Food rights and wine beauty: turn a god to farm

Chapter 575 Eighth Grade
The grade identification of dishes is not artificial, but is identified through special instruments.

This kind of magic weapon is a square object, the whole body is white, like a whole piece of white jade carved, with many fine inscription patterns carved on the outside, and a small hollowed out space inside, just put the cooked dishes in, the magic The twelve beads inlaid on the utensil will light up according to the level, and the number of lights is the level of the dish.

The change in the color of the magic weapon itself is related to the attributes contained in the theory of dishes.

Feng Qingyu was the first to be identified. After the identification, her dragon spirit fish was unexpectedly graded at the seventh-level top-grade, pure water element, with a purity of 90.00%, which is quite high.

Being able to make seventh-level dishes means that the other party is already a seventh-rank spiritual chef, and her dishes are still top-grade, which means that she may not be far from being promoted to eighth-rank.

Many people showed surprise on their faces.

It is more and more difficult for the Ling Chef to be promoted. Last year, Feng Qingyu was a sixth-rank Lingche. I thought that even if she made some progress, she would at most enter the seventh-rank quasi-rank, but she did not expect that the other party might have already entered the quasi-eighth rank. The promotion is too fast, what has she done in the past two years.

The improvement of the spiritual chef is not like ordinary cultivation, it only needs to absorb spiritual energy and then switch to cultivation.

Feng Qingyu stood aside, watching the dishes being sent to the judging table, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and her jaw was slightly raised, with a kind of self-confidence that looked down on the world, and she was indeed confident that no one here could compare to her.

Now her rank is not quasi-eighth rank, but positive eighth rank, which she obtained in the family experience channel within half a year.

On the judging stand were three quasi-eleventh-rank spiritual chefs, all of whom were elders in the Taotie Immortal Palace.

They were also surprised by the results of Feng Qingyu's assessment. He was only over 300 years old, but he was able to enter the quasi-eight ranks, which shows that he is also very talented in cooking.

The three of them tasted the dragon spirit fish respectively, then nodded and gave the expected comments and scores.

Looking at the score, Feng Qingyu lowered her eyes slightly, and bowed to the three spirit chefs.

That score was quite high, and everyone who saw her assessment results thought she was No.1 and had no choice but to run away.

But soon this cognition was broken.

The person following her is Mu Yuan.

What Mu Yuan made was sweet soup, and the level of firmness was actually the same as that of Feng Qingyu.

This is already incredible, but the ingredients he got were slightly inferior to Feng Qingyu, but he got such a result, which meant that the strength of the other party might surpass Feng Qingyu.

Of course, it may also be luck, but more people are willing to believe that it is strength.

The surrounding people began to whisper and really paid attention to this person, and then recognized that this was also one of the dark horses in this competition, and the opponent was even a casual cultivator.

An eighth-rank travel chef immediately activated the minds of many families or sects.

Casual cultivation means that you can recruit, even if you can't recruit, it's good to make friends.

"I didn't expect that there would be two quasi-eighth-rank or eighth-rank spiritual chefs this year, and they were still rivals. It seems that it will be difficult for Feng Qingyu to win the championship."

"This is wonderful, but what I'm more curious about is the soup he made. It's the first time someone made soup in a competition, and it's ingenious."

"Anyway, it's definitely not that bad, and the culinary skills of Lingchu who can reach the sixth rank are all outstanding."

"But I'm still more optimistic about Feng Qingyu."

There was a lot of discussion below, and many people have already started to inquire about Mu Yuan.

Mu Yuan was not surprised by the result.

Although he hasn't been in the kitchen for some reason these years, in fact he hasn't been neglected.

He followed the way of alchemy, but he found out the route connecting the two. All the training also revolved around cooking. For him, it was just a lack of production.

After deciding to participate in the Taotie Conference, he began to focus on contact.

This soup was also inspired by An Ning.

When it comes to making soup, An Ning prefers to make soup, but the spirit chefs in the ancient continent generally like to make clear soup or thick soup, and such soups are rare.

Therefore, many people expressed curiosity, because they zoomed in through the light curtain, and saw that there seemed to be no special ingredients in the soup, just simple melon flesh and some fruit flesh.

However, the other party actually directly hollowed out the golden basket and used it as a soup vessel for stewing, which is quite thoughtful.

The soup was presented and scooped into white jade bowls.

Gently stir with the spoon, the viscous texture is like honey, and the faint fragrance has the taste of golden basket, which is very pure.

The ingredients inside are also very simple, just a few common spirit fruits made into small balls, the white balls float up and down in the thick soup, and the red chopped jujube meat is mixed in the soup, which seems to be distributed regularly With that, it has been affirmed visually.

However, the soup is so thick as honey, but it is hard to guarantee that it will not be too sweet.

The three observed it for a while, then took a spoonful and drank it.

The next moment, the three of them paused for a while, swallowed the soup lightly, looked at each other, then looked at Tangtang, and then at Mu Yuan, with an easy-going smile on their faces.

"Your name is Mu Yuan? Do you have a teacher?" The person who asked was Qing Yuan, an elder from Zhenxiu Pavilion of Taotie Immortal Palace.

The other party looked at Mu Yuan with admiration in his eyes, and after asking this sentence, it was already obvious what it meant.

When the other contestants who lined up firmly all around heard this, envy flashed in their eyes.

Although Mu Yuan may already be at the eighth rank, the strength of the spiritual chef is not only reflected in the rank, not to mention the promotion of each level after the eighth rank is more difficult, and it even takes thousands of years to study.

The Taotie Immortal Palace is not only desirable because there are many powerful spirit chefs in it, but also because of its background, even if you only learn superficial things in it, it will be good enough for a lifetime.

In this case, even if there is a teacher, they can't help but want to deny it.

But Mu Yuan just bowed slightly, then nodded slightly.

When Qingyuan heard the words, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, but he was not too surprised.

From the other party's soup, it can be judged that he must have received orthodox learning and training. If no one teaches, it will be difficult.

It's like acting. The so-called academics and folks, even if they are similar in strength, the difference is obvious.

He could even guess that the other party's apprentice might come from a certain family or sect.

Qingyuan didn't continue this topic, but began to comment with a smile.

Mu Yuan still looked indifferent, but his eyes were serious.

The other two also gave evaluations one after another. Although the final score was not as high as Feng Qingyu's, it was only a little behind her.

This made Feng Qingyu's face look a little unsightly, his eyes swept towards the other party from time to time, his brows were slightly frowned, and his heart became a little more serious.

After the two, other works were presented one after another.

But they couldn't surpass these two, and some of them performed better, but with Feng Qingyu and Mu Yuanzhuyu in front, it always seemed a little bleak.

(End of this chapter)