"It's quite warm."

Jiang Liu held Qin Feng's palm tightly with both hands, and the black spiritual mist was slowly absorbed by it, and his pale complexion gradually turned rosy and shiny.

Ignoring Jiang Liu, Qin Feng's eyes fell on the broken part of the giant dragon's arm, where most of it had been removed, revealing pink and translucent flesh.

A faint fishy-sweet smell began to spread.

Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground.

Just the smell of raw meat is delicious.

"Has it been charged yet?"

Jiang Liu's face turned red, he exhaled a puff of mist, raised his head and stared at Qin Feng: "What does it mean to be fully charged?"

"Have you absorbed the spiritual power?"

"without."

"It's not even close, you stingy guy, why don't you let me inhale more?"

"All right."

After yawning, Qin Feng reached out and gently kneaded Hei Jing's frightened body.

The little guy who was not yet a month old must have been very happy to see his fellow humans being thrown away and disintegrated in front of him.

"alright!"

"Master Jiang Liu, I can do it again!"

"Your hands stink so much, you need to wash them carefully later."

Hearing this, Qin Feng's face darkened, and he silently took out a refreshing stick and stuffed it into his mouth.

Summoning the Thunder Dove to lean against him, Qin Feng began to puff out smoke and slowly watched the river flow as he continued to dissect.

There were crackling sounds one after another.

Pile drivers are not as powerful as Jiangliu Meng.

After a while, a large piece of tender and firm dragon meat was removed by Jiang Liu.

"Is this enough?"

"OK."

Reaching out to rub the three soft feathers of the sleepy Thunder Dove, Qin Feng stepped forward and put away his dragon arms.

"Cold, cold, cold!"

"Let's go back to the house quickly."

Jiang Liu carelessly hugged the dragon meat and ran to the restaurant.

Stepping forward to pick up the scalpel on the ground, Qin Feng curled his lips and looked at the gathered beasts: "It's time to wake up and have a midnight snack."

After saying that, several pieces of spiritual food appeared on the ground.

"If you don't come down, ugly general? It's your fault."

"quack!"

The ugly general who stood on the peach branch and watched silently turned his head proudly and flew downwards.

Don't tell me earlier.

After exhaling a breath of mist, Qin Feng raised his head and looked at the moonlight in the sky, then walked towards the restaurant with his clothes in his pockets.

Entering the restaurant, Jiang Liu was sitting next to the fifth-level tempered sword flower, warming his hands, with a piece of white jade spirit tree leaf in his mouth, and the dragon meat was casually thrown on the ground.

"Let's go, master, let's get to work."

"oh."

Standing up and holding a piece of dragon meat, Jiang Liu followed Qin Feng into the kitchen.

It didn't take long.

There was a banging sound in the kitchen.

Jiang Liu, who was holding the powerful dragon mace, completely turned into a ruthless meat grinding machine. The fifth-level spirit fruit powder and the eighth-level prison dragon meat were being fused at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Special spiritual food longevity noodles, the dragon meat dough slowly forms.

Not far away, Qin Feng was silently mixing soup.

Countless low-level spiritual plants were put into the pot according to the proportions, and from time to time, I would stop to eat a crystal glass cake to relieve the exhaustion of inspiration in my brain.

"I'm done, kid!"

Jiang Liu stopped beating and showed a hint of excitement.

"Um."

"I want to eat the first bowl! You must give it to me!"

"good."

Upon hearing the promise, Jiang Liu's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and he slowly took off his gray mink fur coat and folded it neatly on the counter.

"By the way, what kind of noodles is this?"

“Longevity noodles.”

"Longevity noodles? Strange name." Jiang Liu, who was taking off his shoes while sitting on a chair, couldn't help but muttered.

"It can add more than fifty years to your life span."

"?????"

Jiang Liu stared blankly at Qin Feng, who was preparing soup stock in an orderly manner, and his feather shoes fell to the ground involuntarily from his lifted snow-white feet.

"Boy, I feel like you're lying to me." Jiang Liu looked questioning and continued to take off the other shoe.

"Look, what is this?" Qin Feng slowly took out a palm-sized fat lotus root from the ring.

Jiang Liu blinked: "Lotus root."

"This is not an ordinary lotus root. It is a seventh-level swallowing lotus rhizome that can be used to prolong life."

"I can maximize its medicinal power." Throwing it into the soup, Qin Feng said lightly: "Give me an example."

"The tower is made up of countless gravels, and the gravels need to be ground into pieces before they can fit into the tower."

"This bowl of noodles is the tower, the spiritual plants at each level are the gravel, and I am the polisher and piler."

"Do you think I'm an idiot, kid? I understand!" Jiang Liu couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

"Come here." Qin Feng, who was attentive, waved to Jiang Liu.

"Get it yourself. I took off my shoes just now, although my feet don't smell bad."

"Do you want to smell it?"

Jiang Liu shook his white feet.

"I'm not a pervert." Qin Feng's face darkened, and he silently came to the tray to hold up the dragon meat dough.

Who is interested in feet?

Gentleman?

Holding up the dough, the ghost arm held the silver scalpel Yinluan and began to wave it in the air, and pieces of evenly shaved noodles fell into the boiling broth.

The noodles fall into the light golden soup, and as soon as the two sides come into contact, the aroma of dragon meat and noodles blend together.

The thin layer of skin seems to be given life as the finishing touch, swimming freely in the golden broth, and the rich spiritual mist slowly floats in the air.

Soon the whole kitchen will be rendered like a sauna room.

“It smells so good!”

Jiang Liu blinked his clear pupils, and the spiritual mist in the air turned into long threads, constantly entering his nostrils, bringing him olfactory enjoyment.

"The noodles are ready!"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Liu's body trembled! His breathing began to quicken.

The first portion is mine!

Be the first to taste it!

According to the configuration in the zero recipe book, Qin Feng filled a bowl with a certain amount and carried it to Jiangliu.

The mist slowly floated up from the bowl, illuminating Qin Feng's face.

Who says that those who stand in the light are heroes?

"Taste it."

Passing the bowl to Jiang Liu, Qin Feng curled his lips.

"Uh-huh!"
To be continued...