Self-struggle starting from Douluo

Chapter 254 Competition
The Netherworld Poisonous Swamp is an entire area that is shrouded in poisonous miasma all year round.

Since it is a "swamp", water is indispensable. If there is water, there will be fish, even if it is poisonous water...

According to Qinghuan's knowledge, the more poisonous something is, the more delicious it is. When she learned that there was a kind of silverfish bred in the poisonous swamp, how could she resist?
By the same token, the more poisonous something is, the more delicious it is, and the more beautiful it looks.

The same is true for whitebait. Its whole body is bright silver. After scraping off the scales, the flesh is crystal clear and almost transparent. This is the true meaning of being untainted by the mud.

After tasting it once in the Izumo Empire, Qinghuan could not forget it. It was a pity that after being transported from the Netherworld Poisonous Swamp to the Izumo Empire, the silverfish had lost its freshness and the taste had greatly diminished.

In order to taste the freshest silverfish, Qinghuan simply dragged Xiao Yixian along and hurried all the way to the outskirts of the Netherworld Poison Swamp in the fastest time.

Just like the outskirts of the Warcraft Mountain Range, where there are often gathering places formed for the sake of profit, there are also such gathering places on the outskirts of the Netherworld Poison Swamp.

Qinghuan and Xiao Yixian crossed the Chuyun Empire and arrived at a small town outside the Netherworld Poison Swamp. Qinghuan did not rush in, but sniffed and found an inconspicuous shop along the way.

Xiao Yixiang followed with helplessness on her face. She was having a great time with the poison masters of the Izumo Empire, but who knew that Qinghuan came in a hurry just for Stuttering.

This small shop is located in a remote area and has a very small storefront. There are not many people inside. Only an old man with white hair and beard is sitting near the door, drinking leisurely by himself.

There was a plate of silver fish in front of him. It was the color and fragrance that led Qinghuan to find this place.

The Little Medical Fairy looked at the shop strangely and whispered, "Qing Huan, this isn't some shady shop, is it?"

This town is filled with people gathered together for profit, so those who open shops here naturally do so to make money, but this small shop in front of us doesn't look like it can make money at all.

There is no other explanation except that it is a black shop.

"Who cares if it's a white or black shop, as long as it tastes good!"

Qing Huan couldn't wait to pull Xiao Yi Xian inside, pointed at the silver fish in front of the old man, and said, "Give me a plate of this silver fish too."

Behind the counter, a woman in her thirties stood up tremblingly, glanced at the old man with fear in her eyes, and said fearfully: "That...that was made by that adult himself, we can't make it..."

Qing Huan blinked and said, "It's okay, I'll make it myself too, you can help me pick some whitebait."

The woman subconsciously looked at the old man, and after the old man nodded, she hurriedly led Qinghuan to the kitchen at the back.

It was very strange. There was no one in the whole shop except the woman and the old man. There was no cook in the kitchen and no waiter in the lobby.

The Little Medical Fairy also noticed something was wrong, and sat quietly at the table next to the old man, looking at him without any concealment.

The old man seemed to see nothing at all and continued to drink leisurely. He took a piece of silverfish into his mouth and squinted his eyes with an expression of enjoyment.

After a while, an enticing aroma came from the kitchen at the back.

Qinghuan came out holding a plate, put it on the table, and gestured to Little Medical Fairy.

The whitebait in front of the old man was steamed, which not only retained the original color of the whitebait, but the cut whitebait looked as pleasing to the eye as a hibiscus flower.

Qinghuan chose to stir-fry!
Yes, he fried the silverfish. After frying, the silverfish on the plate had a golden color added to its original silver color, which made people's mouths water.

One is steamed and the other is stir-fried.

The Little Medical Fairy looked in front of her, then at the old man's table, and suddenly felt like she was a judge, evaluating the color, aroma and taste of the two delicacies.

Qing Huan said quite complacently: "In fact, what I am best at is not making pills, but cooking. I have worked hard to study cooking skills."

Little Medical Fairy couldn't help but be amused. What would happen if those who knew Qinghuan's ability in refining pills heard this?
But after being happy, Little Medical Fairy was in trouble again. She couldn't tell the quality of the two servings of silverfish just based on their appearance and aroma... She couldn't just run to someone else's table to taste a bite, could she?

Qinghuan looked at the steamed whitebait in front of the old man.

The old man also looked at the stir-fried silverfish in front of Qinghuan.

Obviously, the old and the young both had the same idea of ​​comparison, but the question was how to judge?
Fortunately, another woman came to the door. She was dressed coolly and moved briskly, obviously a mercenary.

Judging from her appearance, she was attracted by the fragrance.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw three pairs of eyes staring at her. The female mercenary was unmoved. She looked at the plates in front of the two people and said directly: "Give me one portion of both kinds of fish, hurry up."

Qinghuan turned away in disappointment, but the old man smiled slightly and spoke through his voice, and the little medical fairy was grinning.

The female shopkeeper was almost going crazy and cried, "The remaining silver fish is only enough for one plate."

Qinghuan immediately pricked up his ears. As an alchemist, he was now unable to communicate with even Yao Chen. As he improved in the future, his level would not be able to be displayed no matter how high it was. He felt a little lonely.

But cooking is completely different. If you can win in cooking, the sense of accomplishment is quite great. The female mercenary was stunned, her eyes kept hesitating between the two silver fish, and finally she pointed at the one in front of the old man and said, "Then give me this one."

Qinghuan closed her eyes in pain, she lost!
The old man stroked his beard, his face full of satisfaction.
Xiao Yixiang really doesn’t understand, what’s the point of these two men, one old and one young, competing with each other?
……

Qinghuan was in a bad mood after losing in her most proud cooking skill. She even found the whitebait she cooked tasteless.

The Little Doctor Fairy ate with gusto, and even had time to comfort Qing Huan, saying, "Girls like light food."

"If you lose, you lose. There's no excuse for that."

Qing Huan raised his voice seriously and said, "Actually, what I am best at is cooking monsters, that's what we call real delicious food!

You may not know that magic beasts often have all kinds of strange effects. As long as they are handled properly, any magic beast can be eaten. Not only are they delicious, but some magic beasts can also beautify the skin, shape the body, and even prolong life. "

The old man suddenly stood up. He was tall and slender. Although his hair and beard were all white, he looked like an immortal with great temperament. He said casually, "What a coincidence. I am also very good at eating monsters. I have eaten at least 800 kinds of monsters, if not 1,000.

I am not like some young people who boast without shame. I just encountered a kind of monster a few days ago. It was really hard to swallow... I don’t believe that anyone dares to eat that kind of monster! "

provocative!

This is a naked provocation!

Qing Huan was about to stand up when Xiao Yi Xian pulled her back and said with a smile, "Qing Huan, that's enough!"

The old man glanced sideways and walked out proudly, heading towards the Netherworld Poisonous Swamp.

Qinghuan watched him leave with a puzzled look in her eyes.

The female shopkeeper behind the counter suddenly exhaled heavily and collapsed to the ground.

How can I not get my shoes wet when I often walk along the river?

Sure enough, if you open too many black shops, you will always encounter people you can't afford to offend. The female shopkeeper was already lucky to be able to survive, and she also had to thank the man and woman who came in later.

……

With Qinghuan and Xiao Yixiang's abilities, they don't need to prepare any means to avoid poison or miasma when entering the Netherworld Poison Swamp.

After a brief shopping spree, the two of them leisurely stepped into the Netherworld Poisonous Swamp.

Along the way, Qinghuan seemed to be leading the way with a purpose, and Xiao Yixiang followed.

After walking for about half a day, Xiao Yixian couldn't help herself and asked in confusion: "Do you know the location of the Netherworld Poison Fire?"

Qing Huan glanced around and said casually, "I don't know. The Netherworld Poison Swamp is so big. It all depends on luck whether we can find the poisonous fire if we go deeper into it."

The Little Medical Fairy looked at him suspiciously and said, "But why do I feel like you are following some kind of trail..."

Before she could finish her words, Xiao Yixian saw someone appear in the fog ahead.

An old man with white hair and beard was walking towards them from the opposite side, dragging the huge and strangely shaped corpse of a monster.

It was the old man I met in town.

The little medical fairy suddenly understood, slapped her forehead helplessly, and almost rolled her eyes.

She had to admit that Qinghuan, although a grown-up, was sometimes as childish as a child.

And the old man opposite, he is so out of touch at his age?
Where does this tacit understanding between these two people come from?
Qing Huan said seriously: "I can tolerate people questioning my alchemy skills, but I cannot tolerate people questioning my cooking skills!"

As the old man dragged the corpse in, a foul stench hit them in the face, making people suffocate and dare not even breathe.

Xiao Yixiang quickly covered her mouth and nose, looking nauseous, and quickly stepped back with a look of horror in her eyes: Can a monster like this really be eaten?

Qing Huan calmly covered his mouth and nose with Dou Qi, his eyes fixed on the corpse of the monster dragged over by the old man.

The stench comes from the corpse.

It's not the smell of decay. This monster is at least level five, so it shouldn't rot so quickly.

But this monster itself carries this indescribable stench!
In fact, this stench is itself highly poisonous.

(End of this chapter)