People in the original god, part-time river god

It's just that the working capital owned by Mr. Mao is only 100 million moras, so he can only write down the IOU first.

Moreover, it is impossible to give Feng Yi all the 100 million Mora. He needs to keep half of it to maintain the daily operation of Wanmin Hall.

In the end, what Feng Yi got was only 50 moras.

But these moras are enough to meet daily expenses in the short term.

When the details of the two were finalized, Xiangling also finished her busy cooking and returned here.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the huge bear's paw on the guest table, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

Feng Yi, father, what is this?

Xiangling, come here, this is

When Master Mao told Xiangling what had happened, Xiangling was also shocked by Feng Yi's generosity.

When Xiangling was learning to cook, she asked her father why she couldn't buy the precious ingredients recorded in some recipes from her ancestors.

Her father told her that Manmintang belongs to the Manmintang family, not like glass dishes must be mountain delicacies, moon dishes must be seafood.

Manmintang uses the most popular ingredients, the most universal taste, and the most exquisite craftsmanship to make the most delicious dishes.

The cuisine itself is only prepared for those who are hungry, and those who set the rules are mediocre people who can't see the essence of cuisine.

Xiangling always believed in his father's answer and kept it in his heart.

But with the growth of age and experience, she also discovered some other reasons: those shops at the bottom of them can't buy those precious ingredients at all!

Due to the limitation of ingredients, many dishes cannot be tried, and cooking skills are always limited.

But Xiangling did not admit defeat, she kept developing new dishes to promote the progress of cooking skills.

Xiangling herself also knows that if she wants to truly break through the limits of her culinary skills, she cannot get around the constraints of precious ingredients.

Feng Yi, just tell me what you want to eat in the future, as long as I can do it, I will definitely not let you down!

This is Xiangling himself, thanks to Feng Yi!

Chapter 27 The Demon God of the Stove

There was a quarrel!

Feng Yi looked at it in a daze. Where did the father and daughter Xiangling, who were arguing fiercely, return the father's kindness and daughter's filial piety a second ago?

The focus of the dispute is how to cook this rare delicacy.

Due to lack of experience, the father and daughter discussed and exchanged opinions before cooking.

Who ever thought, disagreement? !

Master Mao advocates continuing to use the classic recipes handed down by the ancestors. This is the culmination of years of hard work by the ancestors, and it is worthy of their meticulous inheritance.

And Xiangling has her own ideas, she thinks some ingredients are outdated, she has better ideas!

Feng Yi couldn't help sighing, he's still poor!

If the ingredients are plentiful, why not do a few more experiments?

How about doing it each and letting brother Feng Yi be the judge?

Master Mao is high-spirited, as if he has found his passion for learning to cook.

no problem!I will let you know that innovation is the source of power for the continuous development of the cooking industry!

Xiangling nodded, agreeing with his father's decision, isn't it just a culinary competition?She took it!

She will prove her strength and ideas to her father!

This time, I won't deliberately let you go!

Master Mao laughed, with confidence in his eyes.

So much the better!You use the stove first, I'll go to the field to find some ingredients, crispy rice, let's go!

Xiangling was equally passionate, turned around and saw Guoba was motionless, staring at the bear's paw on the table, feeling a little surprised.

She has known Guoba for so long, but she has never seen that Guoba is so obsessed with what kind of ingredients!

But the competition is coming soon, there is no extra time for Xiangling to think more.

Reluctantly urged a few times, but the effect was not good, and in the end she left the room with the rice cake.

This scene was watched by Feng Yi who was on the side. Unlike Xiangling who didn't know the identity of the rice cooker, Feng Yi knew that the rice cooker was the stove demon god who guarded Liyue!

Marcusius, the Demon God of the Stove, was born from the sparks generated by the collision of stones. He is in charge of the fire and people's livelihood. He is a Demon God who loves humans!

Thousands of years ago, the ancients expanded their cities and established settlements on the plains, named Guiliji.

The Kitchen God cherishes people's livelihood, transforms into a double body, sneaks into thousands of households, helps make fires and cooks, and helps people reunite.

However, a flood took away their homes, the flood destroyed Guiliji, and the residents were forced to go south and move back to Liyue Port.

Although the journey was not very far, there were strong winds and showers, and the immortals escorted the people for more than ten days.

During this period, Kitchen God made an ancient delicacy, which is composed of naan and meat sauce that can dispel dampness and cold, and is easy to carry.

In the following hundreds of years, there were disasters and diseases on the earth, and the Kitchen God no longer appeared frequently, but poured all his power into the land to quell all kinds of disasters.

The Kitchen God exhausted his strength, his intelligence was greatly reduced, and his stature also became very small. When he finally bid farewell to the immortal, he was no longer as tall as a person.

The kitchen god will bring the happy dishes and the mystery of the fire to the king of rocks and the gods.

Go to the mountains and forests to sleep for a long time

The kitchen god passed away, and the rice crust was born!

On the day he woke up, he ate Xiangling's spicy pork buns. Although he couldn't remember the past, he was still moved and decided to follow Xiangling.

After the Kitchen God quietly disappeared, every morning, vendors started setting up stalls and shouting, and people went out to buy and light fires to cook.

It is no different from every day in the past.

The wind and rain are still wishing, and the mountains and seas are happy together, which is the blessing of the heaven and the earth.

The stars move and change, the sea changes, but the world of fireworks remains the same.

But after living a peaceful life for too long, the people of Liyue seem to have forgotten the Kitchen God who dedicated himself to protecting Liyue!

This is the story of the crispy rice in Feng Yi's memory.

Guoba could have been carefree, laughing at all kinds of things in the world, but he still chose to sacrifice himself without hesitation

This kind of selfless spirit, no matter who it is, will be moved by it, and Feng Yi is no exception.

As for why the casserole is so obsessed with the bear's paw?

Feng Yi guessed that the migration of Liyue people might not be as easy as Grandma Ping said.

After all, the Tivat continent thousands of years ago did not lack ferocious beasts like gray bears without being hunted by humans on a large scale.

And these wild beasts must think it is a gift from nature when they face the unarmed people of Liyue, and launch attacks.

Naturally, Liyue's immortal gods would not sit idly by, and conflicts were inevitable.

Feng Yi guessed that Guoba also participated in the battle at that time, and his opponent might be the Cangxiong clan.

That's why Guoba has a particularly deep memory of Cang Xiong, branded in the depths of his soul.

Today, however, I felt the once familiar atmosphere again, and it was understandable that I felt a little throbbing.

If possible, Feng Yi is willing to help Guoba regain his sanity.

I want Guoba to see with his own eyes that Liyue, whom he sacrificed himself to protect, is now safe and sound.

Of course, there is also a little bit of his selfishness mixed in, if he can win over a demon god as an ally, he will definitely make money!

Referring to Xiangling's practice at the Moon Festival, it seems that the pure faith generated by cooking food is helpful in awakening the recovery of crispy rice

And this cooking competition is about two purest beliefs in food creation (one is inheritance, the other is innovation), coupled with the ingredients that touch the memory of rice crust, Feng Yi thinks it is worth a try!

While Feng Yi was thinking, Master Mao's cooking was coming to an end.

And at this time, Xiangling and Guoba also came back with materials.

Seeing that Master Mao had finished cooking, Xiangling didn't say much, and immediately devoted herself to processing her own portion of ingredients.

Seamlessly connected to the stove vacated by Master Mao, with the help of the rice cracker flame, the cooking speed is much faster than that of Master Mao.

Two dishes were placed in front of Feng Yi at the same time, waiting for Feng Yi's judgment.

In the principle of fairness and justice, Feng Yi tasted them one by one, and after careful comparison, he finally chose the one from Xiangling.

The taste is the same soft and delicious, but Xiangling is better at handling the level of spices.

Feng Yi asked Master Mao and Xiang Ling to taste each other's dishes to verify his justice.

Xiangling, well done!Papa is proud of you!

After tasting Xiangling's dishes, Master Mao showed a satisfied smile, as if he was underestimated.

Crispy rice? !How can you steal it?

Xiangling accepted the praise with joy, but she suddenly saw the rice crust stealing food from the corner of her eye, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

It's not that I didn't prepare for you, but it's really rude to steal Feng Yi's share!

Xiang Ling frowned, and was about to drag back the glutinous rice crust, but was stopped by Feng Yi's hand.

never mind!Just let him eat, it looks like he is starving!

Feng Yi smiled slightly, indicating that he didn't mind.

Xiangling on the side apologized repeatedly to Feng Yi for Guoba's behavior, but he didn't notice a faint brilliance flashing on Guoba's hair.

But Feng Yi, who was staring at the crispy rice, noticed that

Chapter 28 Conjecture about the recovery of crispy rice

Guoba gave Feng Yi a thumbs up, showing a gentle smile, and then the light in his eyes disappeared again.

The cracker, whose light had dissipated, returned to a state of low intelligence, looked at the thumbs up, and let out a small sound of doubt.

Is it not stimulating enough?Or is the energy contained in the bear's paw insufficient?

After Feng Yi asked Xiang Ling to make another bear's paw, he lowered his head and meditated.

The effect is there, but very weak

Feng Yi now has two experimental directions. One is to continuously accumulate the chef's belief in creating delicious food.

He asked Xiangling to cook the area he had chosen. While getting the food, he also wanted to verify this conjecture.

The second test direction is to increase the accumulation of energy.

The casserole had exhausted its energy at the beginning, so even if it regained its weak mind, the energy of the body could not meet the consumption of the powerful soul, so it fell into a deep sleep again.

The solution to this problem is to provide food that contains a lot of energy in the rice crust.

Feng Yi thought of the golden bear's paw and the silver bear's paw contained in the Godhead of the River God, and sighed slightly.

The time is not ripe now!

With the current strength, these two treasures cannot be kept!

Keeping your wealth secret is the right way to protect yourself wisely.

At least he will have to wait for him to win over a few powerful allies before he can show off his abilities with confidence.

With cooking experience, Xiang Ling didn't keep Feng Yi waiting, and brought out a bowl of bear's paw delicacies with all kinds of color, fragrance and taste.

That's right, it's a pot!

The area Feng Yi selected was only the size of two bowls, but Xiangling increased the amount privately considering Feng Yi's appetite.

Feng Yi shared a bowl with each of the three present, but there was still half of the bowl left.

So he took out a bowl again, kept it warm in a lunch box, and prepared to send it to Gan Yu.

Gan Yu had menstruation and shed so much blood, she needed to make up for it.

As for the remaining half pot, it is for walnuts.

But walnuts would definitely not be able to eat these. He had a hunch that most of them would still go into his stomach.

Before leaving, Feng Yi carefully observed that after eating the bear's paw, the light still flickered away, which seemed to be a little weaker than last time.

Could it be that the crispy rice is still resistant to absorbing the energy of the bear's paw?