God of Cooking, grilling skewers attracted the fairy beasts

The fighting was still going on, and there were shouts of killing everywhere on the battlefield. The two groups were evenly matched, and they fought back and forth.

The edge of the battlefield, where Li Heng and others were staying, was peaceful, and no fighting took place.

Li Heng didn't know where he got three small benches.

Li Heng, Su Lingxuan, and Lu Xiaoxiao were lined up next to Song Qingfeng's recliner, sitting on small benches, eating melon seeds.

"Brother Li Heng, I've finished eating. Here's another one."

Lu Xiaoxiao patted the melon seed shells on his hands and said.

"Don't worry, I don't have much here. This is a snack, don't eat it as a meal!"

Looking at the melon seed shells that were almost piled up in front of Lu Xiaoxiao, Lu Heng reminded him.

"I know, I know, brother Li Heng talks a lot."

Lu Xiaoxiao grabbed another handful and said while eating.

"Sister Lingxuan, aren't you going to help?"

Li Heng stopped paying attention to Lu Xiaoxiao and turned to Su Lingxuan and asked.

With the addition of Su Lingxuan's combat power, wouldn't it be possible to resolve the battle faster?

Why does Su Lingxuan still have time to eat melon seeds here? Li Heng was really curious.

"I wanted to do it too, but they wouldn't let me do it. They also said that for such a trashy character, I don't need to take action at all. I can just watch from the sidelines."

Su Lingxuan said helplessly that she couldn't figure out what the brain circuits of these disciples were.

On the battlefield, after a Tian Dao Sect disciple defeated several enemies in a row, he touched his growling stomach and complained: "Fighting on an empty stomach has some effects.

Normally I would have solved the kind of rubbish just now with one knife, but today I actually used two knives. "

"Who says it's not the case? It's so early in the morning. I didn't even have time to eat breakfast before I came to pray for God. I'm hungry too."

"It would be great if I could have a fried dough stick with a cup of soy milk."

A foodie disciple fantasized about delicious fried dough sticks and soy milk.

A Xuanyin Sect disciple seized this opportunity and launched a sneak attack.

"I'll dodge."

The foodie disciple dodged with one easy jump.

"You have the nerve to carry out sneak attacks just now. Do you think I've been eating for nothing these days? Do you know how hard I work to eat?"

"No, you don't know. You'd better die. If it weren't for you bunch of bastards, I would be at Junior Brother Li Heng's place right now, eating breakfast and singing songs. Not to mention how high I am."

The foodie disciple got angrier and angrier as he talked, and kicked the corpse in front of him "bang, bang" twice more.

As the saying goes: "The speaker has no intention, the listener has the intention."

This foodie disciple's complaints happened to be listened to by Li Heng who was not far away.

"Yes, even though I am a scumbag, I can't come to Xuanyin Sect in vain. Now all the senior brothers are fighting hungry. Isn't this the time when I, the cook, come into play?"

Li Heng stood up in a hurry. He was suffering from the fact that he had no chance to contribute his meager strength to this just battle.

This senior brother's complaint just gave Li Heng a hint.

"I can't fight, but you can't cook!"

The corners of Li Heng's mouth gradually turned up, and a hint of a bad smile leaked out unintentionally.

After retreating, he, Li Heng, was going to start causing trouble.

There was a "boom" sound.

Li Heng took out his six-foot-long mobile stove from Najie and threw it to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Let me go, little friend Li Heng, what are you doing? Are you going to fight with this?"

Seeing Li Heng take out his meal, Song Qingfeng thought he couldn't stand his loneliness and was going to join the war.

"Junior brother Li Heng, you are a chef and not suitable for fighting. Let us ordinary monks do this kind of thing."

"Yes, brother Li Heng, please don't be impulsive!"

The three people stood up quickly and surrounded Li Heng to persuade him. They were really afraid that Li Heng would rush forward if his brain got hot.

"Who said I was going to fight? Have you ever seen someone carrying a stove to fight?"

Li Heng asked with black lines on his head.

"No."

The three of them shook their heads and replied.

"That's alright, I just heard some senior brothers say they were hungry, and I'm going to make them some food to replenish their strength."

"Stand aside and stop blocking me."

Li Heng took out another meal of kitchen utensils and explained to the three of them.

"What the hell? You want to cook? Now? Right here?"

The three people asked in disbelief.

"Hey, isn't this a little inappropriate? After all, there's a fight going on nearby."

Song Qingfeng, Su Lingxuan and Lu Xiaoxiao licked their lips and said that they disagreed with their mouths, but their bodies were quite honest.

"Then I'll make it later. Do you want to eat it or not?"

Li Heng rolled his eyes at the three of them and asked.

"eat."

The three of them said in unison and nodded firmly.

"You're kidding, only fools won't eat it, don't you think so, Lingxuan?"

Song Qingfeng asked Su Lingxuan.

"Uh-huh."

Su Lingxuan kept nodding her head and said, why did the master ask her like this? Something felt wrong.

It was the first time for Li Heng to do such a crazy thing while cooking next to the battlefield.

"What should we do? Brothers and sisters are still fighting. Time is running out, so do it as simple as possible."

"Okay, let's make porridge."

Li Heng made up his mind. Compared with other dishes, cooking porridge couldn't be simpler and takes less time. It is suitable for this situation.

Place the pot and add rice and water.

In addition to these two things, Li Heng also added a plant unique to the Xuanwu Continent - Blood Spirit Grass - into the pot.

Blood Spirit Grass is a first-level elixir that has the effect of healing wounds and relieving pain. It is often used by alchemists to refine the first-level elixir - Blood Recovery Pill.

Li Heng wanted to give it a try and add the Blood Spirit Grass directly to the dishes he made. He didn't know if it would have healing effects.

It didn't take long for the porridge to be ready.

The moment Li Heng opened the lid of the pot, a faint aroma of porridge spread, covering half of the battlefield.

Li Heng first served a bowl to each of the three people who were waiting for food, and Xiao Chi didn't leave any.

"It's strange, senior brother, why do I suddenly smell the aroma of porridge?"

The disciple who was closer to Li Heng confirmed with the disciple next to him.

"It's true, I smell it too."

"What's going on? Is it Junior Brother Li Heng who is cooking?"

"Damn, we're fighting a war here, can you be more serious? Junior Brother Li Heng is really good at playing, isn't he?"

This disciple had just finished complaining when he heard the voice of Junior Brother Li Heng.

"Senior brother, who is hungry, come here for some porridge."

Li Heng roared at the top of his lungs.

"Junior brother Li Heng is really cooking. Senior brother, please do it for me first. I'll go and come back."

The next scene was a bit strange. One after another, disciples of Tiantian Daozong abandoned the enemies in front of them and ran to Li Heng to get porridge.

A senior brother who was slightly injured was pleasantly surprised to find after drinking it that the porridge not only replenished his spiritual power, but also slowly repaired his own injuries.

"This... this porridge is so incredible! Its curative effect is comparable to that of elixirs!"

With the blessing of Li Heng's spiritual energy porridge, the Tiandao Sect gradually gained an advantage.

"Brother, you've all drank several bowls, and we can't hold it anymore. It's time for us to take over."

A disciple who was still fighting hard urged with tears streaming down his face.

"Got it, come right now."

"Junior brother Li Heng, please help me fill this bowl."

"okay."

Li Heng quickly served another full bowl to the senior brother who was about to take the stage.

The senior brother sucked a mouthful of porridge along the edge of the bowl to prevent the porridge from spilling out.

"Haha, comfortable, so comfortable."