Self-cultivation of dragon set

After Bai left the dormitory, he was not in a hurry to go home, but hid on the roof of the building, changed his clothes, rewrapped his hair, and then took out the black leather booklet to check the development of the side plot.

It was getting darker and darker, and I could barely read the words on the book.Bai took out a magic spar to light it up, and after waiting for a while, the sentence at the end of Branch [-], "The protagonist failed in trying to cook spiritual potion soup in a mysterious copper pot, please remedy it in time, otherwise the plot of this branch will be void" gradually faded on the paper. Finally disappear.The word "unfinished" in the brackets was also changed to "completed", indicating that Glass Mower had already understood the usage of the copper pot and did not plan to use it for any experiments, so he would not have to sneak around in the future. Turn into the dormitory and pour the energy potion.

Bai rubbed his chest, heaved a long breath of happiness, his smile was as warm as a spring breeze.His current expression is too gentle and lively, even if he is not easy to put on and does not change his clothes, he might not dare to recognize it when he walks in front of Glass.

But this tenderness was only for a short moment, that handsome Tsinghua face seemed to be frozen by the cold wind, the smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and deep horror and struggle shot out from his eyes—a new line was printed on the page below his vision Branch line plot, branch line [-]: "The Fairy in the Lake Secretly Tidying Up the Room" (in progress).

The fairy of the lake... what the hell is the fairy of the lake!Is it really good for the protagonist's imagination to diverge so much?The one who cleans the room and cooks the wontons for them is obviously a housekeeper!

No wonder people say that a lie needs a thousand lies to cover it up, which forces him to wear women's clothes every day to clean the protagonist's room!

Bai now feels as if he dug a hole for himself, and now that the hole is getting bigger and bigger, he has to keep digging...

I don't know if I will bury myself in it one day.

This unlucky thought flashed by.Bai shivered, put away his eyes of light and the pamphlet, climbed up the leafy tree next to him, and left the school in the dark.

Because he was so stimulated, he didn't even have the heart to eat dinner. After saying hello to his family, he went back to his room full of thoughts.Because he kept his head down and thought when he entered the door, he didn't realize that there seemed to be something extra in the room until he was about to sit down. When he looked up, there was actually a person sitting on the blanket he usually sat on.

Under the bright yellow light, the man's skin was as smooth and shiny as porcelain, his eyebrows were drawn into his temples, his eyes were drooping, showing thick eyelashes.His long hair was draped casually behind his back, and a few locks of black hair fell on his chest, and the neckline was open to below the sternum, revealing his bronze-colored chest with slightly protruding muscles.

Bai stood a few steps in front of him, looking along the collar, he could see the sacred patterns embroidered layer upon layer on his collar, and the golden wheat ear that belonged to him twirling with his fingertips.

"Who are you?" Bai blurted out, and then immediately took a few steps back, pressing his hand on the scabbard at his waist, and all the muscles in his body were adjusted to the peak state ready to strike at any time.

In the middle of the night, a person suddenly appeared in the room. If a beautiful girl came, it would be considered an affair, but a man suddenly appeared, who would not be afraid!The embroidered patterns on this man's clothes and the gold ornaments on his body look like high-ranking priests, and he still holds the golden ear of wheat in his hand. Could it be that he sneaked into their house to kill and seize the treasure for this god-given object?

Before his doubts turned into murderous intent, the man suddenly raised his head, revealing a face with dark complexion and perfect features, his expression was indifferent, but his voice carried an undeniable majesty: "I am your master, your Father, your husband, your protector, your bestower, source of your glory, ruler of your world. You left the sacred thing I gave you at home, and went to cook for other men yourself. "

That face was completely exposed, and Bai's mind was struck by a huge lightning, and the scimitar in his right hand fell to the ground, and he stood there dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time.

The god of agriculture...appeared again!

Did you say you only like warriors?The promised gods are high above, can't you just reward the cook for the delicious food?Why don't you just go to the cook's house and announce that you are my cook and you can't go outside to take on private jobs and cook for others!

And most importantly, "How did the phrase 'your husband' get in there?"

"... Priestesses call me their master and husband, it's easy to say."

Can this kind of words be fluent?Do you know that people will doubt my gender!Although there is still a family waiting for me to be a nanny, but I am still a male housekeeper... a male priest.

With such an interruption, Bai actually forgot to kneel and worship God, and just stood up and talked.Hawthorne, the god of agriculture, didn't seem to care about this matter, twirling the golden wheat ear and asked him, "Why don't you wear what I bestowed on you, and show my grace to the world?"

Bai Qiang replied forcefully: "How can such a precious thing be carried around at will? I cherish your grace as I cherish my eyeballs, so of course I must enshrine it in my room and pray to it every morning and evening!"

No matter the truth or hypocrisy, in front of the big leaders, there must be some marked answers on the outline and on the line.

Hawthorne's face remained calm, and he couldn't tell if he was satisfied with the answer, so he raised his hand and waved at Bai: "Come here, my favored one. Although you have obtained the treasure I bestowed on you, you still don't know how to use it , I will teach you how to use it."

Huh?This thing really works, isn't it just an ordinary copper alloy souvenir?Bai Zhen was a little pleasantly surprised, and quickly kicked the scimitar that fell by his feet under the blanket, walked up to Saturn and bowed in salute, to pick up the golden ears of wheat between his fingers.

Hawthorne asked persuasively: "This ear of wheat is condensed by my divine power. If you hold it and pray devoutly, you can borrow my power. What will you do? Do you want to experience the power of the gods now? My god-favored one?"

The white eyes are full of light, staring at the ear of wheat in his hand, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world: "God of Saturn, can I really make anything I want with this?"

"Speak your wishes, my god-favored one. Your master and your protector are here, and I will let you feel the power and omnipotence of the gods." The god of agriculture pressed his finger on the wheat On the spikes, give it a more moving layer of divine brilliance.

That light seemed to flow into Bai's heart, giving him the courage to say the name that has been imprinted in his heart for 17 years: "I want to make... soy sauce."

Although the distribution of plants in this world is very random, it is still a Western fantasy world. It is impossible for artificial seasonings unique to China such as soy sauce, vinegar, fermented soybeans, and noodle sauce to appear.Vinegar can also be replaced by lemon and lemongrass. I can’t find any substitutes for other seasonings. I have tried several jars of bean paste and noodle sauce without success.

If you can make soy sauce with the power of the god of agriculture, you will be able to eat authentic braised pork, braised pork feet, fried rice with soy sauce and so on in the future.Bai looked at the god of agriculture full of longing, and when he asked "what is soy sauce", he answered decisively: "It is a seasoning made of soybeans, the most sacred seasoning in my mind!"

The God of Agriculture originally thought that he wanted to obtain higher-level magical arts and stronger power, but now that he heard this answer, he was filled with emotion: "There is a seasoning that I, the God of Agriculture, don't even know about. Then you can use soybeans Come, borrow my power and control it into the state you want."

Bai obediently ran to the kitchen to get a clay pot, filled half a pot of soybeans, sprinkled a few tablespoons of salt, poured water to cover the beans, brought it back and put it on the table in front of Hawthorne, and asked, "Is this all right? Now what should I do?"

Hawthorne held the golden wheat ears and put them in his hand: "You are my agent on earth, your wish is the will of God. Put your hand on the pot, and the divine power will naturally handle everything for you."

Bai Jiang put his hand on it suspiciously, looked at the bowl of soybeans with salt, imagined the color and taste of dark soy sauce and light soy sauce, and wanted to create a perfect soy sauce that combined the advantages of both.

Concentrating on imagining the soy sauce, he could already see the changes before his eyes.A faint golden light gushed out from his palm, shining on the pot of soybeans, melting at a speed visible to his naked eyes, the color gradually became darker, showing a reddish luster, and finally showed the same color as the old soy in his memory .Taste the taste, it is as thick as soy sauce.

As long as you imagine the image and taste of soy sauce, soybeans can be made into soy sauce in such a short period of time without fermentation and filtration.This directly changed the nature of soybeans, turning the living body into a non-living body.If this power can be extended to animals, or humans...

It is simply a destructive weapon!

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated several times, and he looked up at the god of agriculture.The eyes of the two met in the air, Hawthorne's attitude was still calm and calm, but his divine light shone slightly: "It seems that the 'soy sauce' has been prepared? Now you can use it to cook me a feast for the gods to make up for your betrayal. As a priest, it is a crime to serve someone other than the main god."

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If you want to eat and drink for free, you can just talk about it, what excuses are you looking for!

Bai's sense of awe towards Hawthorne was wiped out in the words "God's Banquet".In the middle of the night, he didn't want to do anything troublesome, so he cut a few catties of fat and lean mutton, chopped them finely, seasoned them with soy sauce, barley, onion, ginger and salt, and made a big pot of meat stuffing.

He didn't bother to do anything else, so he poured half a pot of olive oil and heated it up, squeezed out a plate of meatballs, deep-fried them in warm oil until the shell was golden, and then took them out and deep-fried them in high heat. Deep-fried with green oil to produce a tender yellow and deep "beauty".Half of the fried meatballs were sprinkled with cumin and chili noodles on the spot, and brought back to the room to fool the god of agriculture; the other half was mixed with lemon to make a sweet and sour juice, put soy sauce to adjust the color, and wrapped on the meatballs as a a new dish.

The remaining meat stuffing was not wasted, so Bai cut two more onions into it, seasoned with cumin and pepper, rolled the skin with freshly ground snow white wheat flour and flour, wrapped it into a big square bun, and put it in the oven Push it, then turn it over, brush it with oil and bake for a while, and the hot and fragrant Xinjiang baked buns will come out.

Although the two dishes and one staple food are actually made from a pile of mutton, the god of agriculture obviously doesn't care about this little thing.After eating the baked buns, he graciously forgave his agent on the ground for cleaning up the house and cooking for other men.

Before leaving, he called Bai to his side, took off the golden ear of wheat from his head, pressed it on the cheekbone under his right eye, and said solemnly: "I gave you this golden ear of wheat not only for Showing grace is even more for protection, so that everyone who sees it and other existences will know that you are my divinely favored one."

There was a burst of warm feeling from the wheat ears, and the prickly wheat awns seemed to have softened, and in the end I could only feel the soft touch of the skin on my fingertips.Saturn put his left hand on his bent knee, and his right hand pressed his white cheekbones. He sat in a casual and unrestrained posture, and said casually: "Since you don't want to wear it on your head, you can put it here. You have to remember Regardless of your identity, whether in the past or in the future, there is always only one god you should serve."