After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 77
Qin Qing felt the gloating and even malicious eyes from the students of his college, and returned to his seat with a cold face.

Qin Qing lowered his eyes when the laughter of Qinglingzong disciples came from beside him.

"Are you okay?" Ye Yu asked in a concerned voice.

A pill box was handed in front of him, Qin Qing raised his eyes and looked at it, it was not a regular pill issued by the academy, nor was it an ordinary pill that could be redeemed with points, looking at the logo on the box, it seemed to be from a senior alchemist of the college alchemy school hand.

"Eat quickly." Ye Yu handed it forward.

"No need." Qin Qing shook his head, running the exercises to absorb spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy filled the meridians little by little.

Ye Yu didn't insist anymore, and put away the pill.

Nan Tao at the front smiled and waved to her younger brothers and sisters.

"It's getting late, it's time to go to the dining hall."

"Dean Zhao and the students together."

Dean Zhao was surprised.

He thought that the disciples trained by sects like Qinglingzong would not focus on food and drink, but only focus on cultivation.

Never thought that Qing Lingzong also set up a special dining hall?

The canteen of Beixuan Lingyuan employs dozens of spiritual chefs, and during the time when they go out for exchange and study, they are all casually prepared. Dean Zhao misses the college's food a little bit.

I don't know which spiritual chef is in charge of the dining hall of the Qing Lingzong, and what kind of dishes they are good at.

Not at all aware that he was going to eat a meal, Dean Zhao greeted the students of the exchange team, and a group of people left the training ground and went to an ordinary courtyard.

Before approaching, a strange strong fragrance slowly drifted out from the yard.

This fragrance is extremely domineering and strongly attracts everyone's attention.

Song Jingmo let out an "ah", thinking of the ingredients marinated in the pot.

Don't know if it's cooked or not, it may be overcooked.

Originally, I planned to reorganize the vegetable field to grow a la carte, but I didn't expect to have two competitions with others to exercise my muscles and bones.

"Your sect's spirit chef has extraordinary cooking skills." Dean Zhao moved his nose, sniffing the scent, and quickly distinguished the scent of several spirit herbs.

He has eaten all the craftsmanship of the spirit chefs in Beixuan Lingyuan, and he has also been to all the banquets hosted by the famous spirit chefs in Beixuan Territory.

Dean Zhao is sure that he has never seen any spirit chef use spirit grass like this.

"Principal Zhao was joking. There is no spiritual chef in the sect, and the juniors and sisters usually make some casually. The food is rough and the taste is ordinary." Nan Tao smiled and called the juniors and sisters to decorate the yard.

It's not that Nan Tao doesn't know how to treat guests, it's just that the Qing Lingzong never welcomes outsiders who come in under the banner of communication, eat, drink, live, and practice spiritual energy.

The quality of the spirit realm of the Qing Lingzong is extraordinary, and the aura is even more intense.

If these people had other intentions, Nan Tao didn't have the temperament to be on guard every day.

Simply treat it with an ordinary attitude, accept it if you can bear it, and leave if you can't bear it.

Qinglingzong disciples don't need to respect others.

There are treasures out there, and the Qing Lingzong has them.

Dean Zhao laughed, thinking that Nan Tao was being modest.

After the tables and chairs were set up in the courtyard, the group of Beixuanlingyuan were greeted to take their seats, and the number of bowls, chopsticks and chairs was just right.The food hadn't been served yet, and the group sat and didn't know what to do, so they could only look at each other.

Sang Zhixia and Sheng Zhichun served two pots of tea to the two separate tables in Beixuan Lingyuan. The cups were ordinary white porcelain cups, and the tea was wild tea that the disciples of the sect roasted in their spare time.

It has no reputation and no special effect.

As the leading teacher, Dean Zhao didn't have to pour tea himself.

A student got up early and poured tea and offered it to him with both hands. Dean Zhao took it with a calm expression, sniffed the tea, and only smelled the aura with a fresh fragrance.

Xin Dao said that the spirit tea was of good quality, Dean Zhao took a sip, the spirit energy flowed into the mouth along the tea, and then slipped across the throat and into the abdomen.

"Good tea!" Dean Zhao exclaimed and took a big sip.

He is not an elegant person, because drinking spiritual tea is like drinking water from a thirsty cow. He has been laughed at by the teachers of the academy a few times, but he still subconsciously pays attention outside.

Even so, there are hundreds of kinds of spirit tea that Dean Zhao has drunk.

The quality is good or bad.

But in Director Zhao's place, good tea is good if you drink it smoothly, and good tea is bad if you drink it bitterly.

Not to mention the strong aura of this tea and its tangy aroma, it is said that a person like him can enjoy tea drinking after drinking this tea, so it is naturally a good tea.

Song Jingmo and two nimble senior brothers scooped up ingredients from the pot by category.

I was lucky, I had enough firewood before, and when the ingredients were marinated, the fire just went out, and the ingredients were soaked in the soup for a while, and the taste was completely tasted.

Song Jingmo has tasted the taste, because the quality of the ingredients is good, and the flavor of the finished product is excellent.

The Lingmi rice was steaming in the big pot next to it. It was quite a large pot of rice. The senior brother used a small formation to speed up the steaming of the rice, just in time for the three of them to pack the ingredients on a plate.

The large pieces of meat are cut into slices, placed on a plate, and poured with a little soup.

There is a large plate full of vegetarian dishes, sprinkled with roasted and fragrant cooked sesame seeds, the portion is very substantial.

Changed the big pot to stir-fry one meat and one vegetarian dish, and boiled a vegetable minced meat soup. Song Jingmo filled the soup, washed his hands, left the kitchen, and sat in the seat specially reserved for her by his brothers and sisters. .

No one at their table moved their chopsticks yet, and neither did the people at the two tables at Beixuan Lingyuan, who were drinking tea one cup after another.

Song Jingmo felt a little strange, and as soon as the questioning gaze was passed to Nan Tao, Nan Tao pouted, and said via voice transmission: "Our sect uses pots for rice, soup pots for soup, large plates for vegetables, and large bowls for meals. They Not used to it."

The others muffled a laugh.

"It doesn't matter if they like to eat or not."

All the members of the Qingling Sect stretched out their chopsticks towards the stewed vegetables in unison, each with a bowl of rice that was so high.

After the table started, Dean Zhao also stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of stewed meat.

Put the stewed meat in a bowl, change the pair of chopsticks, pick it up and put it in the mouth, chew it carefully, the fragrant meat juice overflows, and the mouth is full of meaty fragrance.

Dean Zhao moved his chopsticks, and the students next to him also moved their chopsticks together.

Nan Tao made a rare mistake in guessing.

When someone from the next table came to ask where to get the rice, Nan Tao was silent for a while, Chi Zhishu got up and took the basin in the other party's hand into the kitchen, and brought out a pile of Lingmi rice.

I didn't add much to the dishes, and I didn't enjoy eating until I had eaten the big pot of Ling rice to the bottom.

Dean Zhao also brought wine over halfway, and saw that the table was full of half-grown children, and was about to go back when Mr. Teng, who appeared quietly, took him outside for a drink, and took away two plates of braised pork by the way.

Song Jingmo drank tea comfortably and watched the seniors clean up the dishes, feeling that the current days are plain and warm.

Just do what you want to do, and all the ups and downs are blocked.

(End of this chapter)