Food: Who uses an electric rice cooker to make elixirs?

While the disciples of several sects were eating and drinking, others were not idle either.

The Medicine King Hall had previously tied up... um, hired a bunch of mortal chefs, hoping to learn about Zhu Fan's spiritual cooking skills by watching them cook.

During the daytime weapon refiners' competition, several mortal chefs sharpened their knives and rushed to the monster.

At first, everyone was so scared of the monster that they could hardly hold their knives.

Then the Medicine King Hall took out a little money as a reward.

The chefs: Brothers, let's do it! Even if there is a monster king today, we have to stew it in the pot!

The chefs went up heroically.

Then they failed in the first step, cutting the meat.

When Zhu Fan was chopping the bones of the beast, he broke his knife. At that time, he was still a cultivator, and these chefs were ordinary people. The result can be imagined.

Looking at the several kitchen knives that died before they could accomplish their mission, everyone fell into deep thought.

So, the Medicine King Hall had no choice but to let the disciples cut the meat for them according to the instructions of the chefs.

The disciples cut a few times, and the cooks were silent.

Well, the cuts were pretty good, but the pieces were a bit big, and the bones were cut in.

One of them was so heavy that he even cut the chopping board...

Table: Thank you for letting me escape.

If the assistants of the chefs had cut it, they would have scolded them long ago.

The cooks wanted to say something but stopped. They looked at the monster and the knives in the hands of the disciples, but they didn't dare to say anything.

The cooks who dared not speak tried to cook as usual.

The disciples of the Medicine King Hall followed Zhu Fan and started to light the spiritual fire.

But you have to know that the temperature difference between the stove fire that the cooks usually use dry firewood and the spiritual fire used by the disciples of the Medicine King Hall is not a little bit.

The disciples of the Medicine King Hall usually make pills and are used to high temperature spiritual fire. How could the cooks of the Fan family have never encountered such a scene? They were all messed up on the spot...

There is a saying that there are only a few ways to succeed, but there are countless reasons for failure.

Finally, the finished product in front of the elder of Medicine King Hall was a mass of black unknown substance.

Elder of Medicine King Hall: ???

Didn't they say that these guys are all restaurant chefs and are also famous in the mortal world?

This thing is very popular in the mortal world?

I suspect you are making fun of me...

The elder of Medicine King Hall, who was born in a noble family, was a little annoyed, and suppressed his anger and asked a few people what was going on.

The chefs trembled and dared not say the reason.

Even if you lend them ten courages, they dare not throw the pot to the disciples of Medicine King Hall.

They can only shrink over there like quails, silent.

Finally, the elder of Medicine King Hall stood aside, intending to watch their cooking process and find out the reason.

Then, seeing the chopping board cut by the disciples and the bottom of the pot that was almost burned through, he fell into deep thought...

The elder of Medicine King Hall felt that he understood.

So, he found a few disciples from ordinary backgrounds, and asked the cooks to demonstrate with ordinary meat first, and then asked the disciples to cut meat and cook fire according to the instructions... Several practitioners were turned into wage earners by life...

Finally, with the efforts of the disciples, several plates of dishes that looked quite good were cooked.

The elder of the Medicine King Hall nodded with satisfaction.

This is what people eat!

Although it doesn't smell as tempting as that spiritual chef boy, it is at least a bit interesting!

I just don't know how effective it is...

With expectations, the elder of the Medicine King Hall picked up a meatball with chopsticks and put it in his mouth...

Emmm...

Then, he put the meat down expressionlessly.

It can only be said that there is a reason for practitioners to fast.

Because after practicing, the five senses of the practitioners are very sensitive. Some tastes and smells that ordinary people can't taste or smell are as obvious to them as flash bombs in the dark.

Delicious spiritual fruits are a pleasure for them, and the defects of food are a disaster for them.

These chefs have never tried to cook with monster meat, so it is normal that they cannot control the heat and seasoning properly.

Moreover, the quality of some seasonings and ingredients in ancient times is not as good as the careful preparation of modern industry, and the taste is more than a little worse.

In short, due to various reasons, the meat was overcooked and old, the seasoning ratio was wrong, and the preparation work for removing the fishy smell was not done enough...

All problems were exposed under the elder's sharp tongue.

If you pour a spoonful of salt on your tongue, you can probably feel what the elder feels...

The elder endured the discomfort, ate the meatballs, and then carefully felt the spiritual power inside.

He felt it for a long time...

He felt it, but he always felt that something was wrong.

He thought for a while and understood what was wrong- after all this trouble, isn't the spiritual power inside still the same?

What's the difference between this and the poor body cultivators who inserted a stick and roasted it?

Although the taste may be better than that of the poor body cultivators...

But what about the effect?

What about the special ability I want? What about the effect of strengthening qi and blood?

Why not?

If there is no strengthening effect, what are you doing all this trouble for?

I'll find a poor body cultivator and throw him a spiritual stone. He can roast dozens of pigs for me. Is it necessary to spend all this time cutting, kneading, seasoning and frying?

The elder of Medicine King Hall felt a little uncomfortable.

He thought about it, maybe Zhu Fan could make those functional foods because he had some special techniques.

Just like a talisman master, every stroke of his is filled with spiritual power. What can it do if you just find a mortal to copy it? It's impossible for it to be useful.

The elder of Medicine King Hall changed his mind and cast his eyes on several disciples who were helping.

The disciples shivered, and then heard the elder of Medicine King Hall say:

"You, learn to cook from these chefs, and you must learn how to make meatballs!"

Disciples:???

Me?

Learn to cook???

No, elder, even if the spiritual chef's skills are very good, isn't it a bit...

The elder of the Medicine King Hall didn't care what the disciples thought. After he made the arrangements, he left, planning to find a place to eat some spiritual fruits to wash the taste off his tongue.

A few disciples were left staring at the chefs.

A disciple of the Medicine King Hall was stunned for a while, and suddenly took out a pen and paper and started writing a letter.

A senior brother next to him asked him curiously:"Junior brother, what are you doing?"

The Medicine King Hall disciple wrote quickly, saying:

"Brother, you don’t know that my father is actually a cook. It’s just that when I was ten years old, I followed my master to practice in the Medicine King Hall."

"When I left home, my father kept talking to me, telling me to change my fate, practice hard, and if I had a bright future, I wouldn't have to continue to be a chef and cook for others."

"Today, I will tell him——"

"Even if I become successful, I still have to cook for others!"