Chapter 1777 Immortal porridge
Le Xiaoyao said slowly: "If she wants to drink like that, you can cook it for her."
He just watched it for fun.
Let's see when that woman gets better.
Xiaomu nodded when he heard what he said, and then disappeared from the boat.
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Taoist Qingfeng has such a cultivation base, in fact, he does not need to sleep, just meditating is enough.
But he likes to sleep, but he doesn't like to practice, so he will fall asleep every night like ordinary people.
In the morning, I was woken up by a scent.
The aroma is coming from the direction of the kitchen.
He said to himself: "It's only been one night, so could it be that the kid's cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds?"
Taoist Qingfeng teleported to the kitchen with a thought.
Xiaobai immediately sensed the person coming, and called out to remind Gu Xiaonan.
At this time, Gu Xiaonan was standing in front of the stove, stirring the porridge in the big iron pot with a big spoon.
Hearing Xiaobai's reminder, he turned his head and saw Taoist Qingfeng standing outside the door.
Gu Xiaonan showed a big smile: "Daoist Qingfeng, you are awake, and I happen to have breakfast ready."
He stood on tiptoe and served a bowl of porridge.
Taoist Qingfeng sniffed and asked, "What is that?"
Gu Xiaonan said: "This is called fairy porridge."
"Immortal Porridge?" Taoist Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, "Who named it?"
Gu Xiaonan smiled shyly: "Me."
Taoist Qingfeng snorted: "It's such a big tone, the old Taoist wants to taste it, whether it is worthy of the three words of fairy porridge."
Gu Xiaonan said: "It's just a name, what matters is the taste."
Gu Xiaonan asked him if he wanted to eat in the kitchen, or in his room last night.
Qingfeng said humanely: "It's right here."
Gu Xiaonan put the porridge on the table.
Taoist Qingfeng walked to the porridge and sat down.
He looked at the bowl of porridge in front of him.
The porridge made from Lingmi has a pearl-like luster, and a lot of ingredients are added to the porridge. Red, green and green are dotted on the pearl-like Lingmi, which is very pleasing to the eye.
Gourmet food pays attention to color, aroma, and color alone, this bowl of porridge is enough.
Compared with last night's noodles, it looks like it was made by two people.
No matter what the scent is, it will draw out the greedy worms in people's stomachs.
Taoist Qingfeng didn't feel hungry at first, but at this moment his stomach suddenly felt very empty, and he couldn't wait to swallow this bowl of porridge.
He thought so, so he didn't abuse his stomach. He picked up the spoon and fiddled with it, then took a spoonful and put it into his mouth.
At that moment, Taoist Qingfeng seemed to have tasted a fairy feast, and his whole soul trembled with comfort.
good!
A praise almost blurted out.
If he shows that he likes it too much, this kid will not know how proud he is, and he will definitely ask him again if he has reduced his period.
Gu Xiaonan looked at him expectantly with wide bright eyes: "Taoist Qingfeng, how about this bowl of porridge? Is it delicious? In order to cook this pot of porridge, I got up in the middle of the night and started to prepare it. The Lingmi used is from the Southern Continent The most famous Yuzhen rice is made of snow water from the Tianshan Mountains in the northern region, and water mushrooms and spirit crab meat are added to it... It has been boiled for two hours!"
Finally, he showed a trace of apology: "I didn't have enough time last night, so I cooked you a bowl of noodles in a hurry, please forgive me."
Taoist Qingfeng is a far away cook, how could he know that this seemingly simple bowl of porridge is so laborious to make.
Just those ingredients, from all over the world, those that grow on the ground, those that fly in the sky, and those that swim in the water, are all included.
No wonder the cooked porridge is so delicious, it is not an exaggeration to say "it should only be in the sky".
In addition to ingredients, cooking skills are also very important.
This kid is really surprising.
Because of Gu Xiaonan's explanation, Taoist Qingfeng also understood the inconsistency of his two meals.
If a person who is good at cooking is here, he will find something is wrong.
Unfortunately, Taoist Qingfeng didn't see it.
He was immersed in the delicious food, and his face looked good to the naked eye.
After eating and drinking, Taoist Qingfeng softened his attitude towards Gu Xiaonan a lot: "I will allow you to use mystic power in the kitchen from now on."
Gu Xiaonan's eyes lit up.
"However—" Taoist Qingfeng added, "You must not cook as perfunctorily as yesterday."
Gu Xiaonan nodded: "Yeah, I will definitely do my best to cook every meal."
Taoist Qingfeng pursed his lips in satisfaction, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the kitchen.
Just a few steps away, he stopped suddenly.
Gu Xiaonan's scalp tightened suddenly, and he forgot to breathe.
"This kitchen..." Taoist Qingfeng looked back at the kitchen, frowning slightly.
It seems a bit weird.
Gu Xiaonan immediately said brazenly: "This kitchen is a bit small, and I can't display all my talents in cooking."
Taoist Qingfeng heard Gu Xiaonan's outrageous words, and he immediately diverted his attention. He laughed and said, "You are so arrogant, but I like it."
After speaking, he left the kitchen with a smile.
Gu Xiaonan kept watching him go away, only letting go of his hanging heart.
The nervous mood turned into excitement.
He clenched his fist and waved it excitedly.
Success!
He ran to the cage in the right corner, where some edible spirit birds were kept.
He whispered: "Yuanxi, you can come out, the person has already left."
As he spoke, he opened the cage door.
The spirit birds in the cage huddled together, trembling.
Suddenly, they seemed to be frightened, and they all stuck to the innermost part of the cage.
A gleam of light brushed past the cage door.
Not far away, purple light suddenly appeared.
Feng Yuanxi appeared.
He patted his chest, and said with lingering fear: "It's so dangerous, I was almost discovered just now."
(end of this chapter)