Rong Que was stunned and said softly to himself, "What's wrong with this?" He said that, shrugged and followed.
"The medicinal food at our Xiaolou Tingyu Inn is the first of its kind. In addition to my superb skills, it is thanks to our kitchen." While walking, Nangong Jinger introduced the effects of the kitchen to Rong Que.
When Rong Que heard that cooking was based on the kitchen, he was puzzled. He scratched his head and asked, "This forging requires a stove, and refining medicine may depend on a medicine cauldron. I know that cooking still depends on the kitchen?" Even if Rong Que is not good at cooking, he knows that a good chef can make delicious food in any environment.
"Look, you don't admit that you are stupid. Of course, the kitchen of our inn is not an ordinary kitchen. You also know that our dishes are all medicinal foods, and some rare treasures are very strong and not so easy to eat. Therefore, our kitchen is specially prepared for medicinal foods. As the saying goes, medicine is three parts poisonous, and eating medicine is the king. It can be seen that this medicinal food is not much easier than alchemy." Nangong Jinger looked at Rong Que with a disgusting expression, but she was not idle. While walking towards the kitchen, she was still talking to Rong Que.
Rong Que nodded slightly, thinking that what Nangong Jinger said made sense. If medicinal food could be made casually, there would be no need for demon refiners in the world.
But after following Nangong Jing'er for a long time, he walked out of the inn and walked towards a bamboo forest, Rong Que was immediately confused. Is this kitchen not inside the inn?
"Where is the kitchen? Shouldn't it be set up in the inn?" Finally, I couldn't help but ask.
"The kitchen is in the bamboo forest on the east side. As the saying goes, the east is the head of all directions. Whether an inn can operate depends on the effectiveness of the kitchen. And don't think that the kitchen is far away is a bad thing. In fact, if you suddenly fail when making medicinal food and cannot control the explosion of those treasures, at least you won't be afraid of harming the inn." Nangong Jing'er acted like a master and said to Rong Que like a child.
"What! Will it explode? Then you are very dangerous every day?" When he heard it, Rong Que immediately looked at Nangong Jing'er. He didn't expect such a weak woman to live on the verge of death every day.
Turning his head and glanced at Rong Que, Nangong Jing'er pulled the corner of her mouth, then slowly spoke, saying, "Did you forget who I am? I am a master. Are you still afraid of explosions? It's been so many years since I've never exploded in cooking."
Speaking of this, Rong Que inadvertently began to pour cold water on and said, "I don't know which grandmaster could fall when walking last time, which grandmaster was scared to tears by monsters, which grandmaster was still carried back by me, and which grandmaster..."
"Wait! We won't mention these, let's go quickly, and take you to learn about the kitchen. I still have to go back and divide the medicinal materials." Before Rong Que could finish his words, Nangong Jing'er couldn't wait to interrupt him. She was really embarrassed to let him continue talking. Her face turned red, and then she quickly opened the topic and accelerated her pace.
Rong Que smiled, shrugged, and raised his legs and chased after him.
In a short while, the two of them appeared in front of a strange hut. What's strange about this hut is that although it is not big, it is made of bamboo. It is not the chopped bamboo, but the Hsinchus that are still rooted in the land. These bamboos seem to never change their appearance.
"This... this is the kitchen. Isn't it too small?" Looking at the bamboo house that looked strange and several times smaller than the inn, Rong Que thrust his eyebrows and asked strangely.
"Who said this is the kitchen? This is just the kitchen door. The real kitchen is underground." As he said that, Nangong Jing'er glanced at Rong Que, raised her hand and pushed open the door of the bamboo house, and walked in.
"underground?"
With doubt and weird mood, Rong Que also raised his legs and followed in. He was not understanding why a kitchen was still located underground?
As soon as I entered the bamboo house, I saw a staircase leading to the ground. These stairs were composed of bluestones, and there were many moonstones embedded in their passages, which were not very dark.
The two of them walked along the stone steps and soon arrived at the particularly mysterious kitchen of Tingyu in Xiaolou.
"Wow! Is this the kitchen?"
Rong Que's first reaction when he walked into the kitchen was whether he had made a mistake? This was not the kitchen, it was a garden, and there were some common herbs planted around him, which was so rich that it was not as good as the big tripod in the middle. What was going on? It was like alchemy.
"Fust that there are two benefits to our kitchen located underground. First, it is warm in winter and cool in summer. When cooking, you don't need to worry about changes in weather and temperature. The chef can do it well. Second, if the stove is fried, it will not cause any excessive damage to the ground. This bamboo forest is the lifeblood of Sister Zhuye. She created it by herself. If it is destroyed, you must not fight with me." Nangong Jing'er took out the medicinal materials from the storage ring, walked to the shelf beside, and put the medicinal materials into another storage ring on the shelf.
Rong Que looked around and saw three or four huge wooden racks here, with storage rings on them. The many storage rings made Rong Que dizzy when he saw them. He immediately looked at Nangong Jing'er and asked, "With so many storage rings, why do you carry a bamboo basket on the mountain every time?"
"I don't understand this, isn't wealth revealed? I am a qi practitioner in the Spiritual Realm. If someone knows that there is a storage ring, wouldn't it be over? Besides, I like carrying a bamboo basket. Do you care about me?" Nangong Jing'er smiled and looked at Rong Que like a fool.
He had no choice but to hold his forehead, and after a moment, he took a deep breath, walked to the huge furnace in the center, and asked, "What is this big furnace for? You can't just use it to cook, right?"
"Nonsense, look at any other utensils here. Of course, the medicinal food needs to be cooked in the stove. Do you think I want to use pots and pans?" Looking at Rong Que's surprised look, Nangong Jing'er rolled her eyes inadvertently.
"You have used furnaces and cauldrons, what's the use of the firewood that Dazhuang chops? You won't have to use dry firewood to burn fire, right?" Rong Que became even more confused. Ordinary furnaces and cauldrons can be directly filled with spiritual power to make fire. Who would go back to use firewood?
As soon as he said this, Nangong Jing'er scratched her head a little embarrassedly and said, "Well, I am only a qi training master in the Spiritual Realm, and I don't have much spiritual power, so I usually have to burn dry firewood to cook."
"You really want to burn firewood?"
Rong Que was ashamed, turned his head and looked at the furnace and shook his head, sighed, "Hey! What a pity for a good cauldron!"
"Did you say it was buried after I followed me? Or you can do one, that's true." When Nangong Jinger heard Rong Que's words, he suddenly became unhappy and said angrily.
"No, following you is the blessing of this tripod. You are so domineering, right?"
"Who do you say is old, who will say who?"
When the sun sets, Rong Que went back early after learning about the kitchen. He started the night's spiritual vein development in his room. For a qi practitioner in the spiritual master realm, meditation and practice are rest, and there is no need to go to bed deliberately.
The moonlight shone in from the window and spread on Rong Que's body, which greatly increased his speed of opening up the spiritual veins. As his progress continued to move forward, the capacity of the dantian in his body was also increasing. At this time, his spiritual reserves had completely kept up with his own realm. As long as he broke through a little, he could loosen the bottleneck of the peak of the spiritual master.
The night was quiet during the away battle, and there was only a waiter who was cleaning the body. But even a waiter, Rong Que could not see through his realm, which showed the profoundness of this small building Tingyu Inn.
With Rong Que's current strength, you can see through the peak realm of the spirit master. If even he can't see through, then this waiter is at least at the strength of the spirit king realm. How bad is this? A strong spirit king can only be a waiter here, and a spirit saint is just a splitting material. If Rong Que hadn't had strong concentration, he would have been scared to death.
"I don't know what kind of strength the boss lady is, and she should have an extraordinary background. Otherwise, how could she let some strong people in such a realm be chores?" Rong Que inadvertently said to himself that Wan Yu was definitely not simple.
There are two days left before the martial arts fight. In the early morning of that day, Rong Que came to the bamboo house that Nangong Jinger brought him yesterday early in the morning. He pushed the door and raised his left leg and walked in. Before Rong Que could leave the ground with his right leg, suddenly a hidden spiritual power rushed over. Rong Que's heart moved, and the wind blew under his feet, and he instantly moved away, and then he narrowly avoided it.
I saw that there was a large area of bamboos slowly sank into the land where Rong Que was standing. As the bamboo disappeared, a crisp sound came, saying, "Are you Rong Que? Yu'er praised you when she talked about you. It was indeed good and she responded very quickly."
"Who are you?"
After the sound fell, a figure walked out from the shadow of the bamboo forest not far away. It was a woman in a green suit, with long black hair tied with long braids, hanging all the way to her waist, with a clear face. Although there were not many fish and geese, she was also a rare beauty.
"I am Zhuye, a vegetable farmer in the inn, specializes in growing vegetables. Don't destroy this bamboo forest, do you know?" As he said that, he turned around and left, no longer caring about Rong Que's attitude.
With a sigh, Rong Que said to himself: "This is the sister Zhuye mentioned by Jing'er yesterday. It's really cold. Is this bamboo forest so hateful? So many people destroy it?"
After scratching his head, Rong Que shrugged helplessly, turned around and walked into the bamboo house in the kitchen.
"Grandma, I'm here to find you, won't you?" As he said that, Rong Que walked along the stairs to the underground kitchen.
At first glance, he saw Nangong Jing'er sleeping soundly on the chopping board. Rong Que was stunned and said to himself: "Did this silly girl distribute herbal medicines here all night?"
As he said that, he walked to Nangong Jing'er, frowned, and said, "You will get sick when you sleep like this, silly girl." As he said that, he took out his clothes from the storage ring and put them on her body.
After doing all this, Rong Que sat down next to Nangong Jing'er, quietly watched her sleeping, smiled slightly, and said, "Is the silly girl so cute when she falls asleep?"
As he said that, he got up and kissed Nangong Jing'er's forehead, then he sat cross-legged in the kitchen and started meditating and practicing. Wouldn't such a rich spiritual energy be wasted if he didn't practice it?