Liyue Fengxiangren of the original god

Xiangling rushed out holding a plate of dishes, with a plate of rice on her head, her eyes lit up when she saw Gu Sanqiu, and she came to her, waving a spatula.

"Squad leader, your ingredients are so interesting. I have never seen them before. The ones I have seen are of better quality!"

Xiangling's eyes were full of stars: "Can you sell me some, I want to make special dishes for the festival of Wanmintang."

"It contains aura, or elemental power, so even you guys and fellow practitioners must eat reasonably, let alone ordinary people."

Gu Sanqiu shook his head, then pointed to the plate of Jueyun pepper fried pork in Guoba's hand.

"For example, if you make a bowl of Wanmintang's special boiled fish, at most you can pick out a piece and chop it up and put it in the soup. It's unrealistic for you to promote it in Wanmintang."

When will this food material be able to circulate in Liyue's catering industry without hindrance, and if it is regarded as a common food material for thousands of households, Gu Sanqiu feels that it will not be far from Liyue's unification of Tivat.

Even if someone wants to come to Liyue to cause sabotage, or even kidnap the next generation to threaten this kind of dirty trick, if they are not some high-ranked masters, they will probably be formed by a group of children who can lift a thousand catties take it down

Not to mention anything else, just Dugu Shuo who has nothing to do and taught two-handed swordsmanship, if he can eat this kind of food all year round, it will not be a problem to crush a member of the advance team at this stage of strength.

However, with his current strength and identity, this kind of thing can only be shared among friends in a small range. If he wants to popularize it in Liyue Port, the outflow of ingredients must be uncontrollable.

He didn't want to be stared at by some strange guys every day. It's not unreasonable for the Gu family to relinquish their position as the leader of the Taoist sect and settle down in Liyue Port as a rich man.

"Hey, it turns out that's the case. No wonder crispy rice is very fond of eating. So it's such a nutritious thing."

Not to mention the predecessor of the crispy rice, as the servant partner of the little chef of Wanmintang, no matter how simple the ingredients are, they can become delicious in the hands of Xiangling, and this taste has long been cultivated.

Normally, the crispy rice would just steal a few pieces to eat, maybe for the sake of amusing Xiangling, and it is really rare for them to take away the dishes like today.

Xiangling turned her head, and then saw two empty plates, and the "sluggish" big face of the rice crust, pretending nothing happened.

"Critter!"

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Gu Sanqiu glanced at this creature who should be called Senior Patriarch, then nodded secretly.

Great, my own plan went very well.

Originally, according to the custom of dealing with people, no matter what, it is not allowed for guests to cook, but Guoba wants to run out when he sees Gu Sanqiu going into the kitchen, and he can't help it.

Knowing some inside information, Gu Sanqiu had no choice but to take out the ingredients he had saved, and then let Xiangling cook with a big hand, while he was an ordinary crowd sitting outside and watching playing cards.

Now it seems that this plan is very good, let Guoba realize how good the things he touched are, and then find a chance to cook a meal, and the name of "inheritance" of the dark cooking master can be taken out of Gu's head .

Reasonably speaking, due to the limitations of the ingredients themselves, there is actually a certain upper limit to the mix of flavors. No matter how unpalatable the food made by one of our ancestors, it shouldn't be so deep in the memory of this great god.

However, when he thought that it was the ancestor of his own Fengxiang lineage, Gu Sanqiu suddenly felt that this was still acceptable.

The Gu family, whose mind is not normal, is also a master of dark cuisine. It should be considered normal to be able to make some kind of dark taste that breaks through the restrictions of ingredients?

"Sister, are you finished here? It's time to eat."

Gu Sanqiu looked at the large stone table that he had made impromptu.

Well, the situation is stalemate and complicated.

"Brother Gu, Hall Master, since the food is ready, why don't you enjoy it first?"

Zhong Li looked up at Gu Sanqiu: "On our side, there are still some processes that have not been completed."

"When you finish dealing with it, it will be a matter of the year of the monkey."

Hu Tao complained: "I can tell that you won't be able to decide the winner in a short time!"

"Easy to handle."

Gu Sanqiu rolled up his sleeves: "I smashed the table with one palm, and I definitely solved the problem in a short time."

"Um?"

Ningguang and Beidou looked at Gu Sanqiu with oppressive eyes.

"I was wrong."

Gu Sanqiu jumped back without hesitation: "Old sister, you play first, I'll make you some simple meals and serve them."

It’s ok, let’s make another one for the crispy rice. If you don’t have a chance, you can create an opportunity yourself. It’s perfect!

"Let's go, it looks like these guys won't leave the table unless there's a winner."

Xingqiu shook his head helplessly. He also insisted that he had read poetry and books and had a superior IQ, but from the perspective of the spectators, this "game" felt a bit overwhelming.

Perhaps it was really like what Sanqiu said, the only way to solve this battle in a short time was to slap the table to pieces.

"Let's go, it seems that these few are considered opponents."

Xin Yan also shook her head helplessly, it was as if she met a friend who also liked rock and roll, and the mood of wishing to talk by candlelight at night was considered a normal description.

Gu Sanqiu rubbed his chin, he was considering whether to ban Liyue Qiannian from playing in future dinner parties.

This kind of extremely time-consuming and brain-intensive game, if you really want to worry about it, the next few days and nights will not be a problem at all.

Hu Tao, Xing Qiu and Chong Yun started to serve meals, while Xiang Ling sat at the dining table and guarded against the crispy rice, always paying attention to protecting their lunch dishes.

"Let's eat, let's eat, everyone is so familiar, you just entertain yourself."

Gu Sanqiu put down the juice and walked into the kitchen: "I'll make something simple for my sister."

Guoba's expression gradually became frightened, and then his eyes returned to the table full of dishes in front of him, and he immediately shook his body from side to side with a smile on his face.

"Gee~"

Cooking the wok on a high fire, supplemented by various spices, Gu Sanqiu threw all the ingredients into the pot quite simply, using the power of the wind element to control the distance between the ingredients and the frying pan to ensure that the temperature would not damage the quality of the ingredients.

"Tsk, it's almost like alchemy."

"Okay, here's the curry omelet rice for you guys."

Gu Sanqiu came out with a wooden tray, and used elemental power to condense a small crystallized pillar around the four of them to hold the food.

"According to everyone's taste needs, just pour the sauce in the pot according to the amount."

"Well, thank you, Brother Gu."

Zhongli nodded, and then glanced at the egg buns on the rice, which would vibrate slightly under the breeze, but they would not break.

"Interesting ingredients."

Now it happened that Ningguang and Beidou were fighting tentatively, and when Keqing sent a small group of troops to train, as a representative of a distant country, Zhongli chose to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, just in time for a meal.

Just as Zhong Li picked up the knife on the side, his trouser leg was grabbed by a small round hand.

"!!!"

Guoba had a frightened expression on his face, but his hands didn't stop.

"Cracker, what are you doing!"