I grab red envelopes with the gods

Chapter 173 The Ignorant Yang Feng, The God of Cookery
"Really so powerful?" Yang Feng pretended to be a little suspicious, but in fact he didn't doubt at all, and even looked forward to it.

It is estimated that not everyone has eaten the works of God of Cookery even if they are gods.

The God of Cookery couldn't bear it at that time, and dropped a drop of God of Cookery soup into the wine glass.

Yang Feng originally thought that the soup base itself should be very rich, but he never expected that the soup base in the jade bottle was completely transparent and clear liquid.

A very small drop of soup base fell into the cup, and the water in the cup seemed to have no change at all.

This trace is obviously that the God of Cookery used his immortal power when pouring, and took out a very small drop from the jade bottle, probably a thousandth of a drop.

"Your body cannot fully bear the essence in it, so I only took a small amount, but it is enough for you to taste the taste"

Yang Feng picked up the cup tentatively, and took a sip of "clear water" lightly.

"This..." Yang Feng's eyes widened.

The indescribably delicious soup is like bursting at the moment it touches the tip of the tongue. A small amount of soup like a trickle brings the impact of a surging river. The waves of beauty make the tip of the tongue feel crispy. Crunchy feeling.Yang Feng couldn't help but have the urge to bite off his tongue.

When the soup flows into one of the throats, the bones of the whole body seem to have been turned into cotton, and the limp wants to lie in the grass and breathe the smell of green grass and the smell of soil, everything seems to return to the original.

This is just the first shock.

Afterwards, Yang Feng felt various smells and tastes from the soup, as if he was soaring in the mountains and seas.Every time the taste is completely different, but there is absolutely no confusion.

And because this is the work of the God of Cookery, Yang Feng felt that his spiritual power was actually increasing. Although it was not as effective as the cold moon wine, it was also many times faster than the self-increasing.

It took a long time for Yang Feng to recover from the almost crazy intoxication and the extreme impact, and he cupped his fists in respect and bowed: "God of Cookery!"

Needless to say, these two words are the greatest respect for him. Only this person who has spent endless years on food can create such a miracle.

Even if he respected him very much, Yang Feng had to make a move, he had to get this thing.

"Worthy of being the God of Cookery, this is a miracle of heaven and earth. He can turn a cup of cold water into such a wonderful and magical soup with one-thousandth of a drop of soup! What a pity, this thing must be very precious, otherwise I would be kneeling Ask and ask for some."

After hearing this, the God of Cookery laughed happily. He didn't care about his identity as a god, and he actually hooked up with Yang Feng and counted the materials he used carefully: "Don't look at my world first. , it contains the top ingredients in the Three Realms."

Yang Feng was in a cold sweat, this is a real fairy, anyone would be nervous seeing him, let alone hooking him up.

"Even this river water is taken from the Misty Immortal Mountain of the Three Realms that no one has set foot on. Back then, it was because I forcibly sealed the Misty Immortal Mountain and monopolized the water source that caused public outrage in the fairy world."

"The God of Cookery is so courageous" Other than that, Yang Feng had nothing to say to him.Falling out with the whole fairy world in order to get some water for cooking is a more serious reason than making trouble in the Heavenly Palace.

"Thanks to Nuwa for helping me cut this piece of spiritual land from the original place and bring it to this place. In the fairy world, only Nuwa is so kind."

Yang Feng wanted to ask him a little bit: Are you sure Nuwa's purpose is to save you, not to trick you into helping to stare at this world.

Nu Wa not only successfully made the God of Cookery obediently guard this place, but also made him grateful all the time, and there was no one else.

No wonder there is that sentence: The longest road I have traveled is your routine!

The God of Cookery focused his eyes on the soup base of the God of Cookery, and nodded very reluctantly.

"Since you like it so much, I will give you a bottle, but you must remember to use it well, not too much, otherwise your body may not be able to withstand it"

"Thank you very much!" Yang Feng looked at the big bottle of lost spirit soup base, thinking about what kind of food company he could start later, adding a drop to the water could create a lot of peace, it was invincible.

Of course, the premise is that he can finish tearing up the book of life and death in hell alive, and take Lin Qingyu and Ling Xue back home.

However, Yang Feng soon realized that something was wrong, because the God of Cookery actually took out a gourd, obviously planning to use this gourd to dress Yang Feng.

But this gourd is also a bit of a problem!

"Senior God of Cookery, did you take the wrong container?" Yang Feng looked at the miniature gourd that was only the size of a little finger in the hands of God of Cookery. A gourd of this size can only hold a few drops.

I've seen stingy people, but I've never seen such stingy ones. Aren't you the God of Cookery?

Seeing a mortal looking at him with such eyes, the God of Cookery couldn't help being a little embarrassed. "It was indeed a mistake!"

This time the God of Cookery changed a gourd, which seemed to be half the size of the original gourd.

The God of Cookery reluctantly filled the gourd and threw it to him.

If you want it, don’t forget it, this is the attitude of the God of Cookery.

Yang Feng understood that if he was not satisfied, he would be greedy, so he picked it up happily.So much is actually not too little, and it is estimated that there will be a lot left after using it once in hell.

This is a good opportunity to keep Lingxi. I think the last time I sent Lingxi away was the half bottle of cold moon wine. If it is not delicious, Lingxi will stick to it for the rest of my life.

"Thank you for the gift, I must let the whole world know that you are a well-deserved true chef" Yang Feng began to walk backwards, and it would be better if he didn't run away at this time.

At the moment Yang Feng exited the nine-story delicacy tower, countless white threads appeared in the eyes of the God of Cookery, and these lines were connected to the God of Cookery's body.

With every thought and movement of Yang Feng, the auspicious cloud landed. Holding the rusty sword in his left hand and a small gourd in his right hand, he stepped on the auspicious cloud and headed towards Butian City.

The God of Cookery frowned when he saw these white lines.

With a wave of the God of Cookery, these lines disappeared, but he knew that it was just hidden.

"There are so many causes and effects, Tu Xian wouldn't be able to!" The God of Cookery pinched his fingers, but found nothing, and could only roughly calculate based on countless years of practice: "There are gods and Buddhas who are going to fall, and they are still with me. Related, this, this, this."

The God of Cookery moved and appeared on the third floor of the nine-story delicacy tower. Lingxi had already used her powerful strength to lead Dao Xiaoqing to eat the entire floor, and the places he passed were full of mess.

"Little Lingxi, who are you here with this time, and what are you doing here?" The God of Cookery has not been in such a hurry as he is today for countless years.

Lingxi drank a bowl of fresh soup, and then said casually: "I came with Xiaoshu, cut off the book of life and death, and helped King Ksitigarbha pass away. Seal"

The God of Cookery interrupted Lingxi: "Don't say it, it's a serious matter! You girl really don't know the importance!"

"That's right, Uncle Cookery God, what does passing away mean?"

The God of Cookery quickly cast a spell, and a bird's-eye view of the world appeared in his eyes, but a thick fog blocked everything, and he couldn't even find Yang Feng's location.

"In this case, I'll go out and look for that kid!" The God of Cookery appeared outside the door of the Nine-story Delicacy Pagoda in a flash, and was about to chase Yang Feng when a few red petals fell from the sky. back.

The God of Cookery who didn't dare to go out in the tower had an innocent face: "Damn it, you actually got a mortal to drag me into the water!"

The little book in a certain cave smiled treacherously: "Tsk tsk, as expected of Nuwa, she can even make out the red lotus calamity, so the God of Cookery has to follow me obediently. People are too old now. If not, who should I turn to next?"

(End of this chapter)