Chapter 78
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It is estimated that the purpose of magic Donghai is not the vulgar things such as shops and silver outside. His purpose should be the millennium old soup of magic home.
This is the most valuable thing of fantasy home!
Unknowingly, I came to the soup tower.
This is the most tightly guarded place in the magic mansion. There are many mechanisms. If people who are not familiar with it come, they can't go in.
Huan Qinyan led Huan Xinghan, avoided many mechanisms and entered the tower.
"Ho Ho?" The alert voice of magic Jiuli.
"It's me, brother Jiuli."
Huan Jiuli flashed out from one side in the dark, "ho ho ho......" smiled and said hello.
"Let's see the old soup."
Magic Jiuli took his sister and brother into the bottom of the tower.
Laotang is located at the bottom of the tower. On the third floor underground, it is a large round stone castle with an empty area, all built by bluestones.
The old soup pot is made of millennial cold iron, with a diameter of two or three meters. There are eight small pots in the pot, which are divided into eight equal parts, each with different soup color.
There are eight kinds, such as green, white, yellow, green, purple, black, red and blue. The smell in each small pot is different.
"Xinghan, there are eight different soup bases in our old soup. You can use the appropriate soup base for any spiritual food. Would you like to try them all?" A spoof.
Xiao Xinghan is the senseless age of the ignorant, "think."
Huan Qinyan then picked up a long spoon and scooped some out for his brother to taste.
Just after tasting the three kinds of green, white and yellow soup, Xiao Xinghan stuck out his tongue and breathed like a dog
"Ah... Sister, it tastes strange..."
Magic Jiuli had prepared water and handed it to him.
Huan Qingyan pursed his lips and smiled, "as a chef, you should have a very sensitive sense of taste. Little guy, you still have a long way to go in the future..."
The little star is cold and breathing.
"Brother Jiuli, you are my father's Apprentice. When he cooks spiritual food, you often study nearby. Will you cook spiritual food with additional physical strength?" Huan Qingyan asked modestly.
Huan Jiuli shook his head and made two gestures with his hands, which meant that it was very complicated.
Gastronomists are divided into primary level, intermediate level, advanced level, master level, master level and legendary level.
Once magic Beiming was a master. Magic Jiuli was only a three-star spiritual master and an intermediate chef. It could not cook spiritual dishes with added attribute value.
"Unfortunately, dad is gone. I'm afraid the inheritance of our fantasy family will be broken." Huan Qingyan sighed.
Magic nine Li suddenly turned around and ran away.
He quickly took out all the handwriting from the raft.
He made a gesture to Huan Qingyan and learned the way Huan Beiming tried to write quickly.
"You mean, these are recipes written down by my father not long ago and left to our brothers and sisters?" Huan Qingyan guessed for a long time.
Huan Jiuli nodded and said yes.
Huan Qingyan took over. The handwriting on these paper rafts is still very fresh. It really seems to have been written down recently. According to the memory of the reborn woman's previous life, these handwriting are also from Huan Beiming.
Dad's heart doesn't want to break the magic family inheritance. Let her try.
Anyway, she is also a spiritual master now.
You can also learn cooking skills.
She rolled up her sleeves and exposed the spirit ring on her wrist. This pig Lingbao is really a pig. After biting half of the mouse spirit in the magic East China Sea, she rested until now and bit off the star. It can be seen that it also took a lot of effort.
Fortunately, I didn't meet the enemy. If I met the enemy, it's unreliable to point it out to help fight.
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It is estimated that the purpose of magic Donghai is not the vulgar things such as shops and silver outside. His purpose should be the millennium old soup of magic home.
This is the most valuable thing of fantasy home!
Unknowingly, I came to the soup tower.
This is the most tightly guarded place in the magic mansion. There are many mechanisms. If people who are not familiar with it come, they can't go in.
Huan Qinyan led Huan Xinghan, avoided many mechanisms and entered the tower.
"Ho Ho?" The alert voice of magic Jiuli.
"It's me, brother Jiuli."
Huan Jiuli flashed out from one side in the dark, "ho ho ho......" smiled and said hello.
"Let's see the old soup."
Magic Jiuli took his sister and brother into the bottom of the tower.
Laotang is located at the bottom of the tower. On the third floor underground, it is a large round stone castle with an empty area, all built by bluestones.
The old soup pot is made of millennial cold iron, with a diameter of two or three meters. There are eight small pots in the pot, which are divided into eight equal parts, each with different soup color.
There are eight kinds, such as green, white, yellow, green, purple, black, red and blue. The smell in each small pot is different.
"Xinghan, there are eight different soup bases in our old soup. You can use the appropriate soup base for any spiritual food. Would you like to try them all?" A spoof.
Xiao Xinghan is the senseless age of the ignorant, "think."
Huan Qinyan then picked up a long spoon and scooped some out for his brother to taste.
Just after tasting the three kinds of green, white and yellow soup, Xiao Xinghan stuck out his tongue and breathed like a dog
"Ah... Sister, it tastes strange..."
Magic Jiuli had prepared water and handed it to him.
Huan Qingyan pursed his lips and smiled, "as a chef, you should have a very sensitive sense of taste. Little guy, you still have a long way to go in the future..."
The little star is cold and breathing.
"Brother Jiuli, you are my father's Apprentice. When he cooks spiritual food, you often study nearby. Will you cook spiritual food with additional physical strength?" Huan Qingyan asked modestly.
Huan Jiuli shook his head and made two gestures with his hands, which meant that it was very complicated.
Gastronomists are divided into primary level, intermediate level, advanced level, master level, master level and legendary level.
Once magic Beiming was a master. Magic Jiuli was only a three-star spiritual master and an intermediate chef. It could not cook spiritual dishes with added attribute value.
"Unfortunately, dad is gone. I'm afraid the inheritance of our fantasy family will be broken." Huan Qingyan sighed.
Magic nine Li suddenly turned around and ran away.
He quickly took out all the handwriting from the raft.
He made a gesture to Huan Qingyan and learned the way Huan Beiming tried to write quickly.
"You mean, these are recipes written down by my father not long ago and left to our brothers and sisters?" Huan Qingyan guessed for a long time.
Huan Jiuli nodded and said yes.
Huan Qingyan took over. The handwriting on these paper rafts is still very fresh. It really seems to have been written down recently. According to the memory of the reborn woman's previous life, these handwriting are also from Huan Beiming.
Dad's heart doesn't want to break the magic family inheritance. Let her try.
Anyway, she is also a spiritual master now.
You can also learn cooking skills.
She rolled up her sleeves and exposed the spirit ring on her wrist. This pig Lingbao is really a pig. After biting half of the mouse spirit in the magic East China Sea, she rested until now and bit off the star. It can be seen that it also took a lot of effort.
Fortunately, I didn't meet the enemy. If I met the enemy, it's unreliable to point it out to help fight.
This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
It is estimated that the purpose of magic Donghai is not the vulgar things such as shops and silver outside. His purpose should be the millennium old soup of magic home.This is the most valuable thing of fantasy home!Unknowingly, I came to the soup tower.This is the most tightly guarded place in the magic mansion. There are many mechanisms. If people who are not familiar with it come, they can't go in.Huan Qinyan led Huan Xinghan, avoided many mechanisms and entered the tower."Ho Ho?" The alert voice of magic Jiuli."It's me, brother Jiuli."Huan Jiuli flashed out from one side in the dark, "ho ho ho......" smiled and said hello."Let's see the old soup."Magic Jiuli took his sister and brother into the bottom of the tower.Laotang is located at the bottom of the tower. On the third floor underground, it is a large round stone castle with an empty area, all built by bluestones.The old soup pot is made of millennial cold iron, with a diameter of two or three meters. There are eight small pots in the pot, which are divided into eight equal parts, each with different soup color.There are eight kinds, such as green, white, yellow, green, purple, black, red and blue. The smell in each small pot is different."Xinghan, there are eight different soup bases in our old soup. You can use the appropriate soup base for any spiritual food. Would you like to try them all?" A spoof.Xiao Xinghan is the senseless age of the ignorant, "think."Huan Qinyan then picked up a long spoon and scooped some out for his brother to taste.Just after tasting the three kinds of green, white and yellow soup, Xiao Xinghan stuck out his tongue and breathed like a dog"Ah... Sister, it tastes strange..."Magic Jiuli had prepared water and handed it to him.Huan Qingyan pursed his lips and smiled, "as a chef, you should have a very sensitive sense of taste. Little guy, you still have a long way to go in the future..."The little star is cold and breathing."Brother Jiuli, you are my father's Apprentice. When he cooks spiritual food, you often study nearby. Will you cook spiritual food with additional physical strength?" Huan Qingyan asked modestly.Huan Jiuli shook his head and made two gestures with his hands, which meant that it was very complicated.Gastronomists are divided into primary level, intermediate level, advanced level, master level, master level and legendary level.Once magic Beiming was a master. Magic Jiuli was only a three-star spiritual master and an intermediate chef. It could not cook spiritual dishes with added attribute value."Unfortunately, dad is gone. I'm afraid the inheritance of our fantasy family will be broken." Huan Qingyan sighed.Magic nine Li suddenly turned around and ran away.He quickly took out all the handwriting from the raft.He made a gesture to Huan Qingyan and learned the way Huan Beiming tried to write quickly."You mean, these are recipes written down by my father not long ago and left to our brothers and sisters?" Huan Qingyan guessed for a long time.Huan Jiuli nodded and said yes.Huan Qingyan took over. The handwriting on these paper rafts is still very fresh. It really seems to have been written down recently. According to the memory of the reborn woman's previous life, these handwriting are also from Huan Beiming.Dad's heart doesn't want to break the magic family inheritance. Let her try.Anyway, she is also a spiritual master now.You can also learn cooking skills.She rolled up her sleeves and exposed the spirit ring on her wrist. This pig Lingbao is really a pig. After biting half of the mouse spirit in the magic East China Sea, she rested until now and bit off the star. It can be seen that it also took a lot of effort.Fortunately, I didn't meet the enemy. If I met the enemy, it's unreliable to point it out to help fight.This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
