a dish, the recipe would open an intelligent search, helping him find the most suitable recipe at once.

Good guy, with this cookbook, as long as you are not an imbecile, no matter how stupid you are, you can make a good dish. But this thing is a bit of a tyrannical thing in his own place, and if Bajie gets this recipe, he must be happy.

"Hey, you've mastered it faster than I thought. A soft voice from a middle-aged scholar interrupted Chen Xinyan's train of thought.

Chen Xinshen slowly opened his eyes, clenched his fists and said, "I haven't asked Mr. Daming yet." ”

"People who don't have a surname, I can't bear my surname, you can just tell me to know how to do. On paper, I finally feel shallow, and I never know the knowledge and action of this matter. The scholar laughed.

When it comes to other people's privacy, Chen Xinshen can't ask more, so he has to ask: "Mr. Zhixing, I have a friend who really likes cooking, I don't know if I can ...... it."

"It's okay, if he likes it, you can copy it to him. Cooking was originally my hobby, it was nothing. Scholar Zhixing waved his hand and said, "You can continue to eat, I have some things, go first." ”

After that, the scholar's figure suddenly dissipated again, just as suddenly as he appeared, coming and going in a hurry, but quite mysterious.

It wasn't until the scholar left that Chen Xinyan woke up like a dream, and after thinking about it carefully, he actually broke out in a cold sweat.

"This scholar didn't know where to go, I unknowingly understood his way, and completely relieved my guard against him, but fortunately he only asked about eating. Chen Xinyan looked at the direction where the scholar disappeared and said in a daze.

Chen Xinyan recalled the inexplicable and heartfelt respect he had just now, and he was really a little afraid. It's just an ignorant life, but it spontaneously gives birth to a kind of respect, as if it has been fascinated, but it still doesn't know it. The most terrifying thing is that he can't even raise a trace of guard, as if he is facing a friend who can be friends for many years. With this ability to influence other people's minds alone, Chen Xinshen knew that this scholar might be even more mysterious than he was currently showing.

Xu Liyue didn't answer his words, Chen Xinyan turned his head to look, only to find that the other party was eating hot pot happily, and the beads of sweat on her sideburns were in the same position as a long time ago. There was nothing on the table except for the hot pot, as if those barbecues and those meals had never existed, and the dishes that I had ordered were still lying in the basket, all of which seemed like a dream. It's just that the golden book of the God of Food in his mind is reflected all the time, reminding him that all this is not a dream.

"What are you thinking? Eat quickly, why are you in a daze?" Xu Liyue's afterglow caught a glimpse of Chen Xinyan standing still for a long time, and finally took his eyes off the hot pot.

Chen Xinyan came back to his senses and asked seemingly casually, "Did you see a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar just now?"

"What scholar?" Xu Liyue said in confusion as she stuffed a hand-beaten beef ball into her mouth.

"Nothing, I was dazzled. Chen Xinyan shook his head, this scholar's methods were beyond his imagination, and he decided not to involve Xu Liyue.

It's just that when did he fall into the illusion woven by that scholar? Chen Xinyan recalled it carefully, and then gradually understood that it should start from what he said about the Northeast Stew, including Xu Liyue's reaction to the scholar later, it should just be the illusion that the scholar made to appease his heart and deceive himself. For the outside world and the real Xu Liyue, time has only passed for a moment, but for Chen Xinyan, he has eaten several dishes in this illusion and dream-like illusion, and has obtained advanced cooking skills from scholars.

Chen Xinyan has a deep understanding of the way of space, but the appearance of the scholar cannot arouse his perception, Chen Xinyan also has a deep understanding of the way of time, but he can't also perceive the means of changing the flow of time inside and outside the scholar, he can only say that the cultivation of this mysterious scholar is really unfathomable to him.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Xu Liyue's white little hand waved in front of him.

"Oh, it's okay, I'm thinking about the selection of the new four ghosts. Chen Xinyan explained with a smile.

Xu Liyue patted her head and suddenly realized: "Yes, if you don't say it, I forgot." Speaking of selection, the position of one of the new four ghosts this time is divided into auditions, preliminary examinations and final examinations. Everyday life continues as usual during the auditions, but participants can assassinate each other. Only the demons who survived this stage of the great assassination can enter the first test. The first test is similar to the audition, but in a big field with a big brawl, there are no rules to speak of, and even the act of teaming up with each other is tacitly allowed. The last ten surviving in the smash braw will be arranged to face each other in pairs, and the final winner will be arranged to meet the Thousand Sails Banner and the Sinking Boat Flag, as long as they are identified by the two flag owners, they can become one of the new four ghosts. ”

"What if you don't get it?"

"Qianfan Shenzhoulou speaks with strength, and generally speaking, it will not be unrecognized. The real fall of the core members has never happened before, as long as the soul is still there, there is always a way for the owner of the Thousand Sails Sinking Boat Building to resurrect them. So I don't know what will happen if I don't get it. Xu Liyue spread her hands.

"Hey, now I can only take one step at a time. ”