Food: I ascended to heaven in the world of cultivation by setting up stalls!

Yan Zhiyin, who knew the importance of the matter, was almost laughing to death. The system, ah, the system is worthy of being a system. Its brain is really useful. She is no longer worried about not being able to sell the food she makes!

Great, great! She loves the system so much, the system is her god!

Yan Zhiyin prepared everything before leaving the space. She looked at the time and it was only five o'clock in the afternoon. She didn't want to go into the space to practice anymore, so she slept in the room for a while and got up when the time came. She was afraid that she would not be able to wake up, so she asked the system to help wake her up.

Of course the system responded, and then opened the immortal cultivation novel to accumulate experience. It is a hard-working system, come on. I was just cheering myself up, but I didn't expect to really get into it.

I was reading the system with great interest. I looked at the time and it was only eight o'clock, which was still early, so I immersed myself in the fun of reading the novel. Then I came back to my senses and looked at the time again. It turned out to be nine fifty.

"Ah, host, host, get up quickly, it's almost ten o'clock and you're going to be late. If you don't arrive by ten o'clock, the system will automatically cancel the task!" The system wanted to cry but had no tears. How come time passed so quickly in just a moment? It clearly remembered that it was only a short moment. Will the host beat it when he gets up?

Yan Zhiyin was woken up by the noise. When she heard that the task was automatically canceled, she rushed out without thinking. After walking for a while, she suddenly remembered that she saw the teleportation talisman when she was sorting out the things left by the original owner.

Without thinking too much, he immediately took out the teleportation talisman and finally arrived at the gate of Lingyun Sect at the last moment.

"Huh...Huh..." Yan Zhiyin panted nervously and finally reached her climax.

"Host~It's arrived, just at the last second." The system didn't dare to speak just now, but its nerves were tense as it watched Yan Zhiyin's teleportation. Seeing that the host successfully arrived at the last second, the system breathed a sigh of relief. Now the host can't scold it anymore!

The gatekeeper disciple of Lingyun Sect looked at Yan Zhiyin with a strange look as he left the sect in the middle of the night. It was not strange that he came out in the middle of the night, but who would set up a stall in front of the sect gate in the middle of the night?

The two rubbed their eyes again as if they couldn't believe it, but the scene in front of them was still the same.

"Did you see that?" one of them asked in disbelief.

"Nonsense, I'm not blind!" another one said unhappily.

"What about her?" The man pointed at Yan Zhiyin.

"Why do you care so much? We just need to guard our door. That might be... There's a problem here, so don't worry about it!" When he said the last sentence, he pointed to his head and lowered his voice as if he was afraid that Yan Zhiyin would hear it.

But the two elder brothers probably forgot that this was the world of cultivation. Yan Zhiyin didn't want to listen, but the cultivators' ears were so sharp that every word of their conversation entered Yan Zhiyin's ears, and her face turned dark in an instant.

Is she mentally ill? Yan Zhiyin turned around in disbelief.

The sudden eye contact made the three of them very embarrassed. They stared at each other and finally the two of them turned their heads away silently. He can’t see me, he can’t see me. It’s okay as long as he doesn’t admit it!

Yan Zhiyin turned around and looked around. There was indeed no one around. She did look like she was not in her right mind in the middle of the night. She couldn't blame them for thinking that way. It wasn't her own will that made her come here in the middle of the night. It was the system that asked her to do so. So the system was the one with the wrong brain.

system:..............

Hmm? Can this be related to it?

"Host..." The system feels aggrieved!

"Okay, stop talking, I understand everything, you don't need to explain!" Yan Zhiyin's expression, which said, "I know you are not smart and you don't need to explain to me," petrified the system instantly.

It, it, it! Seeing that the host didn't care at all and turned around to get busy, the system felt even more frustrated. It really wasn't stupid! This was not its rule, but the rule of the main system.

Ah~ That's right! What does it have to do with the main system? If there is any problem with the brain, it is the main system that is wrong! The food system is happy after figuring out the key.

Yan Zhiyin had already taken out the stall cart at the gate of Lingyun Sect and used the fire element to warm the original soy milk and sweet soy milk, keeping the temperature at the right level. If it was too cold, it would not taste good, but of course it couldn't be too hot and would burn your mouth.

Then he boiled the oil in the pan and added some fried dough sticks of the three flavors. However, Yan Zhiyin didn't make too many, as he estimated that if no one waited for a while, they wouldn't be able to finish them.

"Hey, what do you think she is setting up?" The gatekeeper disciple couldn't help but watch the fun. It was really too strange that a female cultivator suddenly appeared at the sect gate in the middle of the night and was setting up a stall. Anyway, he had never seen it before.

The other person carefully sniffed the strong bean aroma in the air and swallowed unconsciously: "Does it seem edible?" His words were full of lack of confidence.

The man also sniffed it carefully and nodded unconfidently: "It seems so."

"Do you think there are monks who will buy it?"

"Probably...no!" He became less confident as he smelled the increasingly fragrant smell in the air. What on earth was so fragrant? He had never eaten such food before he entered Lingyun Sect.

Yan Zhiyin first fried the original-flavor fried dough sticks in the pan and put them aside until someone bought them, then added chili sauce. Then she fried garlic-flavored fried dough sticks and fruit-flavored fried dough sticks. Yan Zhiyin had clearly eaten a lot in the afternoon, but now she couldn't resist when she smelled the fragrance in the air.

So, Yan Zhiyin ate a spicy one with a cup of soy milk. Wow, it was so fragrant and comfortable.

What Yan Zhiyin didn't know was that the two disciples guarding the gate behind him were already drooling.

"It smells so good!" one of them couldn't help but exclaim.

The other person couldn't help it either, especially when he saw Yan Zhiyin eating so happily, he wanted to eat even more, which is equivalent to the modern food broadcast.

"Why don't we buy some to try!" The disciple guarding the gate couldn't help it.

"Okay!" The other one nodded firmly.

"Hello..."

"Ouch!" Yan Zhiyin was startled, and the two gatekeeper disciples were also startled by Yan Zhiyin. When their eyes met, the extremely familiar feeling returned.

"Hahaha, hello, sorry to scare you!" Yan Zhiyin laughed awkwardly.

"It's okay, it's okay." The two shook their heads and said, "Well, is this junior sister selling food?"

"Ah, yes, yes, I sell food. I have soy milk and fried dough sticks here. There are three flavors of fried dough sticks, and soy milk has original flavor and sweet flavor. One cup of soy milk plus two fried dough sticks is one serving. The price of one serving is twenty low-grade white crystals. You can choose any flavor you want. What flavor do you want, brothers?"

Yan Zhiyin excitedly introduced his stall. It was not easy to open it so he had to be enthusiastic.

Twenty pieces of low-grade white crystals are okay, but I looked at them for a long time and didn't know what to choose. Although I have never seen such fried dough sticks, they smell so good and must taste even better, but what flavor should I choose?

Seeing the two of them struggling, Yan Zhiyin suggested, "How about you two brothers buy different flavors and eat them alternately?"

Their eyes lit up. This is good. "Junior sister, I want the garlic flavored and original flavored soy milk."

"I want the spicy and sweet one!"

"Okay, I'll serve it to you right away." The fried dough sticks had already been fried and because of the spiritual power, Yan Zhiyin had been using the spiritual power to protect the temperature. The fried dough sticks still looked like they were just out of the pan, and they smelled so good.