Zhao Qian made this request not necessarily because he needed a phoenix beast, but mainly because he wanted to see how far Feng Ling's gluttony could reach.
If Feng Ling asks Feng Beast to help him in order to eat, then he can pin his hopes on Feng Ling.
If that didn't work, he would have to think of another way.
Feng Ling frowned slightly, "Do you want the phoenix beast to serve as firewood?"
Zhao Qian nodded bravely, "Yes!"
Feng Ling asked coldly: "Do you know the status of Feng Beast in the Yan tribe?"
Zhao Qian shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Feng Ling said: "The Phoenix Beast is the Yuan Beast tamed by Erya, the first leader of the Yan Tribe. The 'Yan' of the Yan Tribe refers to the Phoenix Beast. It is the symbol of the Yan Tribe. Even Lidelya and the chief saw it.
Be respectful, the totem of our Yan tribe is the phoenix beast."
"Well……"
After hearing what Feng Ling said, Zhao Qian was shocked by Feng Beast's status in the Yan tribe.
Before, he only thought that the Phoenix Beast was the tamed Yuan Beast of the Yan Tribe, but he never expected that the Phoenix Beast would be the totem of the Yan Tribe. The meanings of the two were completely different.
There can be many yuan beasts tamed by the tribe, but the tribal totem will only be the same from beginning to end.
Tribal totems are symbols and beliefs...
And he actually used the Yan tribe's totem as firewood. This behavior was tantamount to provocation.
For a moment, Zhao Qian felt very nervous.
But at this moment, Feng Ling asked: "If I let Feng Beast help, can you guarantee that the food will be delicious?"
"ah……"
Zhao Qian, who was worried at first, was stunned when he heard Fei Ling's words, thinking that he had heard wrongly.
Seeing that Zhao Qian didn't answer her question, Feng Ling asked again: "Can you guarantee that the food is delicious?"
"able!"
Zhao Qian nodded heavily.
He can't guarantee other things, but he is still very confident in his cooking skills.
However, when I thought of cooking with the Yan tribe’s totem, I couldn’t help but confirm: “Is it really possible?”
Feng Ling nodded and said, "Of course."
Zhao Qian asked again: "Don't you think this is an insult to the Yan tribe?"
Feng Ling thought for a moment and said, "If you were from another super tribe or a big tribe, I would think you were humiliating the Yan tribe, but as for you, I don't have such thoughts."
When Zhao Qian heard the explanation, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad!
On the surface, it seemed that Feng Ling didn't care about his humiliation, but in fact, their tribe was too weak, and Feng Ling didn't take his words to heart at all.
The so-called threats and humiliations must have a prerequisite, that is, equal strength, and even if they are weak, they cannot be too weak.
Once you are not even qualified for equal dialogue, threats and humiliations become jokes.
Therefore, Feng Ling would not take his words seriously.
As for taking the opportunity to humiliate the Yan tribe...
To put it bluntly, he, Lie Ren, Bai Yu, and Qiu Ya's four tribes together are not qualified.
Feng Ling suddenly asked: "Can we start cooking?"
"Um!"
Zhao Qian nodded and started to prepare.
He first cut the beef given by Feng Ling into small pieces, then asked Liebian to borrow a piece of bluewood that he did not need to return, and used his dagger to cut out skewers.
no way!
If it has a normal flame, just use a stick made of ordinary wood.
But this time the flames used came from the phoenix beast, and the sticks made of ordinary wood would not be able to hold up, so the only choice was blue wood.
Fortunately, Lie Ren brought out a lot of Cang Mu, otherwise, Zhao Qian would have had no choice but to resort to Lie Ren's leg.
"You guys string the beef the way I do. Don't put too many skewers on one skewer."
After Zhao Qian had prepared the beef and skewers, he called Bai Yu and Lie Ren over and told them how to skewer the meat.
After the two of them learned how to cook, Zhao Qian started preparing to make beef stew with potatoes.
Compared with kebabs, beef stew with potatoes is much simpler. After completing the previous steps, you only need to cover the pot and keep stewing.
ten minutes later……
Zhao Qian picked up a skewer of grilled meat, sprinkled various condiments on it, and handed it to Feng Ling.
Feng Ling looked at the attractively colored skewers and was not polite to Zhao Qian. She took the skewers and started eating, with a satisfied expression on her face.
Zhao Qian smiled and asked, "Doesn't it taste good?"
Feng Ling's cheeks were bulging and she nodded: "It's very good. It's better than the previous barbecue. How did you make it?"
Zhao Qian said: "This is a talent. Even if I teach you, you won't be able to make such delicious food."
"Shit!"
The voice of the Sky-Swallowing Beast sounded in Zhao Qian's mind, "The tribesmen don't know how to use seasonings, so the food they make is naturally unpalatable. If you use so many ingredients, even a stone will still taste good."
Zhao Qian ignored the sky-swallowing beast.
Hearing this, Feng Ling thought for a while and said nothing, but nodded in agreement.
Next, Zhao Qian saw Fengling's appetite again.
There were thirty large skewers of meat, each one containing half a catty of meat. The four of them each ate two skewers, and the remaining twenty-two skewers were all eaten by Feng Ling alone.
Moreover, after eating, Fengling looked at the beef being stewed as if she was still not satisfied.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Qian couldn't help but ask: "Miss Feng Ling, can I ask a question, what state are you in now? The four of us can't stand it after eating two skewers. Why are you okay even after eating so much?"
The beef that Feng Ling brought out was at least king grade, maybe even higher.
The four of them only ate two skewers before they felt their limit and could no longer eat.
But Feng Ling acted like a normal person and ate twenty-two skewers in one go, and she looked like she wasn't full.
Feng Ling was not angry because Zhao Qian said how much she ate, but said: "Just think of me as the ninth level!"
"Do you think you are the ninth level?"
Zhao Qian was startled when he heard this.
In this case, there are two possibilities.
The first possibility is that Feng Ling is half a step to the ninth level, only one step short of the ninth level.
The second possibility is that Fengling's strength exceeds the ninth level, and it is difficult to say her true strength.
Seeing Zhao Qian's confusion, Feng Ling explained: "My strength is the secret of the Yan tribe, and it is not convenient to tell others."
"Understood!"
Zhao Qian nodded and did not continue to ask.
At this time, Feng Ling pointed to the beef stew with potatoes that was still being cooked and asked, "Is this ready?"
Zhao Qian opened the stone pot, looked at it, and said, "Okay, you can just eat it in the stone pot!"
Feng Ling asked in confusion: "Don't you want to eat?"
Zhao Qian smiled bitterly and said: "Our level is too low and we can't eat too much."
"oh!"
Feng Ling didn't talk nonsense to Zhao Qian. She brought the stone pot in front of her and continued to eat without fear of burning it.
The stronger Tan Luo is, the greater his appetite is, because Tan Luo can only rely on eating yuan beast meat to replenish his energy.
If a powerful Tamro is allowed to eat ordinary food, he will feel hungry even if he eats continuously for a whole day.
At this moment, Feng Ling suddenly said: "Be my slave!"