God of Cooking, grilling skewers attracted the fairy beasts

The next day, Li Heng got up at dawn. After a brief wash, he started thinking about what to make for breakfast today.

Thinking of the soybeans that had been soaked all night, Li Heng had an idea.

"How about making fried dough sticks and soy milk? It's simple and delicious."

Fried dough sticks must be freshly fried to be delicious. After preparing a large bowl of noodles, Li Heng set up a large pot in the yard.

"Little friend Li, what are you having for breakfast today?"

Song Qingfeng walked into the courtyard and asked with expectation.

"Good morning, Junior Brother Li, we are here again."

Su Lingxuan came out from behind Song Qingfeng and said hello.

"Today's breakfast is fried dough sticks and soy milk."

Li Heng smiled and nodded. He had long been accustomed to it. Since Li Heng joined the sect as a cook, the master-disciple duo has been the first to arrive every day, sometimes even earlier than him, the cook.

He can be called a role model in the world of cooking. Compared with boring training, cooking seems to be more enjoyable.

"Junior Brother Li, do you need any help?"

When Su Lingxuan saw Li Heng working alone here, she wanted to step forward to help him. Of course, the more important thing was to have breakfast early.

Ever since she ate the food cooked by Li Heng, Su Lingxuan would feel hungry every day at meal time.

"Gulu, Guru"

Su Lingxuan really wanted to help her junior brother share the burden. The sound of her stomach growling exposed her little thoughts. She lowered her head and played with the hem of her clothes in embarrassment.

"The preparations for the fried dough sticks have been done. All we have to do is heat up the oil and start frying."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and small flames appeared on his fingertips.

Li Heng casually put his hand into the pile of firewood and started to light a fire.

The two masters and apprentices behind him were already dumbfounded by Li Heng's operation. Their mouths were open so much that they could fit a fist into them.

"This, this is the power of artistic conception, the artistic conception of fire."

"You, a person who has never reached the first level of Qi refining, have actually understood the power of a kind of artistic conception. You actually use such a powerful ability to draw fire. What a waste of resources."

Song Qingfeng felt that he had practiced on dogs for hundreds of years. He had not yet touched the power of artistic conception.

"I'm a cook, but I still have the ability to control fire. I don't need to cook. Do I have to fight with others?"

Li Heng asked rhetorically.

Song Qingfeng thought about it and felt that what Li Heng said was right. For cooks, isn't fire just for cooking?

"What I'm saying, little friend, is that your job is to cook, and the fighting should be left to us monks."

"I can easily understand this artistic conception of fire with the help of Heavenly Dao. It does not rely entirely on my own strength, so you don't have to worry about it. As long as you practice hard, you will catch up with me sooner or later."

Li Heng put his hands behind his back, raised his head at a 45-degree angle and looked up at the sky, and spoke to the two of them seriously.

I accidentally drank a handful of them silently. I felt refreshed and indescribably happy. I poured two more bowls of chicken soup into the two of them.

"My little friend is saying that it seems that I am too excited."

Song Qingfeng said apologetically.

"Okay, if you have time, why not come and help me figure out how to grind soy milk!"

After lighting the fire, Li Heng thought of a question. There is no stone mill in the yard. How to make soy milk?

Do we need to make a stone grinder on site?

"It's really troublesome. I miss my soymilk machine."

Li Heng sighed in his heart.

Making a stone mill shouldn't be a big deal for a monk who can break mountains and rivers with just a single move of his hand.

"Grinding soy milk?"

The master and apprentice looked at each other, obviously they did not understand.

"Junior Brother Li, just tell us and we will do it."

Song Qingfeng pretended that he understood and replied.

Li Heng told the two of them his thoughts.

"Junior brother Li wants to make something similar to a disc out of stone, and then use it to grind soybeans into powder to make soy milk?"

Su Lingxuan understood what Li Heng meant this time.

"Yes, this shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"

Li Heng asked.

"Of course, but Junior Brother Li's ultimate goal is to turn soybeans into powder, so it doesn't need to be so troublesome."

"Junior brother, look at me."

Su Lingxuan said happily, thinking that she would finally be useful.

Then he rolled up his sleeves, walked to the bucket of soybeans, stretched out his jade hands, and continued to release spiritual power into the bucket.

The texture of the soybeans that have been soaked in water overnight has already softened. Under the continuous squeezing of spiritual power, they have turned into soybean puree. Add water and make a bucket of raw soy milk.

"666" gave Su Lingxuan a thumbs up and made three consecutive calls.

Li Heng felt a little emotional. Although the Xuanwu Continent did not have advanced technology, it had something even more perverted than technology.

"Junior Brother Li, can I have a taste of this soy milk?"

Su Lingxuan couldn't wait to taste the fruits of her labor.

"It's not possible yet. Raw soy milk contains many harmful substances such as saponin, antitrypsin, and phenolic compounds. Drinking it directly can easily cause food poisoning. It must be boiled before drinking."

I don't know if the monk will be poisoned, so I'd better be conservative. Besides, the raw soy milk has an unpleasant beany smell, so it probably doesn't taste very good.

Li Heng used cotton cloth to filter out the bean dregs from the raw soy milk, and then set up a fire to boil the soy milk.

Su Lingxuan picked up the bowl and drank three bowls in a row.

"It's delicious."

Licking the foam around her mouth with her tongue, Su Lingxuan said with unfinished meaning.

"It will taste better if you add some sugar."

Li Heng pointed at the sugar bowl next to him.

"It's true. The soy milk with added sugar is sweet and fragrant. Junior Brother Li is really awesome."

Su Lingxuan drank another bowl of soy milk with sugar and couldn't help but praise Li Heng.

"It tastes silky and smooth, with rich bean aroma. There is a lingering aroma in your mouth after drinking, which makes you have endless aftertaste. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

Song Qingfeng, who had finished several bowls in a row, also echoed.

The oil in the pan is already hot and you can fry the fried dough sticks.

Cut the risen dough into long strips, throw it into the oil pan, and use chopsticks to continuously roll it until the dough sticks swell and become golden in color. Use a slotted spoon to remove the dough and control the oil.

"Taste it?"

Li Heng handed the fried dough sticks to Su Lingxuan.

"Li Xiaoyou, I want to try it too, why don't you give it to me first?"

Song Qingfeng brushed his face with his sleeves and cried.

It seemed that he had made the wrong payment after all. It turned out that his disciple was the first priority in Li Heng's heart.

"But is this stick-like thing really food?"

Su Lingxuan asked suspiciously, automatically ignoring the master who was acting like a monster on the side. Anyway, he always has a few abnormal days a month. This is normal.

"Of course, I heard that fried dough sticks and soy milk go better together."

Su Lingxuan was still reassured by Li Heng's cooking skills, so she picked up the fried dough sticks and took a bite.

Oily but not greasy, crispy on the outside and crispy on the inside, it melts in your mouth. It feels just right to take a sip of steaming, fragrant soy milk.

Song Qingfeng swallowed anxiously on the side and kept urging Li Heng to continue frying the fried dough sticks.