Sky War Soul

Chuyun smiled with confidence, and he was also proud of his face. He asked, "to tell you the truth, how do I make this dish of fried rice with eggs?"

When the voice fell, no one even paid attention to him.

Looking around, I can see Mutu, shibatian and Li Yaoxing are fighting for that small plate of fried rice with eggs. They scoop it up crazily and send it to their mouths. They are sweating all over. It seems that if they slow down a bit, they will be robbed by others.

"Listen to me, not to..."

Chu Yun couldn't laugh or cry, so he quickly persuaded them.

Isn't it fried rice with eggs? It's not as much as you want. There's no need to rush.

Soon, this dish of fried rice with eggs was finished.

The three of them licked their lips and hurriedly asked, "is there anything else? We haven't had enough! "

"In fact, it's not difficult to make this thing, and the cost is not high. If you want to eat it," I'll make it for you later!

Chu Yun made great efforts to appease them.

"Now, I need you to give me an accurate judgment. How does this dish of fried rice with eggs taste? Don't flatter me and tell me your most real ideas, because it is related to the success of transformation of zuimengge in the future, so please be careful! "

Chu Yun put away his smile and took it seriously.

He would like to know, in front of them, how much magic the egg fried rice has.

The stone has broken the sky, lived for nearly 20000 years, crisscrossed and crossed all the major planes, and I don't know how many delicacies I have tasted.

Li Yaoxing, he also likes eating very much, and has a lot of research on eating.

As for Mutu, as a demon king of the twelve heavens, he was also a foodie.

If judged by them, they should be able to get more accurate answers.

"Whoo."

Stone breathed out a breath, excited face red, just like the stone pulled out of the fire: "delicious!"! It's so delicious! If I have to use two words to describe it, it's cow b! "

Because all kinds of ingredients are top-grade, the fried rice with eggs is not greasy at all. The egg liquid is wrapped on each rice, which can send out the fragrance to the extreme. The key is soft and not hard, and it has the taste of waxy and glutinous. The rice grains are loose and will not stick together.

To be able to eat a plate of fried rice with eggs is the best enjoyment!

"How illiterate!"

With his hands on his back, Mutu said: "what do we see from the stone? See the importance of reading! You must study hard, or you will not know what to use to describe good things except cow b! "

With that, Mutu took a deep breath and gave a thumbs up and said, "this thing should only be in the sky. How many times can it be tasted in the world?"

What is Li Yaoxing's identity? It's one of the four Taicang masters!

In his life, he has never tasted anything or tasted anything delicious?

Now, there is an impulse to lick the plate.

"Don't be afraid! Be restrained! I am Taicang four, I am a martial arts myth, and in front of adults, I can't lose face like this! "

Li Yaoxing closed his eyes and slowed down for a long time before he suppressed the urge to lick the plate.

He moved his lips and whispered, "brother chuyun, can you make me another one? I'd like to trade it for a supernatural spirit soldier! "

There is no rhetoric. The oldest and most simple way to praise is "another one".

"No, we'll have another one too! No, two! "

Hearing this, stone broke the sky and quit working with Mutu.

Chu Yun laughs and sees the reaction of the three people. He has a bottom in his heart.

To save zuimengge, start with a bowl of fried rice with eggs!

After ink pool went home, I met grandpa Moyuan.

He told the story of the ink god fire to Grandpa.

After hearing this, Mo yuan immediately realized that this was a good opportunity that could not be missed. He quickly took out a legendary spirit soldier and gave it to Mo Chi, and wanted to go with him.

"They should be in the drunken dream Pavilion at the moment."

Mochi remembered that Chu Yun had said that he would go to the drunken dream pavilion to celebrate.

Hearing this, Moyuan's expression was somewhat complicated: "you said, they went to the drunken dream pavilion?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

Ink pool doubts.

Mo Yuan said with a wry smile, "I heard that the Zhen family didn't want to hand over the drunken dream Pavilion so easily, so they ordered all the famous cooks, geisha, pastry makers and winemakers in the drunken dream pavilion to quit the job, that is to say, they wanted to give up an empty shell to Li Yaoxing!"

"What?"

Ink pool is terrible. I didn't expect the Zhen family could play this kind of tricks.

The meaning is very simple. Although I lost the drunken dream pavilion to you, I will encourage everyone in the drunken dream pavilion to leave. What can you do?

If it's hard, we need to keep it?

Even if you know what I think, even if you jump in anger, there is no way.

Unless, you are willing to really tear your face with my Zhen family!

After we get these people, we can build another "drunken dream Pavilion" with a lot of money. At that time, your so-called "drunken dream Pavilion" only has empty shells, and here we are the original "drunken dream Pavilion"!

Obviously, they have such thoughts.

"Will Chu Yun have a conflict with Zhen's family when he rushes in?"

Ink pool suddenly thought of this, but then shook his head and said, "with him, there should be no danger."

"This is a dispute between the Zhen family and the Li family. Our Mohist family is not suitable to intervene, but this transaction has to be done! Come on, let's go! "

Mo yuan is very decisive in his work. What he thinks of, he is very vigorous, and there is absolutely no drag.

They set out for the drunken dream Pavilion.

After that, Moyuan realized that the atmosphere was a little strange.

Why is the drunken dream Pavilion so quiet today?

There are many people around the square.

The next second, Moyuan smelled a strong smell of blood, and suddenly his expression changed, his figure flashed into the crowd.

In front of the drunken dream Pavilion, the body fell to the ground and blood flowed.

The strong smell of blood rises to the sky.

Seeing the first body, Moyuan's expression changed greatly.

Ghost chef Jiang Yun?

For him, of course, Moyuan was very impressed.

Because of myself, I like to eat the dishes made by guichu Jiangyun.

Not only himself, many of the title lords are very fond of the craftsmanship of ghost chef Jiang Yun. He came to zuimengge for cooking in three days.

Now, the ghost chef Jiang Yun is so dead

Moyuan continued to look at many famous cooks, winemakers, pastry makers and several geishas, all of whom had fallen into a pool of blood and were stiff, apparently dead for a long time.

They are all core members of zuimengge!

It is no exaggeration to say that they are supporting the operation of the drunken dream Pavilion.

As for who shot it, Moyuan can think of it.

Li Yaoxing!

Besides him, who dares to kill the Zhen family?

"It's too cruel. There's no one alive."

"This is a challenge to the Zhen family!"

"At the end of the day, Li and Zhen will have a fight!"

"I didn't expect this day to come so soon."

“……”

All those cultivators around sighed.

Mo yuan pulls up the ink pool, turns the figure into a streamer, and steps into the drunken dream Pavilion.

As soon as he entered, Moyuan was fascinated by the smell of rice.

Such a fragrant taste made him have a big appetite in an instant, and he would like to eat haisai.

But I haven't eaten for a long time. As early as the banquet, I don't have any appetite for so many delicacies made by the imperial chef, or even the mood to taste them.

But now, it's strange that the taste buds are tickled by a fragrance, and saliva is continuously secreted in the mouth.

Ink pool, too.

He only felt a little dry mouth and asked in a low voice: "this What's the taste? It's so fragrant... "

After entering the door, I happened to see Chu Yun, Li Yaoxing, Shi ditian and Mutu, surrounded by the table in the door. One person was holding a large basin and constantly grabbing the rice inside. He was very happy.

Especially Li Yaoxing, at this moment, how could he have any reserve of martial arts myth?

When you chew a mouthful of rice grains, you can't believe it.

Don't you know that people who eat and talk are the most annoying?

Come on It's killing me!

In the basin, the rice grains are golden, full and fragrant.

Moyuan's Adam's apple stirred and he couldn't help but walk forward and ask: "you What are you eating and Is there any left? Here Give me some... "

These words are really embarrassing.

I'm the supremacy of the title. I have to shake three times to stamp my feet. Now I have to cook for a bowl of rice. I'm so humble.

It will definitely make people laugh.

But there's no way.

Who makes this meal so delicious?

Just look at it, not to mention eat it.

"Well, there's a small bowl. You can share it with me..."

Even when he spoke, Shi Liaotian was a little inarticulate.

He eats the most and eats the fastest.

No way, because of the status problem, Li Yaoxing did not dare to rob him. He could only swallow his anger.

Therefore, the scrambled rice with eggs is the most popular.

There is only a small bowl left on the table.

How small is the bowl?

Palm size.

Not enough for two stutters!

Mo yuan's eyes brightened, and he didn't feel disgusted at all. He took the bowl of fried rice with eggs and scooped it up to the entrance.

Nima.

Is Laozi living in the fairyland?

How How could there be such delicious food!

What are those delicacies I used to eat? Compared with this bowl of rice, they are all pale!

That's what enjoyment is!

"Grandpa, you Don't patronize yourself and give me a taste! "

Ink pool was a little worried. He coughed a few times and stared.

What is high cold, what temperament, what dignity?

Under this bowl of fried rice with eggs, all of them have been abandoned!

Mo yuan reluctantly points out a little and hands it to the ink pool.

After chewing the ink pool for a few times, his eyes straightened.

Soon, the two joined the line to grab food.

A big pot of fried rice with eggs made by Chu Yun was soon wiped out.

"Do you think that the fried rice with eggs has all colors and flavors, which is enough to become the signboard of our drunken dream pavilion?"

Chu Yun grinned and took out a glass bottle. He saw that it contained a piece of black liquid, and it was still covered with bubbles: "why don't you try this again?"