What Meng Huichun said is a miraculous thing, and it sounds like an eternal terminal illness.

At least many of the monks around him, including the spiritual chefs from the Spiritual Chef Alliance, were stunned by him.

"Hey, is there such a strange disease in the world?"

"It's not an invasion of ghost energy, nor is there any sign of poisoning, but my food is tasteless and I vomit everything I eat. It's such a strange illness."

"No wonder even the Alchemist Alliance can't cure it. I wonder if Fanzu can do it."

"It's impossible, not even the demon clan, let alone Fan Zu."

"Izu, this disease is very strange, you have to be careful."

"Yes, this is obviously the trajectory of the Alchemist Alliance."

"You must have been prepared."

Everyone was talking, and a group of spiritual chefs couldn't help but remind them in a low voice.

However, Ye Changqing looked at Meng Huichun with a strange expression.

"I wonder if I can ask in person?"

"That's natural, just ask Ye Xiaoyou."

Although it sounded like anorexia, Ye Changqing still planned to confirm it himself.

After ordering someone to bring the middle-aged man into the pavilion, Ye Changqing first used his spiritual power to examine the man's body.

Indeed, as Meng Huichun said, there was no sign of ghost energy entering the body, nor was there any sign of poisoning.

Immediately, Ye Changqing asked casually.

"Do you vomit whatever you eat?"

"Sir, yes."

“What does it feel like when you smell food?”

"Well...this........."

"That's it."

"Nasty, want to vomit."

That's it. After hearing this, Ye Changqing was already sure of it.

This man had been living in the Alchemist Alliance before, and the meals prepared by the Alchemist Alliance for him were naturally not bad.

As an ordinary person living at the lowest level without any cultivation, this middle-aged man naturally did not dare to tell the truth.

Otherwise, the Alchemist Alliance has kindly prepared meals for you, and you actually say you feel sick and want to vomit. Isn't this just asking for death?

All signs indicate that this middle-aged man has anorexia.

Seeing Ye Changqing take back his spiritual power, Meng Huichun asked.

"How about it? Does Ye Xiaoyou have any clues?"

"Some, but he needs to rest for his illness."

Um???

"What Ye Xiaoyou means is that no changes will be seen in a short period of time?"

Meng Huichun frowned, it was obvious that he just wanted to fool him.

What kind of rest? How long will it take? Who can witness it then? Even if this middle-aged man died, no one would know.

After hearing what Ye Changqing said, Meng Huichun's first reaction was to delay.

However, the next second, Ye Changqing shook his head and said.

"What I mean is that it will take a period of cultivation to be completely cured, but if you want to see the effect, one meal is enough."

Um???

As soon as these words came out, Meng Huichun was stunned again, and looked at Ye Changqing with resentful eyes, "Can you finish what you said in one go?" It made her heart pound.

"Then please, Xiaoyou Ye, let me wait and see."

He said in a tone full of resentment.

Ye Changqing didn't think much about this. He just felt that there was something wrong with this old man. I don't even know you. Why do you act like a resentful woman?

Many monks present also heard Ye Changqing say that he could be cured, and for a moment, everyone started looking forward to it.

Is this rice ancestor as defiant as the rumors say?

Now is an opportunity. If Ye Changqing can cure people who cannot be cured by Menghuichun in front of everyone, it will mean that the rumors are not groundless and Ye Changqing has real abilities.

It also proves that the food cooked by a saint-level spiritual chef is far more effective than a ninth-level spiritual chef. It can even be said that there is a qualitative gap between the two parties, which is completely different.

Instruct the leader on the side to prepare pots, pans, stoves, etc. for him.

Zhongzhou Ling Chef has a special movable stove.

In fact, it is a stove installed in a space ring.

As long as it's not a living thing, let alone a stove, you can just install a house in it, as long as there are no living things.

After hearing Ye Changqing's instructions, the Spiritual Chef Alliance quickly prepared the necessary things.

The monks around him were also watching intently, unwilling to miss any of the process.

"Fanzu, I wonder what ingredients to use for this?"

Naturally, the spiritual chef can only use the spiritual chef's methods, and spiritual food is the spiritual chef's method.

Hearing this, Ye Changqing replied.

"A handful of spiritual rice and a bowl of spiritual spring water."

"Well, okay."

Hearing Ye Changqing's words, the alliance leader nodded, and then still stood there waiting, but after waiting for a long time, Ye Changqing did not speak, the alliance leader said doubtfully.

"Then what?"

"No more."

"No more?"

Hearing this, the alliance leader thought he had heard wrongly. All you need to treat this patient is a handful of rice and a bowl of water? Are you kidding me?

"Just bring it."

Seeing this, the alliance leader had no choice but to follow Ye Changqing's request and fetch a bowl of spiritual spring water and a handful of spiritual rice.

Then, Ye Changqing flicked his fingers, and Chiyang Tianyan entered the stove.

Seeing Chi Yang Tian Yan, Meng Hui Chun, Zhu Qing and others' eyes lit up.

"It is indeed Chiyang Tianyan."

"The Spiritual Chef Alliance really gave Chiyang Tianyan to this kid."

"The rumors are true."

Naturally, everyone is familiar with the top ten original spiritual fires, Chiyang Tianyan, and to put it bluntly, they have all coveted it before.

This is really good stuff.

It's a pity that the Spiritual Chef Alliance has always regarded it as a treasure and refused to take action.

But now, it is in Ye Changqing's hands.

After the shock, everyone looked back at the pot and were stunned for a moment.

"What is this?"

"White rice porridge with water?"

"Are you kidding me?"

In the pot, Ye Changqing was slowly cooking a pot of simple plain rice porridge.

Not to mention how delicious this is, among mortals, anyone with some wealth would not be able to eat this thing.

Everyone in the Alchemist Alliance, even the Medicine Ancestor, can cure strange diseases. Now you can make a bowl of plain water and white rice porridge and you can cure it?

Everyone looked strange, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.

Nonsense, this is simply nonsense.

But just as everyone was thinking this, the middle-aged man who originally looked listless suddenly seemed to be stimulated by something.

While sniffing, he approached Ye Changqing's pot and said with a look of enjoyment.

"It smells so good."

Um???

As soon as these words came out, everyone around them immediately went numb. What nonsense.

Especially the alchemists of the Alchemist Alliance, is there something wrong with you?

In the But League before, they fed this man big fish and meat in different ways every day, but every time this man only ate a little without saying anything, his expression was extremely painful, and every time he just ate it, then changed hands and gave it to him.

Spit it out.

Now, your damn bowl of plain rice porridge, tell me how delicious it is?

"Hmph, this country bumpkin, I don't think he will be able to eat four dishes in his life."
Chapter completed!