I slay demons and cook in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 67
The three of them discussed for a long time, and in the end only this method was left.

"Don't worry, my brother is the easiest to soften his heart."

Shen Qinglan slapped her thigh, "Then it's settled. For the sake of Daoist Nanqing, we will be bothered until Master Zhou agrees, but this matter requires a lot of effort. I am too old to lose face, so I can stand on the sidelines and agree." you."

Nan Qing also nodded, "Me too."

Zhou Ling felt like he had dug a hole for himself!
"How did it become my business?"

Nan Qing took out a fruit and stuffed it into her mouth, "Good spirit, eat the fruit."

Shen Qinglan echoed, "Eat quickly, eat quickly."

Zhou Ling was helpless, "When will I go?"

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day, right now."

All right, the three cobblers really couldn't think of any other way, so they went out of the yard to find Zhou Huai.

Just after leaving the gate of the courtyard, I saw Wu Yongen practicing sword not far away.

Seeing Shen Qinglan, he immediately stopped calling, "Senior Sister Shen."

"Junior Brother Wu."

This Wu Yongen is really mature, no matter what he thinks in his heart, no matter how indifferent Shen Qinglan is to him, he still has a smiling face facing Shen Qinglan.

"Senior Sister Shen, are you going out?"

Shen Qinglan nodded, isn't this nonsense?

"Senior Sister Shen, I want to talk to you about something. If you are busy, why not talk about it later?"

Shen Qinglan didn't know what he was going to say, so she could only say, "Then let's talk about it when I come back?"

Wu Yongen responded with a smile, "Okay, then I will wait for the senior sister to come back."

After finishing speaking, he continued to run to practice swords, as if he was just waiting.

Shen Qinglan turned and left, she didn't like Wu Yongen.

Although there were no major conflicts a few years ago, she really couldn't like Wu Yongen.

Even if the other party has a friendly face with a smile every time he sees him.

Stay away from people and things she doesn't like, this is the truth she has understood in her previous life.

Although the rest of her life is long after cultivating immortality, she doesn't want to be consumed by it.

When the three arrived at Wuya Peak, they were told that Zhou Huai was still in the Artifact Refining Hall.

Zhou Ling had no choice but to send a sound transmission talisman to confirm. After learning that Zhou Huai still needed two hours, Shen Qinglan decided to have a temporary picnic near Zhou Huai's yard.

Eating and waiting will make time go faster.

"This is a good thing I found in Fangshi yesterday, why not eat it today."

When she took out the ingredients, Zhou Ling leaned over to have a look, "What is this?"

Shen Qinglan put the things down, "Shark's fin."

"Shark fin?" The two people who were born in the world of cultivating immortals really didn't know about this thing.

"That's right, abalone, ginseng, and belly. In the common world, you can't do without them when talking about expensive cuisines."

As soon as the two of them heard it, they were excited, Shen Qinglan's words meant delicious.

It can make Shen Qinglan say that it is expensive, and the two of them started to drool just thinking about it.

"How do I eat this?"

Shen Qinglan took out the shark's fin and soaked it last night, and today she just needs to stew it.

"I met a monk from the East China Sea in Fangshi yesterday. His stall is full of seafood. You two are lucky."

Nan Qing studied for a long time, "Is this a fish?"

"This is the fin of a blue ring shark."

"What are the fins like?"

Shen Qinglan was annoyed by the two of them asking, "Can you two just wait to eat? Don't ask any more."

The two of them immediately stopped talking, provoking Shen Qinglan, and the two of them had nothing to eat.

When Shen Qinglan took out a basket of gray seafood, Zhou Ling wanted to open his mouth to ask, but Nan Qing covered her mouth, "Shut up."

Okay, put away your curiosity and wait to eat.

The two consciously took out the table and chairs from the storage bag and set them up, and put on the snacks and tea.

Eating and waiting, waiting and eating.

A large basket of first-grade bent-horned oysters. I heard from the monk in the East China Sea that the shells of the bent-horned oysters can be ground into powder to make talismans.

That man was a talisman master in the late stage of Qi refining, and originally the horned oyster was for his own use.

But when Shen Qinglan asked her to take out all the seafood in the storage bag, she immediately took a fancy to this large pile of bent-horned oysters.

Used to grind powder to make talismans?What a waste of money!
A few red-spotted crabs that were bigger than her head, no matter whether they were used for stir-frying or steaming, in Shen Qinglan's eyes, they were a hundred times better than what the monk said that the crab shells could be used to make healing medicine.

Cultivators and mortals are somewhat similar in this regard, they both belong to those who rely on mountains to eat mountains, and rely on seas to eat seas.

In the daily practice of the monks in the East China Sea, the output of the sea is used as the cultivation resource.

There are also some to eat. Like their Eastern Territory, except for a few restaurants and restaurants, only monks in the Qi refining period need to eat these seafood.

There are also white star shrimps that are longer than the palm of your hand, which are caught and eaten by the monks in the East China Sea.

The cultivator in Donghai was searched by Shen Qinglan and bought all those things that were not worth a few spirit stones in his eyes, which really shocked him.

Dad really lied to him, saying that the East Territory is rich in products, and his things can't sell spirit stones.

It's all a lie, I just don't want him to go out!
He even regretted bringing those seabed ores and pearls. They are not as good as these humble little sea beasts for spiritual stones!
The most expensive fangs of the blue ring shark were not needed, but only the fins were cut off.

The monks in the Eastern Territory are indeed rich, he came late!

Here, Shen Qinglan operated several different fires at the same time, steaming, frying, frying, roasting, roasting, and roasting back and forth, which was called a smooth flow.

Zhou Ling deeply felt that Shen Qinglan's cooking was better than her own sword dancing!

Soon, a table of rich seafood with an attractive aroma is ready.

Half of the fresh and tender white star prawns are braised in brown sauce and the other half are boiled.

One red spot crab with a big head is stir-fried and the other is steamed.

As for the large basket of bent oysters, there are two flavors: steamed and grilled.

Served with a large bowl of shark fin soup, Shen Qinglan was a little excited.

The last time I ate seafood was in my previous life!
The three of them had a tacit understanding now, and they started to attack a table of seafood without even saying a word of gossip.

"This shark's fin is so delicious!"

“Shrimp is delicious!”

"Oh, what kind of oysters are so smooth and tender."

"Cooked oyster."

"Yes, Wanjiaohao, if you have a chance, you must go to the East China Sea once!"

The three of them ate without looking up, and when Zhou Huai Yujian came, what they saw was the scene of the three eating and drinking.

"Who is going to the East China Sea?"

"I."

Nan Qing immediately raised her head, "Senior Brother Zhou."

She has already established her foundation, so she can call Zhou Huai her senior brother.

Nan Qing handed Zhou Huai a bowl of shark fin soup, "Senior Brother Zhou, try it."

Shen Qinglan has been a beginner for ten years, and Zhou Huai has also eaten her cooking.

Knowing the uniqueness of her cooking skills, naturally she would not refuse.

Unexpectedly, the other person sat down, and Zhou Ling pressed his hand, "Wait."

As Zhou Ling said, he still didn't forget to stuff a shrimp into his mouth, "Of course you can eat it, but you have to promise us one thing first."

Nan Qing lowered her head to pretend to be a quail, but she kicked Shen Qinglan who was still buried in the food.

Shen Qinglan put down the big crab leg in her hand, "Yes, agree first."

After speaking, he picked up a prawn again.

Zhou Ling couldn't count on her, so he had to do it by himself.

"Qing Lan, Sister Nan Qing, and I all want to pay homage to Master Mingyuan, please go and tell us."

Zhou Huai: ...

(End of this chapter)