Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 7 Spirit Kitchen System
Leng Gong.

Under Zisu's repeated persuasion, Feng Qian still finished eating the noodles.

Without it, I would be too hungry!
"Zisu, go! Find a place to bury the bowl!"

"Yes, ma'am." Zisu took the empty bowl with a sad face.

You only know fear now, isn't it too late?
It's not that Feng Qian is afraid of Xuanyuanche, it's just that it's a time of troubles, and it's better to have less than one more thing.

Zi Su went to take care of the aftermath, Feng Qian lay back on the couch, and was about to take a nap to recharge her energy, when suddenly, a cold electronic sound rang in her mind...

[Didi, the system has detected that the host is mentally stable and suitable for binding.Beginning to bind... Binding is over! ]

There was no expression on Feng Qian's face, but her eyes were full of surprise. She sat up suddenly and looked around, trying to find the source of the sound.

[Master, don't look for it, I'm in your mind. ]
Feng Qian was a little confused: "Who are you?"

[I am the spiritual chef system, my name is Fanfan, and I can help the master become the top spiritual chef in the world! ]

"Spiritual chef?" Feng Qian's eyes lit up, "Is there any difference between the spiritual chef you mentioned and the spiritual chefs in this world?"

[In general, it is the same, but there are some differences, the owner will gradually know in the future. ]
"Great! It's exactly what I want!" Feng Qian was a little confused suddenly, "But I'm a foodie, I can only eat but not cook."

[It doesn't matter, with the system, an idiot can also become a chef! ]

"..." Three vertical lines fell from his forehead, is the idiot talking about her?
[The owner is still a rookie, and can only learn the most basic dish for the time being—egg fried rice! ]
When the voice fell, there was a bang, and a purple iron pot suddenly appeared on the side of the bed. The iron pot was engraved with patterns of dragon patterns, and these dragon patterns resembled some kind of hieroglyphs. When these hieroglyphs were combined together, Another article, or an array, was formed, causing the aura to float around the iron pot, full of mysterious power!
"Good stuff!"

[Master, this is a dragon-pattern Ruyi pot made of pure iron ice crystals, with a little high-grade purple spirit stones added into it, and an ancient formation is sealed on the pot, which can destroy heaven and earth with infinite power!] ]

"So powerful?" Feng Qian's eyes lit up.

[However, with the current strength of the master, it is still unable to motivate it! ]

Feng Qian was immediately discouraged, but she also understood that artifacts always matched strength, and if you want to hold an artifact, you must have great strength.

While thinking, there was another bang, and an iron spoon fell from the sky, Feng Qian was startled.

"What is this?"

[This is a versatile spoon that matches the dragon pattern Ruyi pot! ]
"The ever-changing spoon?"

Feng Qian held the handle of the spoon and looked it over carefully. The material of the spoon and the pot was the same. Because a little high-grade purple spirit stone was added, the whole body of the spoon was purple. The handle of the spoon was also engraved with dense dragon patterns, like In another formation, the moment she held the handle of the spoon, she could clearly feel the fluctuation of spiritual energy. What made her even more incredible was that she felt that the spoon seemed to be an old friend she hadn't seen for many years. Intimacy!
"The end of the handle of this spoon is so weird. There are many vertical lines drawn on it, which look like graduation marks."

[Master, try turning the handle of the spoon to see. ]
Feng Qian tried to turn it slightly, and suddenly, with a click, the spoon turned into a shovel!
She was dumbfounded. It turned out that the iron spoon is such a versatile method. In this way, it can be used as both a spoon and a shovel. It can serve multiple purposes!

She tried to turn it again, wanting to see how it could change, but the iron spoon didn't move at all.

[Master, like the Dragon Pattern Ruyi Pot, the Ever-changing Qianjin Spoon needs to be continuously improved in order to trigger more functions. With your current strength, you can only activate one level of change at present. ]
Feng Qian sighed softly, turned the handle of the spoon back, and turned into a spoon again.

Ding——Ruyi Pot with Dragon Pattern: Body +1000, Defense +1000 (martial skill: cover the sky with one hand)
Ding——Variety-changing Qianjin Spoon: Physical strength +1000, combat power +1000 (Martial Skill: Sweeping Thousands of Armies)
Two lines of blue text came into her eyes!
"This is……"

[As the owner understands, the Dragon Pattern Ruyi Pot and the Variety Qianjin Spoon can be used not only for cooking, but also as auxiliary weapons for attack and defense. ]
A picture immediately appeared in Feng Qian's mind, a beautiful man was surrounded by a group of hooligans, at a critical juncture, she dropped from the sky with a pot in her left hand and a spoon in her right, and shouted: I am the pot and spoon man, the little thief takes his life— —

Shivering all over, Feng Qian shook her head vigorously, this scene is really too low!Too much damage to her image of a killer silver fox!
[Master, are you starting to learn the new skill of egg fried rice now? ]
"Egg fried rice still needs to be learned?"

In Feng Qian's disdainful expression, her eyes suddenly lit up, a golden light exploded, and a book written "Egg Fried Rice Skills Book" swirled toward her face.

Snapped!The book was silently poured into her forehead and disappeared without a trace.

Feng Qian shook her head, feeling a strange feeling, as if the recipe of egg fried rice had been deeply engraved in her mind and became a part of her body.

"It turns out that egg fried rice still has such a great knowledge. The ingredients used must be foods with spiritual energy, referred to as spiritual materials... This is not easy!"

While sighing, a murderous aura suddenly approached. This was an intuition she had developed after experiencing countless times of life and death. Her intuition never missed it!

(End of this chapter)