God of Cooking, grilling skewers attracted the fairy beasts

As soon as he heard this bold laughter, he knew that Song Qingfeng was coming to eat again.

"Three, two, one."

Li Heng stretched out three fingers. When the countdown reached one, Song Qingfeng came in. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the sweet and sour pork ribs in front of Lu Xiaoxiao.

The big chunks of red and oily ribs were wrapped in thick sauce. Just one look at them made Song Qingfeng's eyes unable to accommodate anything else.

"Xiao Xiao, what are you eating? Can you let me try it too?"

Song Qingfeng's eyes were shining brightly, he stared at the ribs in Lu Xiaoxiao's hand, and said with laughter.

"No."

Lu Xiaoxiao picked up the plate and turned around, leaving Song Qingfeng with his back, and refused very simply.

"Sect Master, you'd better not make petty ideas. I made this for her alone. It can be regarded as a reward for her."

Li Heng explained for Lu Xiaoxiao.

"I see, I wonder if my little friend can give me a reward? I've been helping my little friends a lot lately."

Song Qingfeng said with an idea.

But what he said was indeed reasonable. If he had not shamelessly gone to the Formation Sect to ask for two formations, Li Heng would not have become jealous so quickly.

"Sect Master, what a coincidence, the only remaining ribs have been used up. I wonder if we can use other dishes instead?"

Li Heng said after checking Najieli and the remaining ingredients in the kitchen.

"Hey, it's okay, as long as you have something to eat."

Song Qingfeng originally just said it casually, but he didn't expect Li Heng to take it seriously.

"In that case, let's make a dish of spicy and sour potato shreds for the sect leader."

After Li Heng finished speaking, he walked into the kitchen and got busy.

In just one cup of tea, Li Heng came out with a large plate of hot and sour potato shreds.

As soon as the food was served, Song Qingfeng couldn't wait to take out his chopsticks and start eating.

"Master, I want to try it too."

Su Lingxuan also came around, licking her lips and said.

"Huh, huh."

Xiao Chi said that she wanted to eat too, because she had just been rejected by her little friend Lu Xiaoxiao, a foodie, and now she urgently needed the hot and sour potato shreds to comfort her injured heart.

"cough."

Leng Zhong coughed and said nothing, but he already had a pair of chopsticks in his hands, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

"Ugh..."

Song Qingfeng sighed. The delicacies he had just received were about to be distributed before they were warmed. Fortunately, Li Heng had predicted this situation.

This portion of spicy and sour potato shreds is very generous, enough for several of them.

"Eat, eat them all."

Song Qingfeng pushed the plate to the middle of the dining table and motioned for everyone to come and eat.

A large plate of shredded potatoes was quickly shared by everyone.

"Little friend Li Heng, is this sour taste the vinegar you brewed?"

Leng Zhong, who always talked little, walked out abruptly and asked Li Hengfa.

"Yes."

Li Heng nodded and confirmed. This was the first time that Elder Leng had spoken such a long sentence to him.

"Can I have a taste of the vinegar made by my friend?"

Leng Zhong asked hopefully.

"Of course."

Li Heng took out a small bowl from the vinegar vat and handed it to Leng Zhong. He was inspired by Elder Leng Zhong to try making vinegar.

"Thank you, little friend."

Leng Zhong took the bowl, thanked him, took a sip, and then closed his eyes with a look of enjoyment.

Li Heng found that the expressions on this cold elder's face had become more and more colorful recently.

"Good, good, good."

Leng Zhong finished the small bowl quickly and praised it repeatedly.

Is it really that delicious? Everyone else present had tasted the vinegar brewed by Li Heng. It was so sour that they couldn't bear to drink it directly, so they only took a small sip and gave it up.

There is no one like Leng Zhong who has drank a small bowl now, but still looks like he is still unsatisfied.

Li Heng quickly served another bowl to Leng Zhong.

"Gudu, Gudu."

Leng Zhong took the bowl and drank it in two or three gulps.

"Cool."

A person on the side felt that his teeth were about to get sore just by looking at this scene. How jealous is Elder Leng Zhong!

"Little friend Li Heng, can you give me some more to take with you?"

Leng Zhong asked pleadingly. He loved this taste so much. After tasting it today, he would never be able to live without it again.

"No problem. Elder Leng, wait a moment."

After Li Heng finished speaking, he took out a nine-inch-high gourd from Najie, filled it with a gourd full of vinegar, and handed it to Leng Zhong.

Strange people, strange habits!

Leng Zhong, who loves to drink jealousy, has been jealous ever since.

Later, Leng Zhong came to see Li Heng more and more frequently, so Li Heng simply gave Leng Zhong the job of making vinegar.

Leng Zhong happily accepted this pleasant job without saying a word.

After a short interlude, it was almost lunch time, and Li Heng was about to start preparing today's lunch.

For some unknown reason, Li Heng found that there were many more senior brothers and sisters coming to eat today, and the courtyard could no longer be crowded.

"Sect Master, you see that there are more and more people coming to eat recently. The courtyard is already full. Moreover, when there are more people, my workload increases, and I feel a little overwhelmed."

Li Heng couldn't solve these two problems, so he threw them to Song Qingfeng and asked him to deal with them.

"Don't worry, little friend, I will handle these two matters as soon as possible."

After thinking for a moment, Song Qingfeng replied that these are indeed two thorny questions for Li Heng, and little friend Li Heng's problems are his problems and must be taken to heart.

After eating, Song Qingfeng left in a hurry, not long after.

"Dang~dang~"

A rush of bells rang out from the Tian Dao Sect.

"This is the sound of the Haotian Bell. Oh my god, someone actually rang the Haotian Bell?"

The disciples and elders in the sect stopped what they were doing and carefully identified the bell.

The Haotian Bell is a special spiritual weapon of the Tiandao Sect. It is placed on the highest mountain in the sect. The bell will only be rung when something big happens. It is equivalent to an alarm.

"It's really the sound of the Haotian Bell."

An older elder confirmed.

This ancient bell has not been rung for more than a hundred years. The last time it rang was because of the large-scale invasion of the demon clan.

"Could it be that the demons are coming again?"

"It shouldn't be. Hasn't the transmission channel between the demons and our Xuanwu Continent been destroyed?"

After the disciples in the sect realized that something big might happen, they all took out their weapons and stood ready.

"That's not right. If the sect was attacked, why wasn't the sect-protecting formation activated?"

The disciples were on guard and making random guesses.

The elders put down their work one after another and rushed to the meeting hall.

When he rushed to the lobby, he found that Song Qingfeng had been waiting here for a long time.

"Sect Master, was it you who rang the Haotian Bell to summon us here?"

"Did something big happen? Has our sect reached a critical moment of life and death?"

The elders were busy discussing, and the anger in the hall became more and more tense.

"Ahem, everyone, be quiet and listen to me..."

Song Qingfeng raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling everyone to be quiet and listen to him.

"The elders are summoned this time because the sect is not being attacked. You don't need to be so nervous."

The top leaders of Tiandao Sect had just gathered together, and before Song Qingfeng finished speaking, he was interrupted by a deep voice.

"Who dares to touch my sect?"