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In an instant, the water and rice in the Ding rolled away, Chu Lan had already seen Zhang Wei and the Immortal Crane Boy set up by the Broken People, and one more Soul Stage Master set up by the Broken People would be very calm.

There are many pines and cypresses on the Jade Toad Peak, Chu Lan went to the pine forest, and took out a bunch of matsutake mushrooms in a moment, looking for food in the mountains, no one can compare to her.

After the matsutake mushroom is washed, it is pulled into wisps and put in the "pot".

That Divine Soul Stage monk was still meticulously holding the flame in his hand, if he did this kind of servant thing, if he was outside, he might laugh off his big teeth from other sects, but in the Lancang Sect, nine out of ten people like to do it themselves, and everyone will only approve of this method of doing things and will not be disgusted.

Matsutake mushroom has a unique rich aroma, good to grow in the woodland with few nutrients and relatively dry, generally produced in autumn, usually parasitic on the roots of red pine, Yan pine, hemlock, the mushroom flesh is white and tender and thick, the texture is fine, there is a strong special aroma, only need to use the most simple cooking method, can completely retain the flavor of matsutake mushroom.

This is God's gift to living beings, every time he cooks and eats, Chu Lan has to secretly thank himself for being reincarnated as a human being, and his five senses are sensitive and his four bodies are healthy, and he can taste the good taste of this natural cultivation.

After the soup was viscous, the taste of matsutake mushrooms completely penetrated into the rice porridge, Chu Lan said, "You can withdraw the fire", and the master of the Divine Soul Stage below put his hand away, and the huge scorching flame disappeared immediately, and he stared at the soup mixed with light brown mushrooms with blazing eyes, obviously wanting to "have a bowl".

There was no crane boy here to help her distribute rice bowls, Chu Lan looked at a large pot of food, and then looked at the outer disciples who were spontaneously queuing up to eat, and whispered a reminder of this Divine Soul Great Perfection senior who was in charge of preaching.

"Easy to do. The monk was not ambiguous, and as soon as he raised his hand, he overturned a pine tree on the edge of the ashram, and then he moved his fingers to hear a sharp snort, and something invisible and invisible, quickly cut the wood, and in just a few breaths, countless wooden bowls appeared on the spot.

"In the future, when you listen to the sermons, you will bring your own rice bowl. While pulling all the wooden bowls into the air, this Divine Soul Stage monk handed them out to the outer disciples present one by one, "Other people are not so kind to prepare food and prepare dishes and chopsticks!"

An outer disciple whispered: "Uncle Master, we all brought dishes and chopsticks, but you didn't ask ......."

The rich aroma of matsutake mushrooms is like a seductive little hand, and the eyes of these disciples are staring directly at the steaming Dading, secretly swallowing and salivating, just waiting for the sentence "open the meal".

The Divine Soul Stage Great Perfection monk glared at him and stopped talking, but his next move made Chu Lan almost laugh.

- He took a green gourd the size of a basin, scooped out most of the half scoop of matsutake rice with a bang, and then crouched to the side and swallowed it eagerly, letting out a satisfied sigh as he ate.

- Dear, your character has collapsed into scum!

As the food was gradually distributed, Chu Lan noticed that the number of people who listened to the sermon of this Divine Soul Stage senior was much smaller than the number of people who listened to Zong Ying's sermon.

A realm difference is a world of difference, even if it is close to the Great Perfection of the Divine Soul Period of Jindan, it is after all a Divine Soul Period is not a real Jindan Period.

"It's so cool!" After the senior of the Divine Soul Stage finished eating his own big and terrifying meal, he turned his gaze to the Otomu Ding, which was still slowly bubbling.

There is also a small half of matsutake porridge.

The outer disciples have basically eaten enough, and those waiting in line have all eaten.

I saw that this Divine Soul Stage monk quickly divided the meal of the remaining outer disciples who were not waiting to scoop the rice, and then he hugged the one-person-tall tripod with domineering hands, and easily lifted the tripod, but he turned his hands over-

Ding poured down suddenly, and the extremely hot soup porridge inside immediately flowed down and went straight into the mouth of this Divine Soul Stage monk.

What is quite strange is that not a drop of the waterfall-like porridge and rice was sprinkled on the side, and he ate a trickle of it.

If you want to estimate, this Divine Soul Stage monk actually swallowed about ten buckets of food at once!

Chu Lan, who was holding a big spoon in his hand, was completely shocked - such a hot porridge and rice, aren't you afraid that your viscera will be scalded?!

Could it be that this is the legendary immortal method: the gods are not full of a thousand sheep after a solar eclipse, and they are not hungry for a thousand days!

"It's so cool-~!" DUANG, YIMUDING WAS PUT DOWN, AND THE MONK LET OUT A LONG SIGH OF RELIEF.

Chu Lan: ......