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

It's very cheap for him to sell five taels, okay?In Xiaoao World, he sells it for twelve taels.

If it wasn't for experience points, how could he do such a thankless business.

"Try it first. If you think it's not worth five taels of silver, I don't want a cent, and I have no complaints." Ling Chi handed over a tender, white and hot vegetable bun.

"Is that what you said?" The middle-aged nun said coldly, "I hope you don't regret it."

"I have no regrets." Ling Chi said seriously.

"..."

The middle-aged nun took the bun and didn't eat it immediately, but opened a mouth to reveal the stuffing inside.

Before I could see it clearly, a strong and fragrant smell rushed towards my face.

Suck--

Within a radius of [-] meters, everyone took a deep breath, with intoxicated expressions on their faces.

"This... what kind of aroma is this?"

Everyone searched for the source of the fragrance, and then they saw Taizheng, the Juejue Shi of the Emei School, leading his disciples, wolfing down buns in front of a bun stall.That starved ghost reincarnated, how long has he been hungry?

"Ding, conquer the stomach of the top white diner Miejue Shitai, the number of conquests +0.01. Drop the top white recipe - fried stinky tofu."

"Fried stinky tofu: top white recipe, physical strength +100, energy +50. No cooling time."

"..."

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Chapter 65

Fried stinky tofu!

Ling Chi's eyes lit up.

Fried stinky tofu!

Think about the unique taste, think about the soft texture...

It is a delicious snack with connotation.

It smells bad and tastes delicious.Stinky tofu is delicious and famous.

……

"Master, is it delicious?"

Miejue Shitai came back to his senses, saw Ling Chi's smiling face, recalled the pleasure of being out of his body just now, and couldn't help but admire: "Brother's good craftsmanship, five taels of silver, it's worth it!"

"Thank you, Master, for your compliment. Would you like to eat a few more?" Ling Chi smiled brighter and brighter.

Seeing his smile, the female disciples of the Emei School couldn't help their eyes light up: "What a kind little brother."

Miejue Shitai looked back at her apprentices, hesitated for a moment, and gritted her teeth: "Give one to each of them."

"The teacher is really a bold person." Ling Chi smiled while putting on the buns: "Although I am just a commoner, I also admire the heroine of the female school like the teacher. This is one more, I will invite you."

Miejue Shitai was very helpful, he laughed and said: "I don't think my brother is also a bold person, poor nun admires it."

"Learn from the teacher."

"..."

"That's where the aroma comes from." Dozens of people from various martial arts circled around, first greeted Miejue Shitai, and then asked, "How do you sell this bun?"

Seeing so many guests, Ling Chi smiled all over his face: "If it's not good, you don't need money, but if it's delicious, you can give it five taels of silver."

"What!?" Everyone was shocked and angry.

"Boy, you are running a black shop!"

"Believe it or not, I smashed your stall!?"

"Kill you believe it?"

"..."

Ling Chi had no choice but to repeat what he said to Miejue Shitai.

When everyone heard it, they thought to themselves: Anyway, if he says it's not delicious, he won't ask for money. At that time, I just need to insist that it's not delicious, and I don't need to pay.

Thinking so, someone said: "Try two first."

"Please use it slowly." Ling Chi asked Shuang'er to bring the buns for these people, while he steamed the buns at a faster speed. There were more and more people, and he knew that he would be overwhelmed soon.

As for someone wanting to renege?

Ha ha.

Just try it.

next moment.

"Well--"

"Ah~~~~"

"Hmm~~~~"

"One goo one goo~~~~"

"..."

Ling Chi paused: there are still Japanese here?

……

On Wudang Mountain, Zhang Sanfeng looked down the mountain and saw all factions suddenly converging towards one point, making noise and making some indescribable sounds, he couldn't help being curious.

"Yuanqiao." Zhang Sanfeng called Song Yuanqiao.

"Master." Song Yuanqiao saluted, "What's your order?"

"Go and see what happened down the mountain? Report it quickly." Zhang Sanfeng said.