Master is a meow

Seeing him smiling at herself with a bit of complacency, although Yun Jiusi's expression did not change, the breath around him warmed up a little.

"However, with such a powerful master, I'm embarrassed to be lazy any longer." Shen Zhehan said with a smile, but his tone was somewhat serious.

It is impossible for him to wander around the kitchen all day long. Now that he has embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, let alone what results he will achieve in the future, at least he cannot be named as such a powerful master.

Regarding his cultivation, Yun Jiusi was not strict or didn't know how to manage it. Now that he has the idea of ​​serious cultivation, he is naturally happy to see it succeed.

After all, even a cultivator is not immortal. With his current cultivation level, he can only live a hundred years longer than ordinary people.

Originally, I wanted to ask what level of cultivation he had reached now, but when he happened to be in the kitchen, Shen Zhehan forgot to ask.

"Master, why don't you go back and practice for a while? I'll call you when the meal is ready."

Although it was not the first time for him to go to the kitchen, Shen Zhehan still felt that he, with his otherworldly appearance, was incompatible with a place like the kitchen.

"Cultivation has little meaning to me."

No matter before or after returning to Tianzhu Peak, Shen Zhehan really rarely watched him practice, thinking that he might have reached a bottleneck period, so he said: "Then you go to the hall or outside the hall?"

Letting out his consciousness, not to mention the inside and outside of the palace, even the whole Tianzhu Peak is in his eyes, so Yun Jiusi really doesn't think there is anything good to visit.

In a blink of an eye, seeing that there was an extra couch in the middle of the kitchen, and the master who said just now that it was meaningless not to practice had already closed his eyes and sat on it, Shen Zhehan laughed for a moment.

Is this using actions to show that going out for a walk is not as good as a meaningless practice?

After glancing at him, Shen Zhehan went to the side to clean up some whitebait first, and then began to prepare the other ingredients to be used while talking.

For whitebait, Shen Zhehan is going to fry a plate, and then cook emerald whitebait soup, and add one meat and two vegetables, which is enough for them to eat at noon.

Because there is no need to worry about the dishes being cooked here being cold, Shen Zhehan doesn't have to think about the order of the dishes.

Pour oil into the pot and wait for it to heat up. Shen Zhehan carefully put the already tasty whitebait in with chopsticks. When a scent came out of the pot, he was about to pick up the net that was set aside. Before reaching out, the net had already fallen into his hands.

Taking out the fried fish, shaking it and throwing it away, Shen Zhehan turned his head slightly, and sure enough, he saw that the person who was still practicing just now had opened his eyes.

Before he finished his work, Shen Zhehan looked back and put the fragrant fried fish in the net into the plate, and at the same time put the remaining whitebait into the oil pan.

The fish in the pot will be fried for a while. Shen Zhehan put down the net and picked up a pair of chopsticks to pick up a fish. After feeling the gaze behind him, he stretched his hand back subconsciously.

The person who was sitting on the couch just now was standing behind him, opening his mouth to eat the fish without moving.

"How does it taste?" Shen Zhehan asked with his head tilted. When he saw him nodding, he smiled a little, put down his chopsticks and used a net to scoop out the fish that was still fried in the pot twice. After waiting for a while, he scooped up the fish up.

After tasting the two fish by himself, Shen Zhehan nodded in satisfaction, then passed the plate and chopsticks to the person behind him, and when he saw that the couch was gone, he motioned for him to sit on a chair beside him and eat.

Holding the fragrant and steaming fried fish in one hand and chopsticks in the other, Yun Jiusi felt a touch of human smoke on his body, put two fish on the empty plate in front of him, and sat beside him.

Seeing the two fish he specially left for himself, Shen Zhehan smiled silently, then directly picked them up and threw them into his mouth, and continued to cook other dishes in a good mood.

While cooking, Shen Zhehan couldn't help but glance at people with chopsticks not far away from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help asking: "Master, what did you eat before?"

Seeing that there were not many fish left on the plate, Yun Jiusi couldn't help but slow down the speed of dropping his chopsticks. Hearing his words, he uttered four words concisely, "I don't eat without food."

The dish in his hand was just ready to come out of the pot, so Shen Zhehan didn't speak any more, he stir-fried it a few more times, picked up the plate and put the dish out of the pot, and then glanced at him again.

Waiting to notice that there was only the last piece of fried fish left on the plate in his hand, and he held the chopsticks for a while before picking up the fish, watching it for a while before putting the fish into his mouth, obviously Shen Zhehan had no expression on his face But inexplicably saw a point of reluctance.

Smiling secretly in his heart, Shen Zhehan speeded up his cooking.

After putting down the plate and chopsticks, Yun Jiusi turned to watch him cook, and when he wanted to pick up something, he helped him to let it fall directly into his hand.

Regarding the things that flew into his hand, Shen Zhehan hesitated at first, but then he got used to it.

Because he had finished eating the fried whitebait, Shen Zhehan thought that only one emerald silverfish soup was not enough for his lunch, so he simply made another squirrel mandarin fish.

After putting the food on the table and setting the bowls and chopsticks, Shen Zhehan turned his head and said, "It's time to eat."

After sitting down, Yun Jiusi picked up the squirrel mandarin fish with the first chopstick, the squirrel mandarin fish with the second chopstick, and the same with the third chopstick.

"It's not good to just eat fish." Shen Zhehan, who hadn't started eating with chopsticks, picked some vegetables and radishes for him.

Shen Zhehan's cooking skills are good, even the radish and vegetables taste very good, Yun Jiusi took a look at him and ate the vegetables and radishes in the bowl.

Seeing that he had eaten, Shen Zhehan picked up two more pieces of sweet and sour pork ribs for him, and then began to eat by himself.

Picking up the bowl and taking a bite of the rice, Shen Zhehan remembered this time why he always felt something was wrong every time he ate. These dishes belonged to spiritual plants, and the fish also had spiritual energy, but he bought the rice for cooking in the mortal world.

Since there is Lingzhi, there should also be Lingmi. Shen Zhehan wanted to ask the master after the meal.

After eating for a while, Yun Jiusi looked at the fish in front of him, and saw that the person on the opposite side didn't move a bit, and just turned around and put a piece of boneless fish into his bowl.

Shen Zhehan, who was eating with his head down, saw the sudden extra fish in the bowl, raised his head and smiled at him, and put the fish into his mouth. When he saw that the plate of squirrel mandarin fish was almost finished, he put down his chopsticks and filled the bowl with emerald silver. Fish soup for him.

Here, the master and apprentice are enjoying their lunch warmly. On the other hand, Yuan Yi, who returned to the sect, is the disciple who wrapped Shen Zhehan's snacks, but was taught a lesson by the master of Danfeng. .

Yuan Yiyi, who changed from white to black, felt that he was wronged!

Although he was a little surprised to meet Uncle Wan on the main peak, he definitely greeted him as soon as possible. Seeing that Uncle Wan seemed to be staring at the pastry in his hand, he bit the bullet and asked Do you want to try it.

However, even if he misunderstood it, then Wan Shishu just didn't want to eat it. Why did he set fire to him after eating his delicious pastry? !

He is not a elixir, and even being burned can't change the elixir, okay?

"Uncle Wan..." After slandering a lot in his heart, Yuan Yi wiped his face and shouted, his eyes stopped on the snack that belonged to him in his hand.

Being burned by the uncle, it was burned for nothing, anyway, it only ruined one of his clothes, Yuan Yi didn't want to know the reason, but... can he return his snacks?In the evening, he pointed to the leftover snacks too!

Seeing Uncle Wan staring at him and not speaking, Yuan Yi continued: "Well, my dim sum..."

It’s okay if you don’t mention it, but when you mention Uncle Wan, you will get angry, "Snacks? You are short-sighted, use the green lotus grass to make snacks!"

"Uncle Wan..."

"Then do you know how rare top-grade green lotus grass is? Do you know how many elixir can be refined?" Master Wan said with a distressed expression.

The Dingling Pill is also called the Requiem Pill, which can improve one's cultivation, calm one's mind and soul, and reduce the invasion of demons. If there is this Pill, it will be much more stable when advancing.

I know!However, "Uncle Wan..."

"How many dim sums can't be replaced by making pills! But I can't bear to eat it as dim sum..." After saying a few more words, smelling the strong green lotus fragrance coming from the dim sum, after thinking about it, Master Wan still Not reconciled.

All he needs to refine the panacea is the scent of green lotus, maybe he can get it out?

The other elixirs used to refine the elixir were not too precious, and Wan Shishu, who decided to go back and try, decided not to waste time with the violent disciple in front of him.

However, before leaving with a small plate of dim sum, Uncle Wan couldn't help but waved his hands again and let out a burst of fire.

Anyway, the clothes couldn't get any darker, and Yuan Yi didn't feel anything about being burned again, but——

"Uncle Wan, I didn't make that snack!"

Seeing him stretch out his hand in the direction where Uncle Wan was leaving, Wang Yi, who had been watching not far away, couldn't help but walk over with a smile.

"Are the dim sum delicious?"

Obviously he was joking, but Yuan Yi nodded seriously and said: "It's delicious! It's a pity that Uncle Wan took it away!"

Seeing that he was still thinking about dim sum, Wang Yi immediately laughed out loud, "Can the dim sum made from green lotus grass be delicious?"

Obviously, he heard what Master Wan said just now, and after laughing, Wang couldn't help sighing again: "As expected of a person in Tianzhu Peak, all the snacks are made with such good elixir!"

Yuan Yi also raised his head at this time, thinking that he was the only one among the group who had eaten that dim sum, he couldn't help being happy again, and said: "The dim sum made with green lotus grass is really delicious!"

"Then do you think this pouf is also a good thing?" Wang Yi asked on a whim, and took out the pouf he was sitting on before.

"How is it possible." Yuan Yi glanced at the seemingly ordinary group, and shook his head to show that he was thinking too much.

Wang Yi felt that it was not impossible, thinking that nothing would happen now, so he dragged Yuan Yi to find the steward of Zangbao Pavilion.