Douluo's fancy development blue silver grass

Chapter 229 Shrek's Crisis Is Near
"Is it Wuhundian? Cook, I will remember what you said, but next time you don't mention this word in front of me." A cold light flashed in Zhao Wou-ki's eyes, and his voice was cold, like a fist. sharp blade.

Seeing Zhao Wou-ki's serious expression, Shao Xin was startled, and quickly shut his mouth.He just felt that it was a pity that the knowledge released by Wuhundian was vast, and some of the knowledge actually made his bottleneck a little loose.

He originally wanted to share what he had gained with Zhao Wuji, but unexpectedly touched his Ni Lin.

If you miss these because of grievances, the loss outweighs the gain.

What happened afterward is not listed hereafter, with the cooperation of Zao Wou-ki and the cook, the snow-white flour was quickly made.

"Okay, the preparations are complete, Mr. Zhao, what do you like to eat? I have helped so much. As a cook, I have no other way to thank you. I will make you a dish you like. Eat the food."

Shao Xin moved his arm that was sore from crushing wheat, and said to Zhao Wou-ki who was slightly sweating from using the soul skill.

He had a big smile on his face, trying to lighten the mood.He knew that Zhao Wuji was a good person, but he was a little sensitive.

"What's your favorite food? Your question stumps me." Zao Wou-ki was stopped by this sudden question, he frowned and began to recall his past days.

The Vigorous Vajra Bear Wuhun can be said to be a relatively powerful animal spirit.There is also a high blood thickness and a surprisingly winning gravity control.If it is said that this kind of martial spirit popped out from the cracks in the stone.No one will believe it.

Zao Wou-ki was born in the north of the Heaven Dou Empire.As a member of many small sects, his reputation is not outstanding on this continent where strength is the most important thing.

He has been placed high hopes by his parents since he was a child, hoping that he can inherit the family inheritance and become a strong generation.He lived up to expectations. He awakened his martial spirit at the age of ten, broke through to the level of a soul master at the age of 15, and became the soul king at the age of 20.

But all of this is nothing more than that in the eyes of the "geniuses" who are fully cultivated by the top sects.

But when he had conflicts with the patriarch of the Liyi clan, Tai Tan's clan brother, and Wuhundian, he was still able to escape unscathed.He deserved the title of King Fudo Ming.

In that battle, he escaped from the siege of sixteen bishops who were at least sixty-level or above Soul Emperor-level powerhouses, and the name of Fudo Myoki spread throughout the mainland with the arrest warrant.

But also because of the things he did when he was young, he couldn't return to the north of his hometown as usual.

Zhao Wuji's life became precarious after that battle, he didn't dare to stay in one place for too long, lest he be discovered by the people of Wuhundian.

He can only walk with caravans or adventurers, and occasionally meet some like-minded friends, but they will part soon.

In the end, Zao Wou-ki met Flender by chance and coincidence, and finally settled down.

From the memory, Zhao Wou-ki sorted out the taste he missed the most.The slightly sour, slightly sweet taste with a hint of coolness lingered on the tip of his tongue along with the memories.

He seemed to have returned to that summer afternoon, sitting at the door of the house with his parents, enjoying the cold noodles made by his mother.

That was his happiest time and his most cherished memory.

"Cook, have you heard of cold noodles?" Zao Wou-ki hesitantly said this word that had long been forgotten in the depths of his memory.He wondered if the cook could make the taste he wanted.

"Cold noodles? Coincidentally, I really know. I learned this skill when I exchanged cooking skills with those cooks who came to Soto City from the north to do business in the caravan."

Shao Xin showed a smug expression.He is very confident in his cooking skills, and he feels that there is no dish that he cannot cook.

"Besides, your luck today is really good. The necessary ingredients and auxiliary materials happen to be in the kitchen today. Sit on the bench and wait, I'll make it for you right away."

As Shao Xin spoke, he began busy preparations.He arranged Zao Wou-Ki in a corner and let him watch his technique.

The cook grabbed two yellow and wrinkled potatoes. Under his soul power of the soul sage level, the potatoes were crushed into powder, steamed to dryness, and a quick potato powder was forcibly produced by the cook with his soul power. .

Then the chef mixed the flour and potato flour together, and poured a spoonful of boiling water from the pot. Under the boiling hot water, he waved his hands, constantly kneading and squeezing the noodles.

He used his soul power to control the temperature and strength, making the noodles soft and elastic.

After that, put the cooked dough on the chopping board, squeeze it into dough pieces, and then use its soul power and skill to press the dough pieces into shaped dough cakes one by one.

Then with the light of the knife dancing, these yellowed cooked noodles were made into a cold noodle.

The boiling water in the pot was boiling, and the noodles danced leisurely in it, while the cook took out a large bowl at the side, filled it with the broth made from soul beast meat.

A teaspoon of vinegar, a teaspoon of sesame oil, a little sesame, and a juice squeezed from wild pears brought by the students from the forest.

A large piece of ice was taken out of the cellar by the cook and smashed into shattered ice cubes and dropped into the soup.

He scooped the noodles out of the boiling water with chopsticks and passed them through the ice water to make them smoother and cooler, soaking them into the broth.

Put some shredded cucumbers and halved eggs on top.A cold noodle with Soto's style was completed under the skillful hands of chef Shao Xin.

He brought the bowl in front of Zao Wou-Ki, said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, your cold noodles are here, try it quickly and see if it is the taste you want."

Zhao Wou-ki looked at the bowl of pasta in disbelief, the smell, shape, color, and weight all corresponded to everything in his memory.

He carefully picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup.Cold taste, sweet and sour taste.Everything seems to have returned to that midsummer noon many years ago.

Memories of the past flooded in like a tide.Zhao Wou-ki couldn't hold back the heat in his eyes, and shed some tears.

He gulped at the noodles in the bowl.This noodle is not as good as those delicacies from mountains and seas that I enjoyed after I became famous, but this taste can never be replaced by those dragon liver and phoenix gallbladder.

Shao Xin looked at the emotional Zhao Wuji, and silently ordered another order of noodles.As a chef, he is very proud of being able to bring good memories to others through delicious food.

But seeing Zhao Wou-ki, who was originally stern and extremely strong, showing such a lost expression, the cook was filled with emotion.

Zhao Wou-ki finished talking in a few mouthfuls. Shao Xin added new noodles into the bowl in time for the whole bowl of noodles.

But at this moment Zhao Wuji put down his chopsticks and collected his emotions, those tears disappeared from his face at some point.

"Shao Xin, Master Shao, I really never thought that one day I could taste this taste again. The taste in my memory is almost exactly the same. Like, so similar."

Zao Wou-ki seems to be still immersed in the memories.After a while, he picked up the chopsticks again, and carefully tasted this bowl of hard-won noodles again.

"That caravan came from Xueling City in the north. Could it be that your hometown is there?" the cook asked curiously.

"Yes, the winter there is snow-white except for the blue sky. You can't see anything. If you look at it for a long time, your eyes will be blinded."

Zhao Wou-ki's face reveals the color of memory.His eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space and returned to that distant place.

"When I was a child, I hoped that one day I could leave that place. I never imagined that so many years had passed. When I dreamed back at night, the most unforgettable thing was my simple wooden house. There is also a meal at home." Zao Wou-Ki As he spoke, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This meal seemed to touch the softest part of the heart of this strong man, Zao Wou-ki, and he silently made a decision.

After he decided on this matter, he went back to his hometown to see the people and things he was familiar with, and to find the things he had lost.

On the other side, Flender, who was freed from copywriting work, stood up and stretched, his joints made a series of crisp sounds.

He got up and bypassed the food, ready to go to the cafeteria to enjoy dinner with his lovely students and dear staff.

As he passed the stack of grain, his eyes were attracted by a strange reflection.

He stepped forward, reached out and took out a leather file container from the grain pile.The workmanship of this file holder is very exquisite, and a heavy military temperament comes to the face.

Using the technique he learned from the black market, Flender skillfully unscrewed the file tube with the self-destruct function.He carefully lifted a tube of vinegar encapsulated in a thin glass out of the document holder and threw it aside.

If the device is not removed in time, the document container will automatically destroy within ten seconds after opening.

He looked at the densely packed text and addresses on the document by the light.A current surged up from the tailbone and went straight to the forehead.The hairs all over his body stood on end in an instant.

"It's a bad thing, old Zhao is a bad thing!"

(End of this chapter)