The master of cultivating immortals protects me

The original owner of Xu Xiaofeng's body used to eat simple food every day. He probably knew that although this weird world had a similar language to his original world, the development of food was very different.

Unexpectedly, the diet of this Zongzheng country is even more terrifying than the legendary rotten country that is rich in dark cuisine.

This is Songhe Tower, one of the top restaurants in Xujia City, these are the specialty dishes of Songhe Tower!

"Exquisite seven apertures!"

A pile of chicken hearts.

"Eight-faced majesty!"

Eight small white porcelain bowls, each containing a handful of noodles, were lifted up.

"Ninety-nine to one!"

A bottle of wine.

After the dishes were served, the waiter left the Accord with Yishui's beautiful waiter from Songhe Tower, as light and natural as when he came.

Xu Xiaofeng watched the weird dishes on this table slide up and down his Adam's apple, he was either hungry, or he was feeling a little stuffy.

"These dishes really don't look as good as yours." The master still looked indifferent, compared to Xu Xiaofeng who was a "newcomer", Feng Huang, who had been in this world for a long time, was already accustomed to these undead foods.

Feng Huang almost never ate mortal food, firstly because he didn't need it, and secondly because it was really unattractive.

This place is not comparable to the world Xu Xiaofeng lived in in her previous life. Although birds, beasts, and all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas are available, there have been demons and ghosts raging from time to time throughout the ages, and there are constant conflicts and wars in various places.

The common people only want to fill their stomachs. As for how to cook these foods exquisitely and deliciously, such pursuit is also based on their own wealth and well-being.

Over time, the ordinary people have extremely low requirements for food. Ordinary people only want to eat enough. If it is the rich and powerful, it means that there are more choices in terms of ingredients, and the dishes are more exquisite and beautiful, that's all.

After listening to the master's explanation, Xu Xiaofeng now understands that the people in Ganqing are all after the speciality of the ingredients and the luxury of the plates.

Obviously there are all the seasonings that should be there, but the cooking is not really delicious. No wonder the braised pork he made that day moved the third sister Xu Xiaobei to the point of tears.

Now that the dishes are all ordered, Xu Xiaofeng picks up the chopsticks and tries to pick up a piece of chicken, er, it's too old, bad review!

He picked up another piece of roasted pig's trotter, which tasted okay, but it was too burnt to taste.

Looking at the dishes on this table, Xu Xiaofeng felt it was a pity, so he immediately called the waiter in, and the waiter froze in place immediately after listening to Xu Xiaofeng's request.

"Mr. Xu, you, you mean that you want to cook by yourself?!" The shop waiter has worked in Songhe Tower for many years, and this is the first time he heard that a customer wants to reprocess the dishes.

"Could it be that this dish doesn't suit your taste?"

Needless to say, it doesn't suit the taste. In Xu Xiaofeng's opinion, it's a waste of ingredients and extravagance to make the table full of dishes so bland. The most important thing is that he spent money on these dishes!

Xu Xiaofeng insisted on going back to the pot and redoing all the dishes in person, and the waiter in the shop was in a dilemma and had to say that he couldn't decide this matter, and he needed to report it to the steward of the West Building.

After a while, the waiter came in with two men with cold faces.

The two leading middle-aged men, one fat and the other thin, were tall and thin, wearing a stone blue satin shirt, their complexion was slightly yellow, their sunken eye sockets seemed to be embedded with two gray dead fish eyes, and the corners of their lips curled downwards. It was as if someone owed him 3000 million.

Behind the thin and tall man was a fat man who was about five big and three thick, with an apron tied around his waist, his eyes stared at Xu Xiaofeng like two red-hot charcoal balls, as if he could spit out fire to kill Xu Xiaofeng just by blinking his eyes. Burned to coal ash, it seems that it should be the master of Songhe Tower.

"I heard that Fifth Young Master Xu thinks our Songhe Tower's food is unpalatable, so he has to cook it himself. Does your Excellency think that your food is better than mine?!" Without even saying hello, the fat man yelled at Xu Xiaofeng in a rough voice up.

Xu Xiaofeng replied confidently: "Yes."