I open a restaurant in Xiujie

Yu Xiaotan looked at a spiritual plant handed to him.

It looks similar to celery, but its roots are bright red, gradually turning green from bottom to top, like a fine jadeite that transitions from red to emerald.

Yu Xiaotan recognized this kind of spiritual plant. It was called "Molten Blood Strain". When it was born, it was green in color all over its body. Only when it was watered with fresh blood could it gradually grow up. When it finally matured, its whole body would turn bright fiery red. When clusters grew all over the mountains, Some are like maples that burn in full bloom in autumn.

When the molten blood strain is mature, it will become an excellent elixir for replenishing qi and blood. If it is cooked into dishes, the blood qi in the dishes can replenish physical strength for the sick or injured, and stimulate the regeneration of spiritual power Therefore, it has always been famous as a food tonic.

But the problem now is... the strain handed over to Yu Xiaotan is a half-cooked molten blood strain.

The half-cooked molten blood strain is like a tiger that has not eaten enough, it will have an extreme desire for blood.However, this does not mean that it is a kind of poison, it just means that the half-cooked molten blood strain is suitable for other special occasions, such as physical training for sudden breakthroughs and unstable realms, or taking too many pills, and the remaining medicinal power is in the body. Conditions that are not easily eliminated from the body.

Can it be placed in the Yunhai Sect's sect meeting?

Actually it is possible.

Because even if the half-cooked molten blood strain devours blood energy, it can't change the reality that it is just a low-grade spiritual plant.

For a monk with a normal body, the bit of blood it devoured can be recovered in a few hours without causing much impact.

Moreover, the molten blood strain is very delicious, crispy on the outside, and the cottony stems inside are like semi-solidified duck blood. It is an excellent choice whether it is stir-fried, stewed, or a classic duck blood vermicelli soup.

The only thing it targets... is Ji Chuchen.

Playing with the molten blood strain, Yu Xiaotan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said to Chef Wang who was beside him without raising his head: "What do you think, can it be done?"

"Ah?" Chef Wang was stunned for a moment, trying to observe Yu Xiaotan's face, "I think...is it okay?"

It's just a molten blood strain, it's not harmful, and it's not difficult to make. Even Chef Wang can think of seven or eight ways to do it in a flash.

He quietly raised his eyes to look at Yu Xiaotan, thinking that with the top culinary skills he has shown since he was a teenager, it would be easy to handle this kind of elementary ingredients.

Yu Xiaotan nodded slightly, with a calm voice, as if he was really thinking seriously: "That's true. But Xiao Wang, if you just want us to use the molten blood strain to make a dish, why would the elders send someone here and stuff it for you? We have so many spirit stones?"

Chef Wang was agitated by Xiao Wang's slightly familiar title at first, and then he realized the deep meaning in Yu Xiaotan's words, and said in surprise: "You mean, this Presbyterian Council..."

Who do you want to harm with Yu Xiaotan's hand?

He took a deep breath, shook his head immediately, and raised his hand to tear the molten blood strain away from Yu Xiaotan's hand: "No, no, master, you can't do such a thing, I'll go and refuse him."

Things like reputation still have some meaning to the spirit chef, and its importance is second only to the alchemist who forges magic weapons.

The spirit chef puts medicine in the food, just like a craftsman leaving a back door in the magic weapon he refined, the nature is very bad.

Although Chef Wang is greedy for the treasure that is full of storage rings, he is also a descendant of a famous family, and his life is not too tight. Now he hopes to learn more from Yu Xiaotan, so naturally he does not want Yu Xiaotan to take such a risk.

But Yu Xiaotan had quick eyes and quick hands, and grabbed him.

There was a sly light in the boy's eyes, and he said in a brisk voice, "What are you afraid of, let's do it."

Chef Wang: "???"

"Their molten blood strain was selected very well. The bottom is all crimson, and only the top is a little green. This is a sign that it is about to mature."

Yu Xiaotan babbled nonsense: "As long as you cut off the small piece of emerald color, you won't see any clues. If something goes wrong in the future, it will be because the person who transported the spiritual materials of Yunhaizong accidentally chose immature molten blood." What does it have to do with us?"

While he was talking, he secretly looked at Chef Wang beside him from the corner of his eye, and he could clearly see that the other party's brows were frowning tightly, with a complex look of hesitation on his face.

Chef Wang felt that Yu Xiaotan's approach was inappropriate, and his conscience as a spiritual chef crazily condemned him in his mind. A little dizzy.

But after hesitating for a moment, Chef Wang gritted his teeth, and finally under Yu Xiaotan's sinking gaze, he quietly approached and handed Yu Xiaotan another storage ring.

The storage ring was warmed by his palm, and it was even a little hot in his hand. Yu Xiaotan looked at the uneasy person in front of him, and said, "What are you doing?"

"This is all my net worth," Chef Wang lowered his eyebrows and whispered, "Master, these spirit stones are all yours. If you don't think they are enough, I will work harder to earn them in the future. This molten blood strain will always Makes me feel weirdly uneasy, let's not take this job, okay?"

Yu Xiaotan glanced at him, and deliberately said: "Why didn't you accept the money that came to your door?"

Chef Wang shook his head like a rattle: "Spiritual stones are certainly important, but there are some things that are more important, which cannot be exchanged for spiritual stones."

These words made Yu Xiaotan's expression soften a little, and he nodded secretly in his heart.

I really didn't expect that what I met this time was actually a conscientious spirit chef.It seems that Guanghuazhai does not only produce black-hearted beasts.

He patted Chef Wang's shoulder encouragingly, and comforted him with a smile: "Okay, I know it well, I won't hurt anyone."

"Besides, since this item has been delivered to us, we have no choice but to accept it."

Yun Haizong was originally the opponent's home court, and now the opponent is so unscrupulous, it is clear that they think Yu Xiaotan has nothing to do with them.

It is said that rituals come first and soldiers come first, if Yu Xiaotan's guess is correct and he does not accept the "gift" of the storage ring, the Cheng family father and son's "soldiers" will greet him tonight.

Yu Xiaotan could imagine the thoughts in the enemy's mind: the spirit cook is not a necessity for the Zonghui, if this one is not obedient, then get another obedient one.

craft?

So what, what to eat is not to eat.

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaotan's eyes dimmed.

That's the real danger.

His eyes fell on the molten blood that was like beautiful jade. The young man took a deep breath, his eyes shimmered, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

Originally, Big Brother Ji didn't let him participate in the struggle, but now the other party rushed to bring the handle to him, and he naturally had no reason to refuse.

Let this molten blood vermicelli soup add fire to tomorrow's clan feast!

……

Time passed quickly, and soon it was the day of the Zonghui.

Cheng Huan woke up early on purpose.

His body has not yet healed, but as long as he doesn't activate his spiritual power, he still can't see any clues.

The young man sat in front of the mirror, carefully arranged his appearance, covered his pale cheeks with a light amount of makeup, and changed into a rather vigorous blue dress - after Ji Chuchen returned to the sect, he did not dare to wear white clothes again up.

Of all the things in this world, the most feared thing is comparison. Without comparison, there will be no harm.

Without Qiongqing's reminder, Cheng Huan knew very well that compared with the real demeanor of a sword fairy, he was like a clumsy imitation.

...It's all the fault of that person!

Unaccustomed to pinching the powder, Cheng Huan looked at himself in the mirror, and slowly exerted force on his knuckles. The box containing the powder made a fragile hiss in his hand, and immediately "clicked", bursting into countless cracks.

It's all his fault that he even used women's things to enhance his complexion in order to attend the sect meeting!

Cheng Huan's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he grinned at the mirror with a ferocious smile, then he put down the shattered powder box, waved his hand to drive away the lingering scent of powder and dai, and took a deep breath.

...It's okay, it's okay.

The person he hated so much would fall into the abyss today.

And he will watch the once radiant person fall from the altar with his own eyes.He will be the last foot to step on, making that person completely silent, and he will never stand up again.

Putting some powder on his face casually, Cheng Huan looked at the man in the mirror whose cheeks were finally flushed with blood, got up, put on his hood, and walked out of the cave.

The venue of the Zonghui is at the top of Yunhai Zongfeng.

He couldn't use spiritual energy, so he could only use his feet to climb up the mountain like a mortal.

A few days ago, in order to show off his coquettishness, Cheng Huan walked down the mountain on foot deliberately not to resist the wind and sword.

Now it looks the same as before.

But...it can be used but not used, and it can't be used at all, which is completely different in essence.

Although Cheng Huan still walks now, going up the mountain is completely opposite to going down the mountain. If walking down the mountain is personable and comfortable and leisurely, then walking up the mountain and climbing with a slightly bent body humming and humming looks ugly and a little silly up.

On the way up the mountain, Cheng Huan happened to see Ji Chuchen.

The opponent stood facing the wind, with a tall and straight figure, stepping on a slender and thin long sword, breaking through the clouds and mist all the way, cutting through the light.

The billowing clouds lingering on the top of the mountain receded like waves in Ji Chuchen, and the sharp sword tip shone with silvery white brilliance. The young sword fairy was dressed in plain clothes that were as white as snow, and passed by against the wind without being stained with dust.

All the way through the flight, there were disciples who turned their heads and looked over with admiring eyes.

Cheng Huan saw it in his eyes, and the hatred in his heart couldn't be suppressed.

But he could only lower his head, pull up his hood, and try to hide his face.

But even so, Ji Chuchen still recognized him.

The snow-white long sword stopped abruptly beside Cheng Huan, and the gust of wind almost knocked Cheng Huan down the mountain.

Cheng Huan couldn't use his spiritual power to stabilize his figure, he leaned over to grab the ground in a panic, and when he came back to his senses, he was already prostrate on the ground in an ugly posture that exploded, and when he raised his head, he was facing the dark and deep black sky in the early morning of the previous season. eyes.

—his hood had been lifted by the wind.

As a result, all the disciples flying in the air recognized that the one who climbed slowly with their feet was not some low-strength rookie disciple, but their famous Master Cheng Shao, Cheng Huan.

The morning sun was slightly cool, but Cheng Huan suddenly felt hot on his face.

The smeared powder was like a burning fire, and it almost burned his whole body to ashes in an instant.

Over there, Ji Chuchen stretched out his hand to pull him very intimately, with gentle eyes: "Are you okay?"

"Do you want to come up, and brother will give you a ride?"