Notes on building a city in the immortal world

"again?"

The head of Bailu Village looked at Zhenyan strangely.

Zhenyan didn't bother to explain, he took out the potatoes from the storage bag for a closer look.

These potatoes were no different from what Zhenyan knew, but they felt cold to the touch, as if they had just been taken out of the freezer of the refrigerator, and the air-conditioning felt a little familiar.

Zhenyan simply took a sip.

"Young master, young master?!"

"It's very similar to the weird taste I ate in my dream," Zhenyan said with a frown, "but it's slightly different. If you want to describe it, the weird taste is like a smoothie, scooped up with a rustle, and it's still delicious when you eat it. Water is relatively simple; this taste is more like ice cream, with a higher viscosity and more complex."

Lu Dayong couldn't understand Zhenyan's metaphor, and he didn't really want to understand it.

"Young master, can you even taste the taste of 'qi'?" Lu Dayong said.

"gas?"

"It's the spirit energy, the smell of monster energy."

"How can drinking northwest wind have a taste..."

Zhenyan said so, but paused in the middle.

He raised his hand, squeezed out a small ball of his spiritual power, and stuffed it into his mouth.

It seems to have a real taste?

But it's not as obvious as the weird taste, but if there is nothing, it seems to disappear as soon as it reaches the tip of the tongue.

Is it because my spiritual power is too weak?If you find someone with stronger spiritual power...

Zhenyan glanced at the village chief.

Lu Dayong's hair exploded all of a sudden.

He felt that the young master's eyes were very terrifying, as if he was looking at a muntjac to be skinned.

"I, it's almost time for me to go back to the village! It will be dark any later!" Lu Dayong said in a panic.

When he ran away this time, he didn't dare to look back.

"Why are you running?" Zhenyan complained in dissatisfaction, "I don't even want to give it to me for an existence with a delicacy of only 13!"

It's better to find a chance to ask Nangong Qin to let him lick it.

The aura of the Mahayana period should be the upper limit of this world, and it is so delicious that it cannot be tasted.

Speaking of eating...

Zhenyan looked at the potatoes in the storage bag.

Although the place where it grows is strange, but if you think about it carefully, the potatoes you ate at the tea party seem to be grown in wells, so there will be no problem eating them, right?Even if there are problems, there are ancestors...

Zhenyan happily borrowed the kitchen from the innkeeper.

It was almost an hour and a half later when Nangong Qin received his power.

After all, he wasn't in his own cave, and he still had Zhenyan by his side. Even though there were restrictions around the room, he didn't dare to concentrate too much. He just ran the exercises in a circle to confirm that he would not lose control, and then he stopped.

Anyway, he doesn't need to sleep at night, he can wait for Zhenyan to fall asleep before continuing.

Now that Zhenyan is not in his sight, Nangongqin is a little worried, so he is going to find Zhenyan and come back.

Nangong Qin didn't expect to hear noisy voices as soon as the restraint was lifted.

The sound insulation of this inn is not very good. Even the upper class rooms can easily hear the noise from the neighbors, but now the sound of the vegetable market is coming from downstairs. In theory, the night has fallen, so it shouldn’t be so noisy. right.

Nangong Qin carefully discerned the content of the voice.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

"I haven't eaten such delicious food since I built my foundation!"

"I want another one!"

"Shopkeeper, why isn't mine ready yet!?"

They are...!

Nangong Qin waved his sleeves, and the person had disappeared from the room, and appeared behind Zhenyan the next moment.

At this moment, Zhenyan is in a dark and narrow room, where it is difficult to even turn around, the ventilation is also very bad, and it is full of oily smoke, so that the air is very turbid, and with the heat of the firewood, it is difficult to just stand here. It's like torture.

"No, I'm just grilling meat! Don't make it look like I'm in jail!" Zhenyan complained for some reason.

But in such a small space, he turned his head and saw Nangongqin's existence.

"Ancestor, why are you here?" Zhenyan asked in surprise.

Without waiting for Nangong Qin to say anything, he shouted to the outside: "Shopkeeper, that's it for today! I won't take the next order!" But the movements of his hands didn't stop.

Hearing Zhenyan's voice, the guests in the hall protested loudly:

"Hey, the cook said he quit!"

"What? Just closed?!"

"What about my share?"

"I haven't eaten yet!"

The innkeeper also reversed the slow look when he checked in the room, and rushed into the kitchen with his hem up: "Little ancestor, now is the time when there are the most guests, you can insist on one more, no, half an hour, okay?!"

"That's what you said half an hour ago." Zhenyan smiled wryly.

"But……!!"

The shopkeeper wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back suddenly.

Because the terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly spread from the man beside Zhenyan, the shopkeeper didn't dare to make a sound.

Was this person there just now?

The shopkeeper thought tremblingly.

In fact, not only the shopkeeper, but even the lobby of the inn became quiet.

Only Zhenyan smiled as if nothing had happened: "Don't worry, I will finish baking the orders for the customers who have already placed orders first. By the way, shopkeeper, how many more are there?"

"Seven, seven..." the shopkeeper said in a trembling voice.

"That will be soon, just give me time for a cup of tea," Zhenyan said with a smile to Nangong Qin: "But the air here is not good, you can go back to your room and wait for me."

"I'm right here." Nangong Qin said coldly, still staring at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was fighting with each other and almost knelt down.

"By the way, the shopkeeper, please send a bucket of water to my room first!" Zhenyan said, "I'm covered in sweat, so I can't go back without taking a shower."

"The little one will go right away!" The shopkeeper left the kitchen as if fleeing.

Zhenyan said to Nangongqin: "Ancestor, since you want to stay here, stay away from me, right? There is oily smoke here, and it won't be good if you get dirty."

"Okay." Nangong Qin replied, but didn't seem to move.

Zhenyan shook his head helplessly.

He could only speed up his movements, grilled the meat as fast as possible, and delivered it to the guests.

When delivering the food, Nangong Qin didn't follow, and a bold guest asked Xiang Zhenyan in a low voice: "Brother, will you cook here tomorrow?"

"No," Zhenyan replied in a voice that everyone could hear: "I came to buy from Bailu Village, and I will go back tomorrow! But if you are interested, you can come to Bailu Village to have a look. We The main practice is spiritual food!"

"White Deer Village..."

Several guests murmured and repeated Zhenyan's words.

"Yan'er, do you want these people to go to the village?"

The two returned to the room. When Zhenyan was taking a bath, Nangongqin asked abruptly.

Nangong Qin leaned on the soft couch, saw the candlelight flickering softly behind the screen, reflected Zhenyan's slender figure on the screen, and imposed three layers of restrictions on the outside of the room, and even surrounded the entire street where the inn is located. They all set up a magic circle.

Of course Zhenyan didn't know about Nangongqin's actions.

He wiped his body absent-mindedly, and lazily replied: "I missed them, and I happened to practice my hands for the children."

After all, there are only a few villagers, and no matter how much porridge the children cook, they can only earn so much experience.

"Really?" It turned out that the students were asked to do it.

Nangong Qin was inexplicably relieved.

It's not that Zhenyan can cook by himself.

Nangongqin didn't know why she didn't like seeing Zhenyan cook food for others so much.

Even the villagers of Bailu Village.

However, Zhenyan feeds wherever he goes.

Nangong Qin felt unhappy when he thought about it: "Why would you cook food for those people?"

"Oh, I borrowed the kitchen to fry something, but it seemed to smell too fragrant when the oil was squeezed, so I attracted a few people over," Zhenyan explained, "It happened that I bought a whole pig when I squeezed the oil, and I just bought a whole pig. Simply sell the barbecue! Unexpectedly, there are more and more people, and it turns out that they bring the meat to the barbecue."

Having said that, Zhenyan was a little indignant.

"By the way, ancestor, do you know? They are such a waste! A big fat pig of two hundred catties, they want to burn it after only cutting the demon pill! But I want to buy it, but they are not willing to cut it, It made me have to buy them all! But I drank such disgusting tea today, I don’t want to eat pork at all, it’s a good thing those people are willing to buy my barbecue, otherwise it’s too bad!”

"However, in this way, I earned back the money I bought for the pigs, and I also earned more than 200 spirit stones." Zhenyan said happily.

Nangong Qin didn't know what to be happy about.

It's just two hundred low-grade spirit stones, and Zhenyan clearly wants to give him a whole vein of minerals as long as he asks.

At this time, after Zhenyan had finished taking a shower, he came out from behind the screen while wiping his hair, and asked Nangongqin.

"By the way, ancestor, how is your rest?"

"It's almost fine." Nangong Qin replied.

He looked at Zhenyan's thin undershirt and frowned.

After Nangongqin picked up her robe and put it on Zhenyan, she rang the bell to call the shopkeeper to come up and carry the tub away.

Zhenyan didn't care about such a trivial matter. He arranged the table with great interest, and then sat down with Nangongqin, and then took out a basin of long, golden objects from the storage bag.

It looks like food.

"This is french fries, made of potatoes." Zhenyan said, "I bought pork frying oil just to fry this. In fact, it would be better with vegetable oil and butter. Lard oil is too spicy, but I can only make it if I have no conditions." into this."

"Potatoes? From a tea house?" Nangong Qin asked strangely, but he had some memories of this: "I remember you didn't want this?" Although seeing Zhenyan's expression, he seemed to want it very much.

At that time, Nangongqin was thinking about finding a way to get some for Zhenyan!

"This was brought by the village chief." Zhenyan explained the origin of potatoes to Nangongqin.

Nangong Qin picked up a French fries and put it in his mouth while listening: "This thing itself is just a mortal thing, but it can absorb all kinds of spiritual energy. If you like it, it's okay to eat it. It's not harmful."

"That's right, potatoes are the most delicious." Zhenyan agreed.

"However, judging from the growth of this plant, the aura at the bottom of the well is extremely luxuriant..." Nangong Qin said, "I'll go to the bottom of the well tomorrow to have a look."

"I think it might have something to do with the potatoes Mrs. Wenxian threw at the bottom of the well, but I don't know how they grow all over the city." Zhenyan frowned.

He was also putting the Zijin Dan stove on the table, and also took out the tea cake of Yunshuang Xiancha and a pair of white porcelain tea sets.

This pair of tea sets is also a prize that Zhenyan received in the teahouse.

Although the style is simple, it is as thin as a sheet of paper, pure white and flawless.

"Yan'er, what are you doing?" Nangong Qin asked strangely.

"I think the french fries fried in lard are too strong, so you need to hydrolyze the oil with tea. Besides, didn't you drink nothing in the teahouse? Although that kind of dark food is not worth drinking!"

Zhenyan smiled.

"So, come and taste the tea I made! It's specially made for the ancestors!"

Nangong Qin stared blankly at Zhenyan's smile, and suddenly felt that the voice that had been bothering her was nothing.

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