Under the leadership of this heartless Xiangyun, He Linhua held Qi Eryan's arm, followed by Qingxuan and the master's two bodyguards. They turned left and right all the way, and even took the elevator on the first floor, and finally arrived at the restaurant.
Although most of the people inside the Demon Cave are warriors and monks who are at the peak of acquired heaven and the innate realm, there are also some low-level monks from monk sects outside the Demon Cave who are helping in the Demon Cave. Just like the heartless Xiangyun, he is Yunshan
The disciples of the sect are only at the second level of Qi training.
Therefore, there are still places like restaurants arranged in the Demon Cave Observation Station.
The restaurant of the observation station is not big, only about 100 square meters in size. There are some tables and chairs arranged casually. It is not decorated luxuriously because all the people who come here are warriors and monks.
Entering the restaurant, He Linhua casually ordered a dozen pieces of chicken steak and two bowls of millet porridge, and waited for the food to be served.
The chef at the observation station was not slow, and it only took three or four minutes to bring the chicken steaks and millet porridge to the table.
He Linhua drank the millet porridge in one gulp, then grabbed the chicken steak and took two bites, with a strange look on his face - what happened? Why did the chicken steak he ate this time taste a little weird? There was no umami at all.
He Linhua used to eat chicken steaks bought from the street that could almost be called food waste. There were a lot of messy additives added to them. They only said they made the taste delicious, but they didn't care whether they were harmful to the human body.
As a chef who was sent to the Demon Cave to cook, it was naturally impossible for him to do that kind of cooking method at a street stall.
The chicken steaks they make are all carefully processed. Although the taste is still very delicious, it is not the taste that He Linhua wants.
"Master of Tsinghua University, what's wrong with you?" Xiangyun asked hurriedly when he saw He Linhua looking at the chicken steak blankly.
He Linhua said "hmm" and said: "Nothing, it's just this chicken steak, it doesn't taste right!"
"That's not quite right?! Is it broken?" Xiangyun heard this, and the three-meter-high iron bump jumped up, as if his father had been beaten, "Cook! Cook! Come out quickly! Come out!"
"Come here, come here. What's the matter? Xiangyun, you little brat, what's your name?" While he was talking, a fat chef ran out, and he turned out to be a second-level acquired martial artist. After that man came out,
Seeing the two people standing next to He Linhua, he was startled, bowed and saluted, "Junior has met senior Qingxuan, and has met many masters."
As for He Linhua and Qi Eryan, he didn't recognize them.
"Well." Qingxuan, there are two of them. Although they are He Linhua's bodyguards, they are veteran monks and warriors after all. Qingxuan pointed at He Linhua, and Qi'eryan introduced: "This is my junior brother Qinghua, and my younger sister Qi'eryan.
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The cook saluted respectfully like He Linhua and the other two.
Xiangyun pointed to the chicken steak on the table and said: "Lao Gao, how did you make the chicken steak today? My master from Tsinghua University just said that it tastes wrong!"
"The taste is wrong? It's impossible, right?" Lao Gao lowered his head and said, "I made this step by step according to the standards of a state banquet. How could the taste be wrong?"
It is said that a responsible cook cannot tolerate being insulted by others for his cooking, and Lao Gao is obviously one of them. As he spoke, he did not care that there were four "seniors" in front of him. He reached out and grabbed a piece of chicken steak and looked at it.
He looked at it, smelled it, then took another taste and said, "There's nothing wrong with the taste!"
"No problem? How come there is no problem? The master of Tsinghua University said that there is a problem!" Xiangyun also glared and said.
"Stop the quarrel, stop the quarrel!" He Linhua was upset and stopped the two of them, "This chicken steak is delicious, but it just doesn't taste the same as the chicken steak I usually like to eat."
"Oh, that's it." Lao Gao was relieved. Everyone has their own tastes, and he could understand this. Lao Gao rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "I wonder what flavor seniors at Tsinghua University like? It's Sichuan flavor.
Or is it Cantonese style? I’ll prepare it for you right away.”
He Linhua shook his hand: "It doesn't taste like that, um... I don't understand what you just said. I just like to eat the kind of chicken steak sold at street stalls. It looks yellow and tastes yellow."
Super delicious.”
"Street stalls?" Lao Gao was stunned for a moment. He had just entered the Demon Cave Observation Station not long ago. He had seen the kind of things sold by street stalls in the city before - that kind of thing, in his eyes
It's just garbage. Can that kind of thing be eaten?
"But... the chicken chops sold at street stalls are unhygienic and harmful to the body..." Lao Gao tried to stop He Linhua's thoughts.
However, He Linhua just liked the smell and replied: "Hygienic? Harmful to the body? I think I should be immune to all poisons now, right?"
"Uh..." Lao Gao was speechless for a moment. Yes, the senior of Qingzi generation in front of him should at least be innate, right? He has never heard of any innate warrior who ate junk food from street stalls.
, what are the adverse consequences? For a body above the innate realm, even a poison that is not very effective can be refined as a tonic, let alone the messy poisons added by street stalls.
Seeing Lao Gao in a daze, Xiangyun said: "Lao Gao, what are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and do it!"
"Oh!" Lao Gao responded and turned back to the kitchen helplessly. He was still thinking in his heart: The world is so big, and there is really everyone. If there is a state banquet-level food, he will eat it on the street.
Junk food from a stall…
After returning to the kitchen, Lao Gao immediately contacted the observation station and asked them to send him a recipe for making chicken steak from a street stall.
For such a trivial matter, the observation station immediately contacted the outside, and within minutes the preparation method was transmitted to the kitchen. Seeing the preparation method, Lao Gao became depressed - God, if this thing is made like this, can it still be eaten?
First soak the chicken in lime water, and then add various additives and so on... Finally, what made Lao Gao the most devastated was that he actually added that if you are in a bad mood, you can spit or blow some saliva into it.
Sniffles and stuff like that...
While enduring the disgusting smell, he used his skills as a famous chef at the national banquet level to cook this kind of junk food from street stalls for He Linhua. He turned his hands up and down, and there were two helpers to help, and he cooked the food in a short time.
Made it.
After the chicken steak was cooked, Lao Gao didn't even think about tasting it himself to check. How could he eat this kind of thing? Besides, he was still thinking about the saliva, snot and so on.
, do you need to add some?
After a while, the boss took a plate of chicken steaks, put the chicken steaks on the table with a respectful expression, and then immediately returned to the kitchen.
Watching a diner eat such complete junk food is simply an insult to him!
This time, the taste met He Linhua's standards. After finishing the chicken steak on the table in one go, the handsome old man Qingxuan reminded He Linhua very tactfully that it was time to go back and draw the talisman.
In desperation, He Linhua returned to the small retreat room and drew the magic talisman.
In the retreat room, idleness is idle anyway. He Linhua asked Master Buque to bring a computer to Qi Eryan, and asked Xiao Nizi to watch soap films and wipe her tears. After that, she lay on the table.
Started drawing the talisman.
However, this time He Linhua did not just draw the Great Weakness Talisman, but instead drew four kinds of spiritual talismans that he could use now. The Spiritual Martial Talisman, the Thunder Dragon Talisman, the Burning Sky Talisman, the Great Weakness Talisman...each time
Daodu kept drawing. After drawing those spiritual talismans, He Linhua was not in a hurry to inject the spirits, but first threw them into the Spirit Talisman Temple for preservation.
Unknowingly, eighteen hours passed. Qi Eryan probably got tired of watching soap movies, so she ran to He Linhua again and watched He Linhua draw the magic talisman. And what about He Linhua? Through these eighteen hours of "struggle"
", there are nearly a hundred more various kinds of talismans in his Talisman Temple, and all the talismans that were originally filled in the Talisman Temple have been completed.
I looked at the time and saw that it had been more than a day since I arrived at this bullshit observation station.
He Linhua stood up, took out 10 spirit-infused Great Weakness Talismans from the Talisman Temple, and went out.
When Qingxuan and Master Bu Que heard the sound of opening the door, they all fixed their gazes on He Linhua. Their scorching gazes were like those of two big men looking at a naked little girl.
"Junior brother, have you finished drawing the Great Weakness Talisman?" Qingxuan asked, his voice struggling. Although he had seen He Linhua draw the Great Weakness Talisman with his own eyes, he had no idea that He Linhua could draw the Great Weakness Talisman in just one day.
I still don’t believe it when I drew 10 big weakness symbols.
He Linhua handed the ten A4 papers in his hand to Qingxuan and said: "It's done, of course it's done. No, all 10 of them are here."
"Okay! Okay!" Qingxuan reached out and took the 10 A4 papers and turned them over one by one.
Every time he turned over a piece of talisman, he could feel the vigorous and powerful spiritual power from that talisman. That kind of spiritual power was the super spiritual power that powerful talismans could possess!
Although he had already seen He Linhua's monster, and had actually seen the Great Weakness Talisman that had been successfully drawn in his hand, Qingxuan still asked in disbelief: "Junior brother, can these talismans really work?"
"Of course it can!" When He Linhua said this, he was a little angry and a little guilty. To be honest, he didn't believe in the magic talisman that he had not personally tested. He Linhua said: "Otherwise, let's use it first
Want to test the effect of one?" As he spoke, He Linhua was about to take out a Great Weak Talisman from Qingxuan's hand to test the effect first.
"No! There's no need for this!" Qingxuan flipped his hand, and all the Great Weakness Talismans went into his storage ring. Regardless of whether these Great Weakness Talismans are effective or not, they should be allowed to be tested by people in the Demon Cave.
.If they use one here now, the effect will be very good. Those who are fighting in the devil's cave are still angry! Every time this big weakness talisman is wasted, it means that there may be many more casualties!
However, Qingxuan did not give this reason, but said with a smile: "Junior brother, this is the Demon Cave Observation Station, and we are all our own people. If you use this kind of talisman, the defense personnel in the entire base will be reduced in strength.
It would be bad if there was an accident."
"Oh..." He Linhua responded, "Senior brother, I want to go out for a walk now, what do you think?"
"Of course...it's no problem." Qingxuan smiled, "Well, for the safety of junior brother, it's better for senior brother to accompany you."
Yaya, bah! I just want to relax by myself, but you are so haunted that you follow me wherever you go. What’s the point of relaxing?
After depressedly rejecting Qingxuan, He Linhua went back to the room, took Qilyanna's computer, and started surfing the Internet out of boredom.