I am bound to the God of Cooking system, and I am invincible in Zongmen

The girl and the little girl originally came to the main hall of the Cangqiong Pavilion and made a wish to the statue devoutly.

Suddenly, a petitioner was seen being ejected from the hall without warning and disappeared.

This god probably has a bad temper.

The girl and the little girl couldn't help becoming nervous, for fear that if they said something wrong, they would also be ejected.

Ye Chenxing looked at the girl and asked with his spiritual sense.

"I can see that you are a good and filial girl, and you want to cook a pot of chicken soup for your mother who is in poor health.

With your filial piety in mind, I can directly bring home the stewed chicken soup for you. "

The girl was overjoyed after hearing this.

I didn't expect this God of Cooking to be so generous that he would give himself a pot of stewed chicken soup.

But thinking that I can only pay the price of the back mountain herbs.

The girl couldn't help feeling a little worried, and asked cautiously.

"Master Chef, will I trouble you too much?"

Ye Chenxing thought that the herbs in the back mountains of ordinary people may not contain much aura.

Originally, I wanted to try the effect of this prayer system.

It's a great opening bonus.

Ye Chenxing said indifferently.

"I gave it to you, you take it.

This is a no-brainer for me. "

Ye Chenxing looked at the little girl again, she looked innocent and cute.

The little girl's wish is actually not difficult, she just wants to give the cat named Tangyuan something delicious.

Cats definitely like to eat small dried fish.

Make her a bag of dried fish and take it home, that's all.

As for the mouse caught by her cat? !forget it? !

I don't know if Dansheng would like to play?

"You two wait here!"

Ye Chenxing entered the kitchen of Cangqiong Pavilion, the spacious environment inside made people feel at ease.

He opened the door of the ingredients storehouse, but to his surprise, it was empty inside.

Ye Chenxing frowned, but thought about it again.

It would be too exaggerated if the ingredients could be transformed out of thin air.

Fortunately, the two ingredients, chicken and fish, were in the mustard bag he carried with him.

He put the mustard bag on the table and picked out two plump carps and a fat clucking hen.

These ingredients are well preserved in the mustard bag space and are completely fresh.

After the pot was on fire, the spiritual water began to boil.

That hen was bred by disciples of Cang Qiong Peak, and it already had a little intelligence.

Obviously aware of the next fate, desperately struggling to escape.

Ye Chenxing's eyes were sharp, and he immediately grabbed the mother's wings and restrained the stubborn hen.

He cuts the chicken into small even pieces with a knife, puts it into a pot and boils it with water, then turns the heat down to simmer, and let the chicken pieces slowly turn soft and white in the gentle heat.

He also added some Lingzhi into the pot and cooked them together, adding fragrance to the chicken soup.

The chicken nuggets slowly turn white in the water, and the clear water also turns into a milky white chicken soup.

The aroma of chicken soup fills the whole kitchen, whets the appetite.

At the same time, Ye Chenxing started making dried fish.

Ye Chenxing picked up the lively carp, skillfully removed the scales, cut open the belly, took out the internal organs, and cleaned it up quickly.

He cut the fish into long strips with a knife and prepared to make small fish jerky.

Ye Chenxing poured some oil into the pot, put it on the fire and heated it with a flame until the oil was slightly smoking.

He put in the processed fish fillets and kept turning them with a shovel, so that the fish fillets slowly became golden and crispy under high temperature.

Ye Chenxing gently lifted the lid of the pot, and a strong aroma of chicken soup came out.

The golden chicken soup in the pot was boiling, and a few big bubbles appeared from time to time.

He scooped up a spoonful of soup and tasted it. The fresh aroma of the chicken was intertwined with the flavors of various spiritual herbs, which was exactly the nourishing effect he wanted.

The girl's mother is weak and sick, so the nourishing effect of this bowl of chicken soup must be good.

The dried fish looked delicious too.

Ye Chenxing felt that his disciple Banyao Hu Buli would also like it.

He kept some small dried fish and planned to give Hu Buli a snack later.

In the main hall of Cang Qiong Peak, girls and little girls stood in front of the statue, waiting nervously.

After an unknown amount of time, a pot suddenly appeared on the empty table in front of the statue, filled with steaming chicken soup.

There was another bulging cloth bag on the table, and the mouth of the bag exuded a faint fishy smell.

The girl stepped forward cautiously, only to see the soup shaking, and the pot was filled with golden old chicken soup.

"This pot of chicken soup is for your mother.

This bag of dried fish is for your glutinous rice balls, take it. "

The girl was overjoyed after hearing this, and carefully picked up the steaming cauldron.

The little girl also happily picked up the bag full of dried fish, smiling all over her face.

"Thank you, Master Chef!"

The girl and the little girl bowed deeply to the statue.

The girl looked up and asked.

"Master Chef, how can I give you the agreed reward?"

The little girl also pricked up her ears.

"When you are ready for the reward, call on my divine name—Kingqiong God of Cooking."