The second level spiritual food mandarin duck hot pot soup is as recorded in the spiritual recipe book.

Eating it can temper the body, and the effect is best the first time.

Playing with the sharp silver lance in his hand carelessly, Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes.

The light of the ring on the finger kept shining, and countless first-level spiritual plants spurted out.

There are as many as fifty first-level spiritual plants used in Yuanyang Hot Pot Soup, especially as many as ten first-level peppercorns.

Light black aura is attached to the eyes, and the texture of the spiritual plants on the chopping board is clearly visible.

The silver sword in Qin Feng's hand flashed with silver light, and the process was completed in just a few dozen seconds.

Taking out a handkerchief and slowly wiping the juice from the silver luan, Qin Feng continued to take out the second-level ingredients.

Compared with fifty first-level spiritual plants, the amount required for second-level spiritual plants is much less, about ten.

The most important thing in making Yuanyang hot pot soup is the stalactite water soaked in lotus stalactites.

Taking out a shining silver vessel, Qin Feng slowly walked to the water tank.

In just a few minutes, the first-level mountain spring was completely soaked into the second-level stalactite water.

The vessel is full, and the looming fluorescence fills the water.

Throw all the processed spiritual plants in and soak them.

Qin Feng once again took out the flesh and blood of the third-level desolate beast Unicorn Scale Python from the Najie.

The most important thing about Yuanyang hot pot soup is the soup base, followed by the quality of the meat.

The higher the meat quality, the stronger the effect.

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly as he took out a rag and wiped the flesh and blood of the horned scale python.

The silver sword in his hand quickly shook on the crystal clear snake meat, and pieces of snake meat as thick as orange peel were removed.

The fire was started, the orange flame rose, and the humid kitchen gradually became warm.

Qin Feng poured the second-order stalactite water into the pot and observed it carefully.

When the first bubbles rise, quickly add the first-level peppercorns.

The clear water quickly turned light red, and bubbles popped out like a volcano erupting.

The air is full of spicy and exciting smell.

Time passes slowly.

Every once in a while, Qin Feng would throw in some first-order spiritual plants.

An indescribable fragrance filled the kitchen.

The firebird that tilted its head and looked above kept sneezing.

The color in the pot has turned into a dazzling crimson, fluorescent and sparkling, like a precious ruby.

Throwing the second-level ingredients into the pot, Qin Feng's expression turned solemn.

Second-level ingredients not only need to be nourished with spiritual energy, but also need to control the heat.

At this point, extremely high requirements are required for mental control.

Even a craftsman like myself can't help but feel a little nervous.

Fortunately, everything went well.

When the last spiritual plant is thrown into the pot.

The color inside turns to starry rose red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Yuanyang hot pot soup base is finished!

Cover the pot.

The vortexes of the top ten famous instruments in the body rotate quickly and automatically to replenish the consumed spiritual energy.

Qin Feng's complexion gradually returned to rosy.

Making this mandarin duck hot pot soup base is dozens of times more difficult than making the iris and snake soup.

Whether it’s material selection or tedious craftsmanship.

Hold the bottom of the pot.

Qin Feng slowly walked out of the kitchen and walked towards Ximen Qing, who was waiting for him.

Strange aroma!

Ximen Qing's nose kept twitching.

The numbing and spicy smell is like an exotic dancer wearing hot clothes.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to get the ingredients. This stuff is meant to be eaten in a rinse."

"I know, Boss Qin."

Ximen Qing angrily took back his hand that wanted to open the lid of the pot.

Turn around and walk back to the kitchen.

After a while, he walked out carrying three blue and white porcelain trays.

There are meat slices of three wild beasts placed on it, the first-order saber-toothed rabbit, the second-order fire monkey, and the third-order one-horned scale python.

"I opened it? Boss Qin?"

A blush appeared on Ximen Qing's face, and she looked at Qin Feng expectantly.

"Um."

Get a reply.

Without hesitation, Ximen Qing flipped his palm, and dense water mist spurted out along with spiritual energy.

The humid restaurant instantly became warm, and even the air turned a light red.

"A sneeze! Chirp..."

The treasure-hunting squirrel frowned and hurriedly got into Qin Feng's collar, revealing its small eyes to look at the bottom of the crystal rose-colored pot.

Big brother's howl started to be heard outside the house. This guy's nose is always so sharp.

"boss…"

Jasmine walked in from the door, pinched the corner of her clothes, and blinked her crystal clear eyes at Qin Feng.

"I left a portion of the bottom of the pot."

"Uh-huh!"

With a clean smile on her face, Jasmine straightened her skirt and quickly came to the empty table and sat down obediently.

Ximen Qing picked up a piece of light red meat and slowly put it into the pot.

The slices of meat begin to curl.

Transformed into budding rose petals.

After a few seconds, it was withdrawn, and the meat was covered in hot red steam.

No hesitation.

Ximen Qing put it into his mouth.

An explosive spicy sensation bursts out in the mouth.

His face turned crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the numbness went straight to his forehead and scalp.

Numb but not spicy, bursting with flavor.

The meat of the fire monkey is relatively chewy and crispy when you bite it.

Ximen Qing was stunned for a moment.

His body was shaking violently, just when Qin Feng was worried that something would go wrong with him.

next moment.

He turned into a ruthless rice-drying machine, and his speed was so fast that Qin Feng couldn't see it.

"Boss, I want..."

Jasmine came back to her senses, and a touch of pink quietly appeared on her fair and tender face, looking bright and moving.

She swallowed her saliva, stared at Qin Feng who was observing Ximen Qingcha's meal, and said.

"Hold on."

Qin Feng walked into the kitchen with his hands behind his back.

When I came out, I was carrying the bottom of the pot and several stacked ceramic trays.

"Taste it."
To be continued...