Changsheng: I am a farmer in the world of cultivating immortals

Wisps of fragrance wafted out from a shop.

The fragrance is filled with the deliciousness of monster meat, various spices made by spiritual plants and bacteria from the cultivation world, all of which entered Li Suian's nose in a fascinating way.

It's hard to imagine how strong the aroma will be when such a dish is placed.

It's no wonder that the black demon pig has a halazi, which is really delicious.

Not only them, some pedestrians on the street also stopped, and the sound of swallowing saliva kept coming and going.

"The boy from the old Shen's family is cooking again! I heard that he can already make first-tier middle-grade spiritual food."

An old lady's old voice sounded from among the onlookers, and everyone around was taken aback.

Someone raised a question: "A first-tier mid-range product? Are you kidding me? If a first-tier mid-tier product can go to the town's fragrance shop to be the chef, how can I stay in this small shop!"

"You don't know that, young man, he works as a cook for others, and what he gets is his salary. His father has saved his life in this shop. Now he is a chef repairer, and the wine is not afraid of deep alleys."

The old lady held a cattail fan in her hand, with an expression of "you don't understand".

Li Suian nodded, he was right, working part-time is not as good as being your own boss!

In the world of comprehension, how can there be so many fights and kills? The vast majority of people are looking for a skill that suits them, earning spirit stones, and improving their cultivation.

Of course, you still have to learn the necessary martial arts. It is inevitable that one day, if you don't ask for trouble, trouble will come to you.

But this is the first time Li Suian has heard of the term kitchen repair.

Not long after, a young man walked out of the small shop. His face was green and immature, his eyes were clear, and there was a witty energy in his blinking.

"Fellow daoists, this is today's spiritual food. It's called Sparrow Tail Chicken Stewed with Lingqing Mushrooms. It's a low-grade spiritual food. There are five cups in total. The starting price is three low-grade spirit stones!"

"It's so expensive! It's too lucrative! Each sparrow-tailed chicken only costs four spirit stones, and if you add some spirit mushrooms, it's less than six spirit stones."

Someone spoke up.

The other people who wanted to splurge once said this, they also took back their steps, looked at each other and waited for the young man to lower the price.

The kitchen repair didn't seem to be in a hurry, just waiting like this, as if these people were not his potential customers.

"Want to eat?"

"Hum hum hum!"

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Li Suian took out ten spirit stones and sat on a seat outside the shop.

She was surprised to find that there were runes on this tattered desk and chair!It seems to be a protective rune.

That's right, after a monk eats his own steamed spiritual rice, the spiritual energy in his body needs to meditate and circulate to his dantian, let alone spiritual food!
If one is disturbed or attacked while meditating, this spiritual food will not only be eaten in vain, but will also affect one's own cultivation.

Wu Yaozhu also stood upright on its hind legs on the stool, with its two paws resting on the table.

"It's really taken advantage of! Not only eating for myself, but also for monsters to eat! Tsk tsk, I don't know if my brain is flooded!" said the monk who had just fanned the flames jealously.

But the people present did not listen to him, their eyes widened, wanting to see how Li Suian would react after eating the spiritual food.

Seeing that someone was seated, the young man put away the ten spirit stones on the table, took two cups of soup and two large bowls of spirit rice, and placed them in front of Li Suian.

"Please eat."

After opening the lid of the soup, a strong fresh fragrance mixed with spiritual energy rushed to the face.

Li Suian took a deep breath, picked up the handle of the spoon in his hand, took a mouthful of chicken soup, and a mouthful of low-grade rice.

It didn't stop halfway, and Wu Yaozhu even buried the whole pig's nose in the fresh soup.

After a while, Li Suian's body began to feel hot, and a vigorous aura flowed through her body. After eating the last mouthful of soup and meat, she crossed her legs and started the exercises.

The spiritual energy brought by the spiritual food is extremely gentle, and after a little exercise, the spiritual energy will fill the dantian by itself.

I don't know how long it took, but when Li Suian opened his eyes, he found the young man looking at her with a smile.

"This fellow Taoist, how do you feel, please give me an evaluation." The young man said.

The extra spiritual energy in her body was enough to last her three days of penance. No wonder some people said that spiritual food is the basis of spiritual practice, and elixir is the basis of penance.

It was the first time she ate spiritual food, and she really had no comparison. The taste and saturation of spiritual energy were both excellent, much better than the ones she made by herself.

If you make spiritual food yourself, the volatile spiritual energy and the deliciousness of the food will dissipate a little. For example, Li Suian ate a large piece of monster meat with his soup.

"Friend Daoist is young and promising, this soup really opened my eyes, but this Lingmi..."

Naturally, Li Suian would not say that it was perfect, and the purpose was naturally to sell the first-grade low-grade Lingmi in his hands.

Selling it to anyone is a sale, but selling it to a kitchen repairer will maximize the benefits of her spiritual rice bonus.

On the contrary, the addition effect of Lingmi was well concealed by the existence of the chef.

Even if the chef finds out, would he foolishly tell others that it's not because of my ability, but because this Lingmi is different?
Selecting spiritual materials of the same quality is also a compulsory course for chefs.

The young man raised his eyebrows, "Fellow Daoist doesn't know something, I'm a small business, so I will naturally consider the cost."

Who wouldn't want to use the best of the best!But Qingtian Town is just a town, and most monks eat the spiritual food made by the spiritual chef, which is an occasional luxury.

"Well, I have some low-grade Lingmi here, fellow daoists, you can try it."

Li Suian took out a handful of Lingmi from the storage bag, put it on the table, greeted Wu Yaozhu, and disappeared on the streets of Qingtian Town.

The young man put the handful of Lingmi into the storage bag, and then packed up the table and chairs.

After leaving, Li Suian walked into the talisman shop.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you buy? There are some new attack talismans and defense talismans, do you want to take a look?"

As soon as he entered the store, the pretty female nun stepped forward and asked, while a middle-aged monk behind the counter was flipping through the scrolls.

"Do you want to accept the fireball talisman of the first-tier mid-tier?"

Li Suian looked at the exquisite first-order low-grade talisman and asked.

The female cultivator was taken aback for a moment, then said respectfully: "Fellow daoist, please."

She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the female cultivator warily.

"Fellow daoist, don't get me wrong, we operate with integrity and trade inside, so be on the safe side." The female cultivator smiled and explained in a nonchalant manner.

Compared to a store that has existed for a long time that would commit murder and seize treasures, Li Suian still believed that he would be targeted by robbery in this transaction.

Walking into the cubicle, Li Suian couldn't help smiling as he looked at the isolation array above his head.

This is too exaggerated.

"How many first-order middle-grade talismans do you have?"

The nun handed over a cup of spiritual tea and said.

Li Suian glanced at it, and handed the tea to Wu Yaozhu, "The elders in the family refined it, a total of 32 pieces. Recently, there is a shortage of spirit stones, and I want to sell them."

After listening, the female nun leaked a trace of regret.