Rice, Chu Lan has not done it.

But what a place of fairy wind and bones is here, if she always has a pile of firewood and a black pot, it is really a bit out of tune.

After thinking about it, she solemnly asked Zong Ying for instructions: "Master, can I use this stove?"

After getting the consent, Chu Lan squatted in front of the stove, raised his head and said, "Master, can you use the immortal method to turn this small bowl into a cauldron?"

Zong Ying glanced at his foodie friend Zhang Wei speechlessly, and couldn't bear to look directly at the bowl boiled on the fire into a big ding, three feet under the fire, and the body of the ding was also three feet high, and there was a nine-beast knob threaded cover facing the sky, and the lid flew up between his waves, revealing a deep and faint mouthful.

Zong Ying got up and went back to the cottage, saying that he couldn't understand Zhang Wei, who was about to enter the Divine Soul Period, who was about to enter the Divine Soul Period, and had an appetite for "not cultivating truth at all".

A shallow handful of water in the ding, under the baking of the fire below, gradually emitted a trace of heat, Chu Lan quickly cleaned the internal organs of the fish, removed the scales, and tore them into several large pieces, and then she glanced around, and found a few suspected wild garlic in the grass in the distance and put them in the ding.

Because there were no other seasonings, and she didn't know whether a "fairy chief" should have a heavy or light mouth, she stopped when she was done, washed the fruits and mushrooms and set them aside, and then waited quietly by the furnace and ding that came to the high school, patiently sniffing the smell of the water vapor inside, waiting to be cooked.

The triangular fish itself has no taste, so when the taste of wild garlic becomes stronger and stronger, the aroma of tea on the whole field is gone, and the smell of boiled garlic is everywhere.

Counting silently in his heart, Chu Lan put the mushrooms in after a while, and boiled the kind of crystal fruit that took an extra quarter of an hour to put in, and immediately, the fragrance of the fruit covered up the intensity of the wild garlic, neutralized the domineering smell in the ding, and made the aroma light and long.

At this time, Chu Lan suddenly ran to a grass house, and said in a slightly louder voice: "Master, the rice is cooked, please turn off the fire." ”

"......" grass house, silent.

Flutter, not far away, Zhang Wei laughed.

Probably thinking that he shouldn't let a Jindan Grandmaster come to give his "rice" palm fire, Zhang Wei stretched out his hand to extinguish the flames under the ding, ignoring the hot hand of the knob thread cover of the nine beasts facing the sky, pulled the lid up, and took a deep breath.

"That's the smell!" he exclaimed, "This is what I smelled in that barren mountain!" After taking a few hard breaths, he squinted at Chu Lan who was standing on the side, and said in his heart that the little baby was born to cook good food, and the old sect was blessed.

Zong Ying: I don't plan to eat in the past 50 years or 500 years in the next 500 years, nor do I plan to enjoy food.

There is no extra seasoning, the soup in the ding is extremely clear, with a slight hint of fish meat floating like thoughts, the fruit floats and sinks in it, and the fungus has absorbed the soup and sinks to the bottom.

Zhang Wei turned over his hand and took out a scoop made of half a gourd, scooped a scoop without any image, and made a "Yimu Qingfeng Jue" to cool down the soup slightly, and then couldn't wait to sip it.

Chu Lan: Dumbfounded again.

The crane boy has already processed the Ganoderma lucidum that he picked back, and in a blink of an eye, he saw his master's friend eating like this, and couldn't help but drip water from the corner of his mouth, smelling the aroma of the fish, and the little face of the crane boy showed a fascinated expression: "It's the North Sea Thunder Mother Electric Ray, it's so fragrant, it's so fragrant-"

As he spoke, the boy ignored broad daylight, turned back into the prototype, rushed to the tall ding, stretched out his long beak and stirred it in, croaking happily while eating.

Chu Lan: More and more dumbfounded.

...... What about the fairy picture like a splashed ink landscape?

This is the legendary "Collapse Character Design?!!