I, Live Creation Wizard

Chapter 46
Buy iron pans and shovels, do you want to throw a party for the elves?Cooking on site?
Li Qiuran looked dazed, but soon remembered what he had promised Tianhuo.

Snack at night.

Oops, I seem to have forgotten.

Li Qiuran hastily ordered arrangements.

……

in the breeding area.

Both Charmander and Squirrel are cheering.

Respected Fire Dragon, Tianhuo has successfully defeated the enemy who destroyed the world!Saved the feeding area.

The boss of the Jenny Turtle and the deputy leader of the Little Charmander led the tribe spontaneously and started to parade throughout the breeding area.

"Gaha (Lord Fire Dragon is invincible and unparalleled in the world)"

"Jenny (Master Huolong looks like Panan, suave and suave)."

Tianhuo stood proudly on the boulder with his claws on his hips to accept the cheers and praise.

"Quak Ga Ho Ho (additional meals for everyone tonight)." With a wave of his big paw, he looked like a local tyrant.

"Gaha, Jenny (Long live Fire Dragon)!" the audience cheered.

The party has begun.

The Squirrels and Charmanders began to roll and play on the grass, and occasionally went to play on the slides, seesaws, adventure parks and other facilities added to the breeding area.

The breeders stood aside to wipe off their sweat, and from time to time they fed the running elves with saliva, and wiped away their sweat and grass clippings.

After replenishing energy, the elf acted like a baby to the breeder, then rushed back to continue playing.

The atmosphere of joy permeates the entire breeding area.

"It's wonderful." Although the breeders were tired, they all smiled.

Not long after, the ingredients were delivered, and the elves' extra meals were about to begin!

These ingredients are edible ingredients of genetic organisms, and can be combined into a dish through cooking methods such as frying and stir-frying.

The variety of flavors and taste will definitely explode the customized ration.

However, the nutritional value is definitely not as high as tailor-made rations.

Not bad as an occasional reward.

"Come on, I'll live well." A breeder rolled up his sleeves, eager to try.

A breeder who can't cook is not a good breeder.

Excellent cuisine requires an excellent self.

Maybe I can even get a kiss from the elves as a reward!

"Let me do it! I'm an old breeder and I practice cooking every day." The aunt stood up.

"Auntie, you should take a break. Cooking is physical work. Let me come. I'm 22 this year and I'm strong."

"Young man, your stage is a nightclub, not here, let me come."

The breeders quarreled.

"Why don't you ask the elves?" Someone suggested.

"Good idea." The breeders reached a consensus.

Walk up to the elves and shout, "Babes, who do you want to cook your dinner?"

The elves paused for a moment, and suddenly parted. A petite Jenny with a bow on his head stepped out timidly, raised his right paw and said, "Jenny (I'll come)."

"Gaha, Jenny (go, Little Butterfly, God of Cooking, shock humans)!" All the elves echoed.

"Little butterfly? Do you want to cook?" The breeders were shocked.

They remembered that Little Butterfly likes to hold the rations with his hands when other Squirrels are eating, and then mix some strange things, such as soil, water, snacks, etc. to eat.

But it still looks very sweet.

"Little ones, I am obliged to remind you that this is your first extra meal, do you have to let Little Butterfly cook it?" Aunt couldn't help asking.

The elves nodded seriously, and Little Butterfly stepped forward, raised her head, and screamed timidly: "Jenny (I can do it, no one knows cooking better than me)!"

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Hiss, what a confident elf.

"Come on then."

The breeders helped Little Butterfly arrange the iron pan, shovel and some necessary cooking props, and also brought her a small stool thoughtfully.

Little Butterfly stands on a stool and wears a chef hat.

The playful elves couldn't wait to surround them, urging Little Butterfly to start quickly.

Little Butterfly opened the food bag with a calm look like a chef.

There are genetic meat, genetic vegetables and seasonings.

I dragged my chin and pondered for a moment, and the inspiration came!

Gene meat cut into pieces, hot pot.

Feed!

"Squeaky." The fat and thin genetic meat danced gracefully in the hot pan, and the hot oil brought out the crispy aroma of the skin, which permeated the area under the breeze.

"Gulu." The elves swallowed in unison, their eyes longing.

High-quality genetic meat can have a very good taste just by frying.

Little Butterfly stir-fried a few times with a shovel awkwardly, flipped the genetic meat, and then became more proficient in her movements.

Not a novice at all.

"Jenny." Little Butterfly called out excitedly.

This is the prop she dreamed of!

The number one female chef in the breeding area can work hard!

"Pfft." The little butterfly raised its head to the sky and spit out a jet of water. The water jet fell into the iron pan with precision, and the fire burst into flames.

The elves were stunned by this gorgeous operation, and immediately burst into loud applause and cheers.

All of them raised their heads proudly, full of sense of accomplishment.

This is the measure of elves!
Breeder: Is your water clean?
"Jenny, Jenny." Little Butterfly's eyes lit up, and he grabbed a piece of purple condiment with his left hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Shut up, it's concentrated." Under the panicked eyes of the breeders, the little butterfly chewed hard.

"It's too bad, I'm going to get sick." The breeders were in a hurry.

But Little Butterfly was unhurried, and raised her head, "Puff puff." The purple saliva soared into the sky, falling like a waterfall, and evenly sprinkled in the iron pot.

Little Butterfly repeated the trick, spitting colorful saliva several times in a row, and finally wiped the corners of the colorful mouth, holding the edge of the pot with his left paw, and pounding it clockwise with the wooden stick in his right paw.

There was a strange smell coming from the pot.

It is smelly and fragrant, just like the smell of sweaty socks soaked in perfume in summer. It is unstoppable. The smell goes straight from the nose to the Tianling acupoint, making people tremble three times.

Unexpected top.

"Jenny Jenny!" Little Butterfly twitched her nose, nodded in satisfaction, and continued to shake her right hand.

The surrounding elves are already articulate.

"Gaha (it smells like rotten eggs)" Tianhuo's eyes lit up.

After tinkering for a long time, the little butterfly stopped, and finally spit some water on the dishes to make the final embellishment.

A fresh dish is freshly baked.

Tasting time!
The elves scrambled forward, and the little Charmander, who was not afraid of the heat, grabbed it directly, inserted its dirty claws mixed with mud into the pot, and stuffed a large amount of meat into its mouth.

Tianhuo was the biggest, so he squeezed away his subordinates and started quickly.

Little Butterfly picked up the second pot, wiped the drops of water from her forehead, and looked satisfied.

Great dishes often require only the most unpretentious cooking.

"Gaha (I'm going to prepare dessert)." The little butterfly swelled.

She chose to make her own secret recipe!

Hongbai Company's No. [-] Elven God of Cooking, Little Butterfly lives up to her reputation!
Little Butterfly is super happy today!
　Thank you Jindong Hedong for your 100 point reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)