I became a spiritual husband and was forced to farm

Chapter 104 Crab Roe Noodles
Light the medium-grade spiritual wood and envelop the pressure cooker in blazing fire.

Fu Yao plans to make two types of noodles, one with crab roe noodles and the same with seafood broth. These are enough for people who have never eaten spiritual food.

As for the simplest boiled shrimps and steamed crabs, Fu Yao was not sure whether the medium-grade spirit wood could steam the meat inside through the thick and hard shell, and whether the cooked shells were valuable, so she chose a This seems to be a relatively cumbersome production method. Fortunately, I carry a few eliminated puppets with me, so I can still do the repetitive shelling.

Soon, the bright stars shone across the sky, and the shy Yue'er hid in the clouds, half exposed and half hidden, and several people came with them.

Fu Yao rented one of the best courtyards in Shuimeng City. It was equipped with the best defensive arrays, isolation arrays, silent arrays, anti-peeping arrays, etc., so she waited for them to enter the courtyard.

Song Ruilan: "This smells so delicious!"

Huangpu Sanhua: "It's so fragrant. Fellow Taoist Fu, are you saying you are a sword cultivator? How come the spiritual food is so fragrant? I can't wait to taste it!"

Because we are both swordsmen, we know how hard it is to practice swordsmanship, so where do you find the free time to do things that are not beneficial to improving your strength!
Lu Jiajia: "I'm already hungry before I see the food!"

Tong Liqing: "Is this really done by monsters in the sea? It's incredible!"

The man who had been cold and silent and wearing a black cloak finally spoke his first words.

Jiaqi: "Fellow Taoist Ren is so unlucky!"

The eight people couldn't wait to sit at the table in the yard, looking at Fu Yao with starry eyes, like little dogs begging for food.

"Come in and serve a bowl. You want to wait for me to feed the noodles into your mouths!"

Fu Yao looked at the people waiting to eat, shook her head, and choked angrily. This reminded her of the days when she sold roast duck in Lingyun Zongfang Market, and the customers were eagerly waiting to eat!
Everyone looked at each other, touched their noses, seemed a little embarrassed, and all rushed into the kitchen.

The kitchen is very simple. It was renovated by Fu Yao herself. It was originally a reception room. Now it has two stoves and a strange-shaped alchemy stove?
This is the alchemy furnace!
As an alchemist, Song Ruilan rubbed her eyes and couldn't believe what she saw.

Even if the other people did not deal with the alchemy furnace every day, they probably recognized the identity of the alchemy furnace, and their eyes twitched. Could it be that they were inviting everyone to take elixirs? Where did the alluring smell come from?
There was just a lump of white stuff on the chopping board, which smelled a little like wine, but it wasn't coming from it.

Is there water burning in a large pot on a stove?
What to eat
Everyone was puzzled. Could it be that the fragrance came from the alchemy furnace?

Fu Yao: "Get out, get out, why are you all crowding in? I don't have any room to stand, just leave one person to serve the bowl."

After Fu Yao was squeezed into a corner, her expression was very bad. Was she here to cause trouble or to help? She also regretted not directly calling the person.

"Fellow Daoist Song, stay here while the others go out."

Seeing a few people stunned in the room and preparing to discuss the charter, Fu Yao held up her forehead.

Next, Song Ruilan saw a scene she would never forget.

Fu Yao cut the white thing on the chopping board, stretched it, beat it, and pulled it. In just a few movements, it turned into a long strip as thin as a hair. After putting it in the pot, she came to her senses.

Although it can be done easily, how can this change without using spiritual power or tools?
Song Ruilan couldn't figure it out, and saw Fu Yao bringing out another basin from under the stove, a basin of yellow and orange stuff, but it smelled damn good. She took a deep breath, and the alluring aroma rushed straight to her forehead.

Song Ruilan: "What is this? (╯▽╰) It smells so good~~, shall we eat this tonight?" Fu Yao was proud of the popularity of the food she made, "This is bald butter, made with crabs, etc." It tastes best when mixed with noodles.”

As he said that, he took out a spoon and poured a large spoonful into the basin-sized bowl. It happened that the bottom of the nine bowls was covered with a large layer. It was golden and looked very appetizing.

It contains four-year-old rice wine, fourth-grade porcupine oil, and some onions, ginger, and garlic that are common in the world of immortality. After all, there is only a lot of delicious food left in it.

The snow-white noodles spread on top were so tempting that Song Ruilan couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

Fu Yao: "Take these out and give each person a bowl."

Song Ruilan had been looking forward to eating it for a long time, and couldn't wait to go out with the bowl.

Fu Yao took the pot with abalone stewed out directly and placed it in the middle of the table.

The eight people were sitting upright and looking at Fu Yao with bright eyes. It was obvious that the smell was really alluring.

With a wave of his hand, eight pairs of chopsticks landed steadily on the bowl.

Fu Yao: "This is crab roe noodles. It uses grade four crabs. It tastes very mellow. You all should try it!"

As he spoke, he took the initiative to mix the noodles with chopsticks. The white noodles were covered with a thick layer of golden crab roe, which shone golden under the fluorescent light of the night pearl.

After one bite, the noodles are smooth and elastic, with a strong flavor of crab roe, and the full crab meat is also very tender. This is simply a delicacy on earth, a thousand times more delicious than the crab roe noodles I had in my previous life, and the soft spiritual energy washes through my body. With the fatigue of the past few days.

At first, he was still pretending to eat the noodles slowly, but now he has sped up and has no time to greet other people to eat noodles.

Seeing this, the others followed Fu Yao's example, stirred the noodles and stuffed them into their mouths. The taste in their mouths made them feel that their previous days had been in vain.

They had all eaten spiritual food before, which was only enough to fill their stomachs and tasted very bland.

At this moment, a dark thought came to their minds. There must have been delicious food in the world of immortality. Some anorexic boss must have hated such enjoyment and destroyed the existence of spiritual food. Since then, the inheritance of food in the world of immortality has been discontinued.

Seeing that Fu Yao's bowl was about to reach the bottom, he secretly skimmed the bowls of several others, looking eager to try.

Jiaqi, who was protecting the food, felt nervous. She hugged the bowl and ate the noodles faster, fearing that Fu Yao would reach into her bowl with her chopsticks after finishing the meal.

The other people were not fools or fools. Of course they noticed Fu Yao's frown and protected their bowls.

Fu Yao felt a little regretful when she saw this. The crab roe noodles were extremely delicious. Now she regretted why she had to talk so much and let these foodies come to eat.

Because it was a fourth-level monster, although the spiritual energy was strong, it was within the acceptable range of the foundation, so Fu Yao could still eat another bowl.

His eyes moved to the improved pressure cooker, which had been simmering for an hour. Some nourishing spiritual plants were put in it. I am afraid that they have been integrated into the soup now. Take a sip and the taste is indescribable.