Gourmets in the Heavens

That level of cuisine is tantamount to making a deal with the whole world, offering sacrifices, and non-master chefs can't reach the minimum limit at all.

Therefore, all he could do was to take out the semi-finished Jiangnan Hundred Flower Chicken that had been prepared and place it in front of the grave.

The steamed Jiangnan Hundred Flowers Chicken has a light golden skin. It has been cut in advance and placed in the middle of the plate. Two chicken wings are lined up on both sides of the plate. There is white and light pink shrimp paste inside, and it is absolutely unexpected that it is not chicken.

He used a little magic to maintain the temperature of the wooden box, so that the dish was still steaming hot when it was put out. Seeing this situation, Zhao Youqian took out another white daisy that had been cut and washed, and then thickened the chicken soup It was poured directly on the plate of the hundred-flower chicken, and finally the daisy petals were torn off and sprinkled on it.

When he finished everything, a golden light shot up into the sky and disappeared, illuminating the surroundings.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of gently plucking the strings, as if a woman in embroidered clothes from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River was holding a pipa and singing, and the eyes were full of that gentle style.

The aroma of chrysanthemums was slowly activated by the boiling hot Gorgon juice, soaking the entire tomb with a bit of autumn aroma.

Hong Yi, who was originally immersed in nostalgia for his mother, was awakened by Zhao Youqian's "Jiangnan Hundred Flowers Chicken".

Can't help showing surprise.

"Brother really attaches great importance to my mother..."

"Here is my little brother, thank you on behalf of my late mother!"

Standing up and patting the dust off his body, Hong Yi bowed solemnly.

Zhao Youqian also accepted it calmly.

After all, if it is an ordinary person, there is no chance for him to make this dish.

Even in the gourmet world, he has never cooked this dish a few times, and he has always cherished it very much as the bottom of the box.

"It's for sacrifice, let me help you..."

After learning the way of sacrificial rituals, Zhao Youqian has a very good understanding of these things. There are also opinions on how to make sacrifices available to ancestors and gods.

Holding the Jiangnan Hundred Flower Chicken in both hands, he communicated with the heaven and the earth with his mind, and then solemnly handed it over to Hong Yi, and asked him to hand it to the grave.

The light that was visible to the naked eye on the Hundred Flowers Chicken gradually faded, so that in the end it became a dish that seemed extremely simple, with nothing special at all, even after the aroma dissipated.

Only then did Zhao Youqian stop praying.

Seeing this scene, Hong Yi couldn't help feeling a little throbbing in his heart.

"Brother, this..."

Without Hong Yi explaining clearly, Zhao Youqian knew what he was thinking.

"There is no ghost in this world, the lamp is extinguished after death, your mother has exhausted her Taoism cultivation, and her soul is weaker than ordinary people. Don't think about it."

"The sacrifice is just to make a little bit of true spirit in the dark stronger, so that in the natural reincarnation, it will not return to the ruins in the end, reincarnated as a grass, tree, animal, and protect one's body."

After listening to Zhao Youqian's words, the brilliance in Hong Yi's eyes obviously dimmed a bit, but this is something he already knew, and he was not too disappointed, on the contrary, he was more grateful for Zhao Yougan's sacrifice.

Being able to retain the true spirit and become a human again is already something that many people can only dream of after death.

Bowing again to be grateful, Hong Yi didn't say anything this time, knowing that Zhao Youqian didn't care about it, but he still had to keep this matter firmly in his heart.

At this moment, there were bursts of howling jackals around the tomb. Obviously, the vision and aroma of the Jiangnan Hundred Flower Chicken had attracted many uninvited guests.

Hong Yi wasn't surprised at all, this west mountain was already full of wild beasts, just when he was about to mark this burial mound as a forbidden area, so that those tigers, leopards, wolves and foxes would not dare to enter.

Suddenly, from the jungle, several little foxes covered in white all over jumped out.

When they came in front of Hong Yi and Zhao Youqian, they didn't seem to expect to meet humans. The little foxes froze like children for a moment, then turned around and ran away suddenly.

On the contrary, Hong Yi couldn't help smiling.

"What? Do you want to meet this family?"

"In order not to prevent these spiritual little guys from being beaten as prey by those princes and nobles."

Zhao Youqian looked at the figures of those little foxes fleeing in embarrassment, and it was quite interesting, and he spoke to Hong Yi who was beside him.

I also want him to come out of the depressed mood of sweeping the grave.

I understand this, but those little foxes are really cute, and Hong Yi doesn't reject this.

What's more, he saw the Amitabha Sutra, and it was considered a bit of karma. Since it was destined for these little pure foxes to come to him, he naturally wanted to see them, and even take care of them...

Chapter 65 Eight Fairies

Those little snow-white foxes are a different species among foxes, and they are called 'pure foxes'.

Not to mention quite psychic, it is snow-white all over without a trace of variegated hair. It is the favorite high-quality fur of many princes and nobles in Yujing City.

Because of this, the number of these pure foxes has dropped sharply in the past few years, and now a whole piece of fur has been fired to be worth thousands of dollars.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that there are still many pure foxes in the Xishan Mountains outside Yujing.

These little foxes are moving fast in the jungle, as if a few snowballs are turning in the jungle. Although the fur is conspicuous, the speed is really not slow. It seems that there is some breeze around them, and it is even faster than those birds. Swept away.

Almost after running away from Zhao Youqian and Hong Yi for a few breaths, they have already arrived several miles away.

When they got here, the little foxes stopped and took a breath.

Then they shirked and fought with each other, as if they were blaming each other, but it was not a safe place after all, and soon these little foxes started running again.

In the blink of an eye, he was submerged in the depths of the West Mountain, a place that is really inaccessible.

Here, even woodcutters and hunters don't have many human paths, and more of them are animal paths stepped on by larger animals.