After about a cup of tea, Song Hao stopped probing.

His face showed a look of satisfaction, the other party really didn't dare to deceive himself, around this room, there were no cameras, nor any traces of spell fluctuations, he was cooking spiritual food here, and he really didn't have to worry about someone snooping and watching.

Compared with mana, Song Hao is obviously more confident in his divine sense, "Eating and Cultivating Immortals" cannot be figured out with common sense, and the most interesting thing is that drinking juice can increase the strength of the monk's divine consciousness.

And Song Hao is now a local tyrant with a net worth of more than 100 million.

I used to be poor, and I had to lick the bottle cap when I drank yogurt, but now...... No matter how expensive your fruit is, you can eat one and throw it away, freshly squeezed juice, and let it go.

The result of this is that his divine consciousness is changing day by day, and it can't be described by great progress, but it has increased too quickly, and now even if it can't be compared with a top-level Qi Condensation Stage cultivator like Lie Tiekong, compared to a mid-level Qi Condensation Immortal cultivator, it is obviously still superior.

Therefore, he has confidence and confidence in his divine sense, and he has inspected this room, and no one has snooped on him, that is, there is really no one to snoop.

This is also in line with his expectations, after all, if anyone is in a different place with Fierce Iron, he will not offend the fairy chef stupidly in this situation.

Then Song Hao's gaze fell on the ingredients in front of him.

There are a total of twenty-four delicate small wooden boxes, and the name of each ingredient is marked on them, and these things are put together to make three servings of Zhuji Eight Treasure Porridge.

And the other party prepared so much, of course, it was not the luxury of expecting him to cook three portions of spiritual food for him, but considering the difficulty of boiling the eight treasure porridge of Zhuji, and if one of the three servings could succeed, he would be satisfied.

"It's really hard for this guy. ”

Although he was from the enemy's point of view, Song Hao couldn't help but admire the determination of the Fierce Iron Sky to cultivate immortals, and it must be known that the ingredients for cooking Zhuji Eight Treasure Porridge are far less rare than the raw materials for refining Zhuji Dan, but they are by no means first-class Chinese cabbage.

It wouldn't be wrong to say it's worth a lot.

Lie Tiekong has also eaten soil for a long time in order to gather three raw materials, and it is no exaggeration to say that it took a lot of effort.

It's a pity that he has worked hard for so long, but he is entrusted to a non-person, and the immortal chef he invited is an enemy who does not share the sky, and he has been kept in the dark, and Lie Tiekong is also pitiful enough.

Song Hao took a breath, and once again recalled in his heart the process of boiling the spirit porridge in Appendix 3, although the spirit porridge made by this method was a counterfeit, which was much easier than the real spirit porridge, but it was also careless.

Song Hao's idea is that if he succeeds once, in this way, the other two raw materials are not needed, and they are naturally in his own pocket, and they all say that with other people's money, the snacks he buys are more delicious, and when he thinks of such a precious ingredient, he is stupidly given to himself by the enemy, Song Hao feels extremely comfortable.

After a while, Song Hao raised his head, and he didn't dare to say that he was 100% sure in his heart, but he was ready to try.

There are a lot of kitchen utensils on the stove, all of which are the best in the world, and just an iron pot is worth 10,000 gold...... Well, it's a slight exaggeration to say that, but it can also be seen that Lietiekong has put a lot of effort into preparing these things.

Song Hao ignited the fire casually, but this was not ordinary natural gas, and some powder of fire spirit stones was added to it, so that the flame obtained was much purer.

Preheat the pan first.

Then Song Hao picked up a gourd on the stove, poured the spiritual spring inside into it, and then flicked his robe, and a wooden box next to it was suddenly held up by an extraordinary force.

A "pop" sound came to the ears, the wooden box was reversed, and the lid of the box was opened, and the spiritual rice inside was sprinkled in the iron pot.

Then the cooking began, because the fire was big enough, but after a few minutes, the aroma gradually wafted out.

Song Hao's face was happy, his right hand was raised, and he pointed out at random, and suddenly, a wooden box floated up in front of him, the lid of the box was opened, and the things inside looked a little similar to the worldly lotus seeds.

This is indeed a lotus seed, but it is carefully cultivated by immortal cultivators who are good at farming.

Cultivating immortals and hundreds of arts, naturally also includes farm work, Xiannong Sect is a big faction in the world of cultivating immortals today, don't look at the name is a bit earthy, but others can grow all kinds of crops that are very useful to immortal cultivators.

Although Xiannong's status is not as good as that of Xian Chef, he is also respected and welcomed.

In order to buy this immortal lotus seed with aura, Lie Tiekong also paid a lot of money.

And this time, Song Hao didn't throw the lotus seeds directly into the pot.

Instead, he caught them all in his own hands.

The fragrance was fragrant, but Song Hao rubbed his hands, and suddenly, between his fingers, colorful light flashed.

The reason why fairy kitchens are rare is that they can use special techniques to handle ingredients, which is crucial for the success of spiritual food.

After a while, after the lotus seeds were processed, Song Hao sprinkled them into the pot one by one.

Then, he picked up a wooden box, which contained a few longans, of course, it was not an ordinary thing, it was also carefully cultivated by Xiannong with a lot of effort.

......

Cultivation has no years, and the time spent on cooking this spiritual porridge is naturally far from being comparable to ordinary boiling eight-treasure porridge, Song Hao came here around noon, and until the sun set down the hillside, there was still no movement at all.

Fierce Iron Sky was standing outside, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

Although he also knew that he couldn't be in a hurry about this matter, he could only wait with the flow, but when he said that, he was still in a hurry, and he didn't dare to inquire about the news.

Otherwise, if it affects the other party because of this, and there is something wrong in cooking, there is no place for you to cry.

There is no way, he can only take a deep breath over and over again, but at this time, he does not dare to meditate and refine his qi, cultivate his mind first, and in his current state, it can be said that he will go 100% mad, he is eager to become an immortal cultivator in the foundation building period, but he is not interested in stupidly looking for death.

In short, there is nothing wrong with saying that life is like a year.

In this way, the whole person, because he was in a hurry, had been a little confused, and he didn't know how long it had been, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the door of the secret room in front of him suddenly moved, and it opened with a squeak.

"It's ......"

Lie Tiekong's eyes widened suddenly, staring at the food box in Song Hao's hand, and he couldn't help but show greed.

Three steps and two steps to meet him, his voice trembled a little because of excitement: "Brother Xian, how is the situation?"