Chapter Seventy-Five: The Last Meal (Page 1/1)

Moonless night.

Liu Yifan is hiding in a tree, and the dense treetops and branches and leaves make people unreal.

Looking down at the steaming pot of rice under the tree, the corner of Liu Yifan's mouth raised a sneer, and he took out a thin silver thread of cicada silk from his arms.

A section of the silver wire is attached to a gold needle that is also very thin, and which looks quite heavy when it is added to a special metal.

While the cook turned around to cut vegetables and prepare to continue adding ingredients to the pot, Liu Yifan hurriedly put the silver thread tied to the gold needle in his hand and hung it down silently.

When looking at the height and keeping the golden needle very close to the food in the pot, Liu Yifan held the silver wire in his left hand and took out a fist-sized porcelain bottle from his arms with his right hand.

Bite the cork with your mouth and stick the porcelain bottle to the silver thread, so that the colorless liquid in the bottle flows into the pot of food.

When it was nearly halfway through, Liu Yifan felt that it was almost enough, so he put away the bottle and rolled up the silver thread hanging from the gold needle.

At this moment, the cook suddenly turned around, which made Liu Yifan feel shocked, thinking that the other party had noticed something.

When he saw that the other party did not raise his head, Liu Yifan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he was thinking too much, his action of closing the line was very fast, and he had already collected half of it at this moment, as long as he didn't look up, he might find anything.

The cook didn't feel anything and turned around, he just cut the vegetables, came to the pot and put them all in one go.

After stirring it with a wooden spatula a few more times, the cook's nose moved, as if he had smelled something, and he leaned closer and sniffed it.

The other party's move made Liu Yifan's heart hang again.

This water, which is a mixture of Ma Boiling Powder, Crisp Fragrance Powder, and Soul Suppressing Talisman, had tried the dosage and effect three days ago, and knew that the effect of this medicine was much better than they expected.

It's just that although this potion is colorless, it has a faint fragrance because of its crispy fragrance, and after being diluted many times to ensure the dosage, this smell has become extremely light, and he and Zhang Ning need to smell it for a long time to distinguish it.

But what's going on with this chef right now, can't he smell it in front of such a strong aroma of rice?

"This guy can't be a dog's nose, right?" Liu Yifan looked at the other party's non-stop smelling appearance, and his heart was already a little bottomless.

He only thought that it would be difficult for people like Zhang Ning and Zhao Yun to ask about it, but he didn't think that a chef's sense of smell might be much more sensitive than those of them who didn't cook much.

"Miscalculated!"

Liu Yifan scolded in his heart, but now he can only find a way to make up for it.

After looking around to make sure that no one noticed this, Liu Yifan had already taken out a dart from his arms, and he was ready to make a move before the other party made a noise!

As for what happened after he killed this man, he also had an idea, in order to continue the plan, he would not only dispose of the corpse quietly for a while, but also take over the cook and continue to cook the meal.

It's just that thinking of his cooking skills that he can only eat and can't make, Liu Yifan is worried that he won't make a dark dish for others.

If it was really estimated that after eating what he made, those disciples of the Seven Holy Sect would not need any potions made of crispy incense scattering soul swordsmans, and they would be able to fall to the ground and spit at the mouth.

But it's more likely that after smelling the smell, those people don't take a bite......

"Looks like I'm not going to fill it, just serve it between boiling for a while. Liu Yifan has a plan.

At this moment, the cook slowly raised his head after smelling it for a long time.

Just when Liu Yifan thought that the other party had discovered that he was about to make a move, he found that the other party was closing his eyes tightly, and he didn't notice any unusual expression on his face, but looked very intoxicated.

"Today this taste...... Great!"

The cook closed his eyes and said this, and then he lowered his head and sniffed again.

"It seems that the chef of the Central Plains didn't lie to me, and the cooking skills handed over to me should be true. Being so combined by me, the taste that I used to eat in the grassland can change so much, well, it's so fragrant!"

The cook muttered to himself, filled his bowl with a wooden spoon, and ate with his hands, ignoring the steaming food.

"Yes, yes!" said the cook, nodding his head again and again, "It's delicious, it's so delicious today!"

The chef was eating with a full face, admiring his cooking skills, and a few disciples who were closer to here had already come over following the taste.

As soon as they saw that the cook had eaten there, some people laughed and scolded: "Okay, you Batu, you are stealing food here again!"

"That's it, don't bring it out quickly when it's done, let's try it too. Someone also said.

Another person had a good nose and sniffed it: "Batu, the smell of what you made today is so good, just smelling my saliva is about to come out." ”

A few people came over and wanted to get food by themselves, but they were all stopped by Batu and said, "What's the hurry, it's not done yet!"

"Didn't do it well, Batu, you can eat it when we are blind, why can't we eat it?" someone complained.

"You're not a cook, you know what?" said Batuu, who had put down the bowl he had eaten clean, and glared at the man.

"What I eat is the part that is cooked, so you can eat it naturally. Let you serve it yourself, do you know which one is raw and which is cooked? ”

Seeing that a few people were speechless, Batu snatched the bowl in their hands, filled them with a little, and said, "I have to cook it for a while, you can eat some to satisfy your hunger first." ”

Those few people were overjoyed, and they all said thank you in their mouths, so they took the bowl and ate it with their hands, and from time to time they said that it was delicious and delicious, and that Batu was getting better and better.

Seeing that this man was eating happily, Batu also smiled on his face, as a chef there is no more joyful time than this moment.

Attracted by the sound and smell, a few more people came over, and Batu also gave them all a little less to taste.

Immediately there was another round of praise, and the cycle continued, and more and more people gathered around Batu, and at the same time that the pot of food was cooked, it was almost wiped out.

And this scene also happened in other places, there are hundreds of disciples guarding the Ice Purgatory, and this pot is definitely not enough.

In addition, this inner city is not small, in order to facilitate these people to eat, bonfire stoves have been set up in several places, so that the nearby disciples can choose a place to eat.

It's just that in the praise of these disciples in the inner city, and the joy of feeling that their cooking skills have soared today, including Batu, they don't know that their happiness will not last long.

Liu Yifan looked at the disciples of the Seven Holy Sect who had eaten and drunk and dispersed, and also muttered: "It's good to have fun, because tonight's meal may be your last meal!"

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