Cultivation of a Foodie God [Holographic Online Game]

The peak hour of this food street has passed, and shopkeeper Dong has made a lot of money by taking advantage of Song Chi's name. Although the flow of people is getting smaller and smaller, nearly [-]% of people will stop to buy a bowl of noodles.

In the eyes of players, this Tianzilou is an evil capitalist. Cold steamed buns without attributes cost three gold coins. This rare new product only sells for ten gold coins. It's just a matter of three steamed buns.

Watching shopkeeper Dong's pocket bulge, the sky is getting darker, the sun has not yet set, but the surrounding area seems to be stained with ink, the light ink color implies the coming of night, Rong Bai wants to go back early, Now that Song Chi had no helpers, a chill came over his heart, the autumn wind was still cold.

Song Chi looked up at the sky at 45 degrees, and felt artistic in his heart.

It would be a lie to say that he was not sad, but Song Chi couldn't swallow the sigh of thinking that the restaurant he just bought would fall into someone else's pocket.

After locking Shi Tianxia, ​​Song Chi closed, and shopkeeper Dong said with a smile on his face, "Brother Song Chi, your shop closed really early."

The eyeballs rolled in their sockets, gleaming with malicious intent.

Song Chi didn't answer Shopkeeper Dong's question, and walked away with his short sleeves flicking like the ancients.

Shopkeeper Dong stroked his goatee contentedly, it was fine if the restaurant had been closed early, anyway whether it was closed or not would be in his pocket in the end.

Shopkeeper Dong smiled and recalled Xiao Er who was still busy.

"Little Erzi, go to the street and buy another fifty catties of flour!"

"okay!"

Xiao Er diligently took the gold coin from the shopkeeper, and ran out.

Song Chi returned to the residential area alone, the autumn wind was not as mild as the spring breeze, mixed with a little sleepiness, and the hunger was more obvious.

Subconsciously covering his stomach, a few drops of cold sweat dripped from Song Chi's forehead, his face lost half of its color, and his handsome appearance twisted into a ball.

Unexpectedly... This game of eating arrows can actually make people's pain so realistic. Now his stomach hurts like crazy, as if there are countless blades swimming in the stomach, draining the blood All tangled with the meat.

I suddenly remembered that I hadn't eaten since I was busy in the morning, and it would be strange if there was nothing wrong with the hunger and full meal in the past few days.

Enduring the pain, he sat on the chair and poured himself a cup of tea. Song Chi put down the cup as soon as the tea entered his mouth. The tea was too cold to drink.

Sitting on the chair for a while, he was ready to feed his injured stomach.

The sky was already half dark, and the moonlight appeared hazy in this scene, as if covering a piece of paper, faintly.Song Chi came to the courtyard in the dark, and a prominent voice broke the silent night.

Like the whispering of a hen, the cooing sound successfully attracted Song Chi's attention. Unexpectedly, there was a chicken coop in the corner of this small yard!

The chicken coop is made of dry straw, and it is not so noticeable in this small corner. If the hens in the coop hadn't crowed a few times today, Song Chi would have thought it was a pile of weeds.

As the saying goes, like mother, like son...not true.

As the saying goes, where there is a hen, there must be eggs!

The hen seemed to be sent by Aunt De that day, and Song Chi was reluctant to eat it. He still hoped that the hen would lay a few more eggs for him. warm egg on a straw mattress.

The moment Song Chi took the egg away, the hen was instantly woken up.

Cooing and screaming in the yard, chicken feathers flying everywhere.

Hen: Damn it!I haven't covered the eggs yet!

Song Chi ignored the hen's fried feathers, and calmly held the two eggs in his hand and entered the kitchen. The kitchen is made of bamboo, but the stove is made of earthen stove, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. A lot of them are placed on the cooking table in this small kitchen.

Song Chi cracked two eggs along the edge of the iron pan and put them into a bowl, sighing softly, "It seems that I have to thank Aunt De Shude well."

The orange-red egg yolk is wrapped in the transparent and crystal-clear egg white. Slender wooden chopsticks stir up the egg liquid, and the egg white and egg yolk are fused together to roll up layers of egg flowers. When the chopsticks touch the porcelain bowl, they make a crisp knock.

Then add salt. I heard that the salt used in this village is sea salt. The grains of sea salt are large, and each grain of salt is as clear and eye-catching as crystal.

Touching his chest, the stomach that had just settled down began to move wildly again, Song Chi frowned.Boil the water, put a straw mat in the pot to isolate the water, and put in the freshly seasoned egg liquid.

Covering the pot, Song Chi squatted under the earthen stove and fanned the fire, and white smoke suddenly rose from the pot.

Waiting is a very long process, and Song Chi was so bored that when he squatted in the corner and drew circles, the system's notification sound knocked him into a daze.

Ding--

Congratulations player!Complete the hidden mission, the second branch: increase the sales of wheat

Reward: Random!

Ding——Congratulations, player!Get the chance to draw the top ten artifacts!

Do you want to start?

Song Chi chose yes. Although he didn't know how he completed this task by himself, it must be something good to hear the system say that it is one of the top ten artifacts.

The system is extracting...

Ding!Congratulations to the player, draw a full moon blade!

Wucao, you know it's a good knife just by its name, and Song Chi was taken aback when he took it out of his backpack.

Such streamlines, such handles, such ribbons!This is clearly a kitchen knife, okay?fall!

Song Chi was already unable to complain about this system that has been devoured by arrows, but to be honest, the full moon blade feels lighter than ordinary kitchen knives, and the half-moon-like blade shone with a cold light.

Putting the kitchen knife back, Song Chi continued to solve his food and clothing problem. The egg liquid... no, to be precise, the stewed egg already exudes the sweetness of the egg.

He uncovered the pot, endured the heat, and brought it out. The hot air curled up with white smoke and wrapped around the bowl, giving it a somewhat immortal air.

The goose-yellow stewed egg is as delicate as Jiangnan silk, and the lingering fragrance of the egg catches Song Chi's nose. After dripping a few drops of sesame oil, the fresh fragrance of the egg custard and the fragrance of sesame oil are entangled together, opening up another level the gate.

Song Chi's stomach is cold and he doesn't like green onions so he can't eat heavily. He thought the egg custard would be bland in the mouth, but after he finished the first bite, he realized how ignorant his thoughts were just now!

The boiling/hot egg custard stimulates the tip of the tongue, and it seems to melt in the next second when you put it in your mouth. The fresh aroma of sesame oil and egg custard opens up your appetite. It is elegant but warm. The taste of the whole person seems to be wrapped in the ocean of egg custard, soft but not watery.

Song Chi exhaled a few mouthfuls of hot air, which even warmed up Tsundere's stomach...

Ding--

Congratulations to the player who lights up the egg custard, currently a beginner!