Chapter 100
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Rebirth women are also looking forward to it.
Although it's the same thing, it's all gone with your highness nine, but the consequences are definitely different.
Huan Qinyan felt starved. She came out of the space early in the morning and didn't eat anything. She was going to look for food.
No accident, everything is going according to the original plan.
***
Huan Qingyan went to the old soup room.
Huan Jiuli happily welcomed her in and took out his prepared spiritual dishes, which looked like more than ten plates, and put them in front of Huan Qingyan.
He gestured with his hand to give Huan Qingyan something to eat.
Huan Qingyan looked at the dishes in front of him, such as red and white, light vegetable fried Pipa shrimp, stewed Tremella golden leaf soup, magic house first-class pot, fairy fried balls, lotus leaf powder steamed mutton and so on.
"Thank you, brother Jiuli!"
Cooks need mental strength to cook these foods with aura.
An intermediate chef can only cook 50 Lingqi dishes a day at most. If he does more, he will be exhausted and have a splitting headache.
Can't practice.
Therefore, the cultivation of gastronomists is generally not very high, especially the high-level gastronomists who often cook spiritual dishes. They have no time and mental strength to practice, and devote themselves to studying dishes all day.
Huan Jiuli ho ho smiled and looked at Huan Qingyan to eat with satisfaction.
"Brother Jiuli, you eat together. You are also a spiritual master. You made it yourself. It's not cost-effective to give me food alone!" Huan Qingyan ate a fried ball.
Huan Jiuli waved his hand. He pointed to his wrist and seemed to be saying that his star capital was low and his aura food materials were few. Let Huan Qingyan eat alone.
Huan Qinyan knew what he meant and greeted him, "I know you're worried about Dad's absence. There's not enough aura ingredients in the future. Let me eat alone. It's okay. I'll find a way to use aura ingredients."
There is plenty of space to keep the standard of filling the old Tatang.
Even if magic Jiuli finds something wrong, he should not tell others.
Unreal Jiuli stood beside him, foolishly happy.
"Brother Jiuli, you can only concentrate on making spiritual food you eat. After you eat enough, the rest of your spiritual power will be used to cultivate and improve your spiritual master level..."
Huan Jiuli shook his head, ho ho ho
"Brother Jiuli, don't worry about me. I'm an egg star. I also have an ancient bowl handed down by my father. I can do it myself and often. I can also exercise the level of gastronomy master. But you can protect me and protect our fantasy home quickly. Isn't it? What if there are high-level spiritual masters to bully us? Brother Jiuli can help me beat them away..." She has an ancient bowl space and has no mental strength. She can go into the space and rest for half an hour, and then she will return to full state.
You can continue to make spiritual food and provide yourself with food and clothing. There is no problem
Magic Jiuli seems to be moved and his fists are pinched.
He will be strong enough to protect the phantom's face and the phantom family.
Pointed to the outside, made another cultivation posture, and turned out of the old soup tower.
"Hey, why are you running so fast? It's not too late to eat together and go again! Brother Jiuli!"
Unreal Jiuli didn't look back. In a twinkling of an eye, people disappeared and went to practice.
Huan Qingyan is not polite. She also needs to be promoted as soon as possible. There are so many enemies. She can't do without a sense of urgency.
She is still a low-level spiritual master. She is embarrassed to say hello when she goes out.
She should at least raise her pig Lingbao to four stars, so that people can learn war skills and skills.
With war skills and skills, people can have a certain combat effectiveness. They don't need to rely on Lingbao alone.
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Rebirth women are also looking forward to it.
Although it's the same thing, it's all gone with your highness nine, but the consequences are definitely different.
Huan Qinyan felt starved. She came out of the space early in the morning and didn't eat anything. She was going to look for food.
No accident, everything is going according to the original plan.
***
Huan Qingyan went to the old soup room.
Huan Jiuli happily welcomed her in and took out his prepared spiritual dishes, which looked like more than ten plates, and put them in front of Huan Qingyan.
He gestured with his hand to give Huan Qingyan something to eat.
Huan Qingyan looked at the dishes in front of him, such as red and white, light vegetable fried Pipa shrimp, stewed Tremella golden leaf soup, magic house first-class pot, fairy fried balls, lotus leaf powder steamed mutton and so on.
"Thank you, brother Jiuli!"
Cooks need mental strength to cook these foods with aura.
An intermediate chef can only cook 50 Lingqi dishes a day at most. If he does more, he will be exhausted and have a splitting headache.
Can't practice.
Therefore, the cultivation of gastronomists is generally not very high, especially the high-level gastronomists who often cook spiritual dishes. They have no time and mental strength to practice, and devote themselves to studying dishes all day.
Huan Jiuli ho ho smiled and looked at Huan Qingyan to eat with satisfaction.
"Brother Jiuli, you eat together. You are also a spiritual master. You made it yourself. It's not cost-effective to give me food alone!" Huan Qingyan ate a fried ball.
Huan Jiuli waved his hand. He pointed to his wrist and seemed to be saying that his star capital was low and his aura food materials were few. Let Huan Qingyan eat alone.
Huan Qinyan knew what he meant and greeted him, "I know you're worried about Dad's absence. There's not enough aura ingredients in the future. Let me eat alone. It's okay. I'll find a way to use aura ingredients."
There is plenty of space to keep the standard of filling the old Tatang.
Even if magic Jiuli finds something wrong, he should not tell others.
Unreal Jiuli stood beside him, foolishly happy.
"Brother Jiuli, you can only concentrate on making spiritual food you eat. After you eat enough, the rest of your spiritual power will be used to cultivate and improve your spiritual master level..."
Huan Jiuli shook his head, ho ho ho
"Brother Jiuli, don't worry about me. I'm an egg star. I also have an ancient bowl handed down by my father. I can do it myself and often. I can also exercise the level of gastronomy master. But you can protect me and protect our fantasy home quickly. Isn't it? What if there are high-level spiritual masters to bully us? Brother Jiuli can help me beat them away..." She has an ancient bowl space and has no mental strength. She can go into the space and rest for half an hour, and then she will return to full state.
You can continue to make spiritual food and provide yourself with food and clothing. There is no problem
Magic Jiuli seems to be moved and his fists are pinched.
He will be strong enough to protect the phantom's face and the phantom family.
Pointed to the outside, made another cultivation posture, and turned out of the old soup tower.
"Hey, why are you running so fast? It's not too late to eat together and go again! Brother Jiuli!"
Unreal Jiuli didn't look back. In a twinkling of an eye, people disappeared and went to practice.
Huan Qingyan is not polite. She also needs to be promoted as soon as possible. There are so many enemies. She can't do without a sense of urgency.
She is still a low-level spiritual master. She is embarrassed to say hello when she goes out.
She should at least raise her pig Lingbao to four stars, so that people can learn war skills and skills.
With war skills and skills, people can have a certain combat effectiveness. They don't need to rely on Lingbao alone.
This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
Rebirth women are also looking forward to it.Although it's the same thing, it's all gone with your highness nine, but the consequences are definitely different.Huan Qinyan felt starved. She came out of the space early in the morning and didn't eat anything. She was going to look for food.No accident, everything is going according to the original plan.***Huan Qingyan went to the old soup room.Huan Jiuli happily welcomed her in and took out his prepared spiritual dishes, which looked like more than ten plates, and put them in front of Huan Qingyan.He gestured with his hand to give Huan Qingyan something to eat.Huan Qingyan looked at the dishes in front of him, such as red and white, light vegetable fried Pipa shrimp, stewed Tremella golden leaf soup, magic house first-class pot, fairy fried balls, lotus leaf powder steamed mutton and so on."Thank you, brother Jiuli!"Cooks need mental strength to cook these foods with aura.An intermediate chef can only cook 50 Lingqi dishes a day at most. If he does more, he will be exhausted and have a splitting headache.Can't practice.Therefore, the cultivation of gastronomists is generally not very high, especially the high-level gastronomists who often cook spiritual dishes. They have no time and mental strength to practice, and devote themselves to studying dishes all day.Huan Jiuli ho ho smiled and looked at Huan Qingyan to eat with satisfaction."Brother Jiuli, you eat together. You are also a spiritual master. You made it yourself. It's not cost-effective to give me food alone!" Huan Qingyan ate a fried ball.Huan Jiuli waved his hand. He pointed to his wrist and seemed to be saying that his star capital was low and his aura food materials were few. Let Huan Qingyan eat alone.Huan Qinyan knew what he meant and greeted him, "I know you're worried about Dad's absence. There's not enough aura ingredients in the future. Let me eat alone. It's okay. I'll find a way to use aura ingredients."There is plenty of space to keep the standard of filling the old Tatang.Even if magic Jiuli finds something wrong, he should not tell others.Unreal Jiuli stood beside him, foolishly happy."Brother Jiuli, you can only concentrate on making spiritual food you eat. After you eat enough, the rest of your spiritual power will be used to cultivate and improve your spiritual master level..."Huan Jiuli shook his head, ho ho ho"Brother Jiuli, don't worry about me. I'm an egg star. I also have an ancient bowl handed down by my father. I can do it myself and often. I can also exercise the level of gastronomy master. But you can protect me and protect our fantasy home quickly. Isn't it? What if there are high-level spiritual masters to bully us? Brother Jiuli can help me beat them away..." She has an ancient bowl space and has no mental strength. She can go into the space and rest for half an hour, and then she will return to full state.You can continue to make spiritual food and provide yourself with food and clothing. There is no problemMagic Jiuli seems to be moved and his fists are pinched.He will be strong enough to protect the phantom's face and the phantom family.Pointed to the outside, made another cultivation posture, and turned out of the old soup tower."Hey, why are you running so fast? It's not too late to eat together and go again! Brother Jiuli!"Unreal Jiuli didn't look back. In a twinkling of an eye, people disappeared and went to practice.Huan Qingyan is not polite. She also needs to be promoted as soon as possible. There are so many enemies. She can't do without a sense of urgency.She is still a low-level spiritual master. She is embarrassed to say hello when she goes out.She should at least raise her pig Lingbao to four stars, so that people can learn war skills and skills.With war skills and skills, people can have a certain combat effectiveness. They don't need to rely on Lingbao alone.This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
