Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

After taking the vitality potion, Zhao Chuanxin also felt the pain in his stomach.

But Captain Zhao had experienced many injuries. He considered himself a hero and remained silent, but the muscles on his face could not restrain the distortion.

"Fuck, if I'm caught and executed by a kid, will I become a traitor?"

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin was thinking about this.

People who accuse the rich of donating less often have nothing to lose, people who claim to be patriotic may not even pay taxes, and moral kidnappers love to criticize others. These are all numerous.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chuanxin had to examine himself three times again: I am true, I am kind, and I am beautiful.

Well, that's no problem.

While thinking wildly, the effect of particle flow in the body disappeared, and Zhao Chuanxin felt more relaxed than ever before.

He understood that the vitality spring water itself may not be so magical, but the relief after pain makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, moved his hands and feet, and said to himself happily: "I want to fight ten desert emperors!"

But Xingyue said: Fight Level 59 Desert Emperor tomorrow.

Zhao Chuanxin's confident smile froze. He had not yet passed Level 58 Desert Emperor.

Whether it's reality or a virtual game, the feeling of being abused is always bad.

The temperature dropped sharply tonight, probably to around minus 30 degrees Celsius, and the floor-to-ceiling windows of the mountainside hut were completely frosted.

Just as Zhao Chuanxin was about to take out the wine, he heard the sound of tapping on the window.

He walked over and pressed his palms against the window to let his body temperature melt the frost. The exposed glass reflected a pair of yellow eyes with large pupils.

It's a snowy owl.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the door and put it in.

This guy staggered into the house with steps that he didn't recognize.

As soon as he entered the house, he found the paper that belonged to him and squatted down, squinting his eyes as if he was yawning.

It clicked its mouth. Zhao Chuanxin took out the "Old God Codex" and looked at the cover. What it said was: "Where did you go last night? You froze to death."

Zhao Chuanxin slept in his own house in Lubin Mansion last night.

Since Yao Bing's parents and grandparents came to Lubin Mansion, he moved back home, so there were only Rebecca Levi and the Tsarist Russian maid Nina in the house.

Occasionally, Zhao Chuanxin would go back to prevent him from getting into trouble.

He said, "Wait until I nail a hut for you outside. If I'm not at home, you can spend the night in the hut."

Snowy owls are completely diurnal, unlike other owls that hunt at night.

The snowy owl said, "It's not as warm as your home outside."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin wondered: "Why can't you survive the winter without me?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it may be warm. Who likes to suffer?"

It made sense, but Zhao Chuanxin couldn't refute it.

After thinking about it, he said: "Tomorrow morning, I will take you to a place where you can go to sleep at night."

The Snow Owl moved towards the window and yawned again: "That's great, I'm going to sleep."

After saying that, he closed his eyes.

It was afraid of extreme cold, but it was also afraid of heat. The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the temperature near the window felt just right for it.

After Zhao Chuanxin refreshed the "Old God Code" for that day's physical strength, he released Xingyue, which controlled the black puppet craftsman to write a task schedule for Cui Fenghua on the table.

Zhao Chuanxin himself took out the rack and baking pan, took out the beef he bought in Hulun City, washed it, cut it, put it into a porcelain basin, and marinated it with soy sauce, sugar, and thirteen spices.

He has been eating very casually recently, and today he was in a good mood. He made a rare move and cut onions.

When cutting onions, even though the knife was stained with water, Zhao Chuanxin was still so angry that he burst into tears. The god of war and black magic will be dragged down to the mortal world at this time, no different from ordinary people.

He found that his tear ducts were more developed than before, and a large amount of tears quickly washed away the spicy taste of the onions.

This made Zhao Chuanxian feel strange. Could it be the effect of Shi Zhongshui again?

Zhao Chuanxin has recently been trying to eat mixed fats and oils. In addition to soybean oil, there are also beef tallow, lard and butter, and he eats meat and vegetables mixed in a ratio of one to one.

Some people say that butter is vegetarian oil. Can butter extracted from milk be called vegetarian oil?

Because I drank Shi Zhong Shui yesterday, my body became sensitive.

Therefore, after the beef was marinated, Zhao Chuanxin used two baking pans, one with soybean oil and one with butter.

The two baking pans were heated at the same time, the sound of barbecue sizzling was heard, and the disturbed Snow Owl opened its eyes.

"Da da da……"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't read the translation. He flipped the baking sheet with a wooden shovel and said, "You are full, but I am still hungry. You must get used to falling asleep with this sizzling sound that can sublimate your soul."

Snowy Owl: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a porcelain plate. This was a blue and white porcelain of the Yang Borun School imitating the Kangxi period. The plate had a blue and white panoramic view, towering pavilions, cornices, surrounded by pines and cypresses. The rocks were lightly crusted with thick moss, and the edges were delicate and ink. Subtle.

People in the industry can tell at a glance that this thing was produced during the Guangxu period.

But the value is still high, and it can be regarded as a masterpiece imitating the blue and white flowers of Kangxi.

Zhao Chuanxin traveled south and north, and when he saw good things, he did not hesitate to spend money to buy them. He actually had some inventory in his hands.

Then use a clay mortar to mash the cashews and peanuts, pour them into a blue and white porcelain plate, mix them with raw and cooked cumin powder, salt, sugar, peach cake, cooked sesame seeds, and chili powder, and stir them together.

So the dipping sauce is ready.

He took out the Tongsheng gold pot he bought in Jinzhou and poured a cup into it.

Very good, Qihuo.

When the meat is cooked, stop and turn off the heat.

For people who are into crafts, even a pair of chopsticks is very important.

Zhao Chuanxin's chopsticks are spinach green jasper inlaid with red sandalwood and inlaid with gold tips. The tail of the chopsticks has a pure gold crown-style bun, and below is a section of red sandalwood. The square red sandalwood has extremely fine gold-inlaid Tang grass patterns. The lower section is jasper, which is engraved with non-slip cloud and thunder patterns. The bottom part is still red sandalwood, but the chopstick heads are made of pure gold.

The color of the top and chopstick head match.

There is only one pair in the world, and Cixi will not need it while she is alive.

Began to eat.

Zhao Chuanxin first tasted the beef on the soybean oil baking pan, and then felt it carefully after swallowing it.

Hmm, soybean oil has a bit of a strong taste.

Then there’s the buttery one.

After baking two plates, he baked another plate using boiled butter and lard.

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised to find that regardless of the taste, butter seemed to be the best and soybean oil the worst in terms of its impact on his body.

Aren’t you saying that animal oil is bad for your health?

Why is the opposite true?

Or is he an exception because there are too many things in his body that are different from ordinary people?

He drained the Tong Sheng Jin Shao Guo in one gulp, and the fire ray entered his throat, and his stomach suddenly felt warm.

In the past, even if he only drank a small cup, he would get drunk immediately.

But it didn't happen this time. After my stomach warmed up, it was as if I hadn't drank, and there was no reaction to alcohol.

While he was thinking about it, he smelled the strong smell of alcohol in his nose.

Lower your head and smell it, it's coming from your body.