Please allow me to salt fish [Hong Huang]

"Doing a good deed every day has immeasurable merit. I am really too kind."

Watching Xiao Qingniu pack up his possessions and run away with admiration, Kunpeng forcibly restrained himself from keeping the other party in captivity to provide him with a steady stream of food. "

This piece of meat is bigger than him after the transformation, but compared to Kunpeng's prototype, it can only be stuffed between his teeth. If Kunpeng's meat is very delicious, he really doesn't mind cutting it off to taste, anyway, compared to his It's nothing more than a layer of skin for its size.

Because the other party took the initiative to cut off the meat, the calf was at least as good as a celestial being, so the beef was still alive, exuding a fishy-sweet smell, making people salivate.

He found a random place to clean it up, and Kunpeng had already made up his mind about how to deal with this piece of meat. First, he used magic to divert water to clean up the piece of meat carefully, and then separated the meat according to different eating methods.

For Hong Huang, who is still in the stage of drinking blood, no one can surpass Kunpeng in his pursuit of food. This inexplicable confidence makes him strive for perfection in making dishes.

Some slices are thinly sliced ​​for grilling, some are cut into small pieces and braised in brown sauce, and the rest can be made into beef balls. It is more delicious to add some side dishes to make soup.

As for those unexplained recipes, it is not a problem. Kunpeng can directly use magic to create, and even make the taste more perfect. This is the power of a foodie.

Stirring the meatballs in the pot, Kunpeng hesitantly took out all kinds of spiritual herbs he had collected. These are relatively common spiritual herbs, which are not innate and have no effect on him at present. He just collected them so as not to waste them. .

Although the owner of the meatballs is not interested in eating grass, a habit of combining meat and vegetables is disturbing him, making him always want to throw some grass in and cook together.

"The taste of the spirit grass shouldn't be bad, right?" Muttering to himself to comfort himself, Kunpeng picked a few herbs that seemed to be compatible and threw them in, and put the lid on to prevent the spirit energy from leaking out.

The food can already be started in time, but it is almost drinking.

"It would be great if that cow also produced milk!" Composing a natural Kunpeng, he has never drank milk, but he has a hunch that he should like the taste.

After thinking about it, Kunpeng took out the only innate spiritual root he had obtained.

Because the network connection with the Heavenly Dao is smooth, with the prehistoric habit, as long as the cultivation level is sufficient, everything can be queried from the Heavenly Dao, so Kunpeng naturally calculated that this spiritual root is called Xiantian Money Orange.

Although there is only one fruit on it for the time being, Kunpeng thinks adding some water to make a cup of juice should be enough.

After setting the table with a sense of ritual, Kunpeng lifted the lid of the pot and prepared to start it.

"I am really talented, and the spiritual grass I randomly choose is so perfect."

Just as the chopsticks were poking at a ball, Kunpeng frowned and looked up to the left.

Soon, a figure came with a sword.

Looking at the person who landed in front of him, Kunpeng couldn't help feeling a little fond. This was the first time he met a fellow Taoist whose appearance was similar to his own age in the prehistoric age.

The other party looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with a firm face, a piercing sword intent and an arrogance that seemed to pierce the world.But this arrogance is not annoying, because once there is no arrogance, this person will be like a broken sword. Anyone who thinks of that moment will have a deep regret and regret in his heart.

In addition to this arrogance, he also has a kind of detachment and rebellion that suits his age, which makes Kunpeng feel a sense of intimacy.

Withdrawing his scattered thoughts, Kunpeng looked at the other party again, not knowing what he wanted to do.

The young man was a little embarrassed, "I am in Xiatongtian, and I happened to see that the alchemy technique of a fellow Taoist is completely different from that of my elder brother, so I want to discuss it together."

"Alchemy?" Kunpeng pointed hesitantly at his beef ball soup, "Is this what you're talking about?"

Tong Tian nodded hastily, "The elixir made by fellow Taoist smells very fragrant. Although the aura has dissipated a bit, it is much better than my elder brother's black balls. The key point is that my elder brother insists on forcing me to eat it every time I practice it. One, but also tell him how he feels, if fellow daoist can tell me how to refine a elixir like yours, I will be very grateful."

Seeing Tongtian go from talking about the pain and anger of being forced to test the medicine, to the hopeful face of the final request, Kunpeng really couldn't bear to tell him that this is not alchemy, maybe Honghuang's alchemy is boiled meatballs?

Reaching out his hand to invite the other party to sit down, Kunpeng handed over a pair of chopsticks, "Fellow Daoist, you are welcome, this is the first time for Kunpeng to experiment with this alchemy method, why don't we taste it together."

Guessing that there was no talk of poisoning at this time, Tong Tian sat on the ground defenseless and took the chopsticks.

Kunpeng wasn't worried that Tongtian wouldn't be able to use it at all. He could feel that the other party was also a Golden Immortal, and his level was not lower than his own. With the Golden Immortal's mastery of the body, learning to use chopsticks was as easy as drinking water.

Kunpeng chatted with each other while enjoying the food.

Honghuang is the place where fate is the most important, and Kunpeng and him are indeed quite close, and the more they chat, the more they feel like friends at first sight.

After passing through the embarrassment of the first meeting, Tongtian soon began to vomit bitterness.

According to him, since he took shape, there have been two older brothers on top of him. Apart from occasionally forcing him to take the elixir he made, the elder brother has no other problems, and the second elder brother has accounted for at least nine-tenths of his suffering. .

"You said that ever since I was born, he has disliked me, relying on himself to be born so early, he will control me in everything, think that I don't respect him, think that I cause trouble all the time, obviously my elder brother has never controlled me like that , and didn’t care about him, why do you insist on letting me listen to him.”

Turning over the sliced ​​meat that was being grilled, Kunpeng nodded in agreement, and he knew how uncomfortable it was to have someone nagging in his ear, "So you can travel alone in the prehistoric region, and you will naturally be clean."

Tong Tian gave a big praise, clapped his hands and said: "So I broke through the restriction imposed by my second brother and slipped away when they were all retreating, and I ran away when they came out, hahahaha!"

Running away from home in the prehistoric environment, Kunpeng couldn't help but feel sorry for his elder brother for three seconds. It's not easy to raise a bear child. I didn't expect Sanqing's respective personalities to be like this. I don't know what he left behind for his second brother to listen to later. What expression is it.

Kunpeng always had the feeling that this brat would suffer great setbacks in the future, and the feeling of broken feelings was really uncomfortable, so he couldn't help saying sincerely: "There are countless prehistoric crises, and you three brothers are transformed by Pangu Yuanshen. Absolutely not much, presumably your brother is also for your safety."

Seeing that Tongtian was not convinced and wanted to refute, Kunpeng deliberately put on an appearance of vicissitudes, "I also thought that a person was unrestrained and free, until I met a demon cultivator not long ago and almost lost his life, and then realized that I was alone. I am afraid that there will be no traces of death in the world, and I am afraid that there will be no one who remembers himself."

The more he talked, Kunpeng's tone became more serious, and his mood was brought into the final ending, and he froze there in a daze.