The God of Cooking in the World of Martial Arts and Immortals

After thinking about it, he jumped onto the small sailboat with one foot, untied the rope, and waved his palms backwards.

bang——

The sky was full of yellow sand, and a deep palm pit appeared on the beach, and the sea water poured into it.

"..."

Ling Chi scratched his head, could it be that I opened it in the wrong way?

bang bang bang-

On this day, the beach of Peach Blossom Island suffered from seedlings.

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Chapter 73 Unlucky Egg

The flowers bloom and wither, and the tide ebbs and flows.

Either the sun is shining brightly, or the wind is blowing and raining.

Time flows quietly, unconsciously, it has been three years.

Chef's Space.

Ling Chi stood in front of the stove with a blank expression on his face, heated up the pot, added wide oil, the oil temperature was [-]% hot, put the processed poisonous mushrooms into the pot one by one, deep-fried until golden in color, took out and controlled the oil...

Finally, the special seasoning powder is sprinkled, and a dish that looks like a broken beep is completed.

"Ding, color is emptiness, 100% complete, perfect."

Ling Chi casually put the dish aside and said, "Store."

The dishes disappeared, and then the next dish began to be made.

Half an hour later, Ling Chi's eyes became tired, and he was no longer as expressionless as before.

"I'm exhausted." He sat down on the chair, took out the bean paste bag and began to recover his strength and energy.

An hour before, he ate an ice cream and entered a state of absolute sanity for an hour.Under the blessing of this state, his spirit is in an unprecedented state of concentration, his movements are like precision machines, and his error rate is infinitely close to zero.

The only disadvantage is that energy and physical strength will be lost at an accelerated rate. Just like him now, he is exhausted as soon as he exits the state, and he has to eat something to replenish his energy and physical strength.

Looking at the physical strength of 400 and the energy of 200, Ling Chi shook his head: It's still too weak.

……

The portal suddenly appeared, and all the farmers came out of the farm, ready to eat.

"Junior Brother, what are you eating today?" Linghu Chong held a gourd of wine in his hand, and his nose had already turned red from drinking.

Ever since he became a farmer, it has blown him away.There are all kinds of fine wines that can't be drunk every day, and the delicious food that can only be eaten every three to five years makes him live like a fairy every day, not to mention how nourishing it is.

But drinking too much wine can easily lead to brain damage. As a farmer, he actually went to provoke Ling Chi, the host, when he had nothing to do.

What spirit is this?

This is the fearless spirit of treating death as life.

Thanks to him, Ling Chi has become more and more proficient in the application of formations, and he has to practice with him when he has nothing to do.Sometimes he would create some new dishes with indescribable taste and force him to taste them, every time the 'delicious' dishes would make his soul go out of his body.

If he hadn't been forcibly recalled by the system every time, he might have been reincarnated [-] times.

Whenever Linghu Chong ended up like this, Ren Yingying would sneer and make up for it: "A cheap person has his own reward."

The eight little maids agreed very much, they had the best relationship with Ren Yingying over the years, just like their own sisters.

Seeing that Linghu Chong was trying to die again, Ling Chi gnawed on the bean paste bun and hooked his fingers: "Come on, I made a new dish today, try it."

Linghu Chong's complexion changed, and he laughed dryly: "I suddenly don't feel hungry, so I'm leaving first."

"Want to run?" Before Ling Chi could open his mouth, he saw Chun Xia Qiu Dong Si Xiang attacking together, pinning Linghu Chong to the ground, his muscles stretched apart.

"Ow—"

Linghu Chong broke out in cold sweat from the pain, and screamed, "Why are you doing this to me? I didn't do anything!"

"Hmph!" Chunxiang snorted softly, "The young master asked you to try it, do you dare not try it?"

"That's right, I don't know how to flatter." The other little maids repeatedly echoed.

Linghu Chong's face is full of cattle: You...you are too bullying.

Ling Chi chuckled, a plate of food appeared in his hand, squatted down, and stuffed the food into Linghu Chong's mouth: "Eat it! You're welcome. This time it's different from before, it's delicious."

"Woooo—" Linghu Chong shed tears of humiliation.

soon.

"Eh?" The tears stopped, Linghu Chong was very surprised: "Delicious?"

Smack the taste: "It's really delicious."

"Didn't lie to you!" Ling Chi smiled, pointing to the rest of the dishes: "Do you still want to eat?"

Linghu Chong nodded repeatedly: "Eat!"

Ling Chi patiently fed him all the remaining vegetables: "How is it? It's okay!"

Linghu Chong closed his eyes, felt that he was in a state of mind like a saint, and couldn't help exclaiming: "It's an incredible dish, I feel much calmer."

After experiencing this feeling for a while, Linghu Chong asked: "Little brother, what is the name of this dish?"

"This dish..." Ling Chi threw the empty plate into the sink, and said, "It's called [color is emptiness]."

"..."

three days later.

farm.

"Ling Chi! I'm going to kill you!" Linghu Chong roared wildly.

However, Ling Chi hadn't entered the God of Cooking space for several days, and he didn't know where he went.

"Wuwu, Ling Chi, you...you are not human." Linghu Chong cried bitterly as he shook his unresponsive little brother.