Gourmets of the Heavens

"This, this, this, the old beggar's eyesight is not a problem, right? The dish. The dish is shining?!"

Hong Qigong's yelling sounded, but Zhao Youqian didn't pay attention, but looked at the white light that suddenly lit up, and sighed.

"Sure enough, it's still not completely successful."

Hearing Zhao Youqian's sigh, Hong Qigong looked in disbelief at the young store manager's expression which did not seem to be fake at all.

"Isn't this kind of dish a complete success? Has the old beggar spent decades of his life in vain?"

At this time, the vision of 'flying dragon in the sky' brought out by Zhao Youqian has gradually subsided, and the originally crystal clear centipede flesh showed a clear color like glass.

Scattered gold and silver, with brown minced garlic laid out on the dish, accompanied by bright red peppers and green green onions, it is like an amazing picture scroll, giving Hong Qigong an irresistible attraction .

If he hadn't already had the martial arts state of mind of a grand master, I'm afraid that according to his greediness, he would have rushed to grab food.

"Grandpa, this is a basic operation, don't be too surprised, it won't shine in our place, it's not a good dish!"

Zhao Youqian waved his hand, with a look of Ji Cao Wu Lu, which reassured Hong Qigong a little.

Then he also took out the plate, divided part of the centipede meat and put it on his own plate.

"I haven't tasted this kind of delicacy yet, don't mind the old man!"

Indicating that he only ate this little, Hong Qigong looked at the plate of dishes exuding a faint glaze color, and wanted to start directly, but he was afraid that he would spoil the taste of the food in this way.

Fortunately, Zhao Youqian noticed this very quickly, first took out the bowls and chopsticks, and the chopsticks pillow for the spoon, and by the way, brought an extra glass of warm water at the end.

"Come on, try it, is it as you always said, destroying the deliciousness of the centipede itself!"

What Zhao Yougan said caused Hong Qigong to be dissatisfied for a while.

"Hey, didn't you just mutter a few words, the little store manager still holds a grudge!"

However, this elf's vigor made Hong Qigong think of a naughty little guy who was also elf in the past.

He didn't take these jokes to heart, the Nine-fingered God Beggar who had missed a big event because of eating, did not hesitate to cut off one of his own fingers, his heart was completely attracted by the centipede meat dish at this time.

It's centipede meat, if you don't say it, no one will guess that the meat that is crystal clear like konjac, like snow crab leg sashimi, is actually produced from poisonous insects like centipedes.

Not to mention Hong Qigong, even Zhao Youqian, who had already estimated the taste, couldn't hold back when looking at the meat on his plate, and picked up a centipede meat that was still shaking and full of elasticity, together with minced garlic and minced garlic. Flammulina velutipes were put into the mouth together.

In an instant, a wonderful taste that had never been tasted spread out, and Zhao Youqian couldn't help showing Brother Pig's smile.

"Hehehe, it's really delicious!"

Hong Qigong couldn't hold back at this time, he took a spoon full of centipede meat and other ingredients with a spoon even more ferociously than Zhao Youqian, stuffed it into his mouth, just one bite, he was completely conquered by this taste !

The pungentness of minced garlic, paired with two kinds of minced ginger, opened up the taste buds in the mouth harmoniously, followed by the deliciousness of the centipede meat, which filled the tongue with a slight salty taste.

The centipede meat, which seems to be full of elasticity, looks like jelly when it enters the mouth, but at the same time as it is chewed, it disperses directly like real crab leg meat, blending into the chewiness of Flammulina velutipes, instantly It gave Hong Qigong a strength he had never felt before.

You must know that he has eaten this centipede meat several times, but he has never tasted such a taste once. Recalling the fine flower knife that Zhao Yougan made on the centipede meat before, he felt something in his heart.

But this comprehension did not affect the delicious taste and rushed straight to his forehead, making him, a master-level martial arts master, feel as if he was immediately on the top of Huashan Mountain, riding a flying dragon soaring to the sky.

"Roar!"

The sound of the dragon's chant is endless, just as it soars over the peak of Huashan Mountain.

Originally, Hong Qigong felt that the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon seemed to have the possibility of deriving the nineteenth palm. Derivative tricks!

The palpitations in his heart increased greatly, Hong Qigong only felt that inspiration was coming after he took this bite, but it was still not enough.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, he picked up the plate without hesitation, and poured it to his mouth, as if he was chewing peonies.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, it's so delicious, the old beggar has never eaten such a delicious dish, it's better than my ghostly apprentice!"

After the frantic eating, there was a piece of tranquility. Zhao Youqian had already started to clean up the plates and cutlery in the kitchen, and Hong Qigong recovered from the frenzied deliciousness and inspiration.

"The old man praised you. If I have the chance, I would also like to taste the craftsmanship of your precious apprentice. It has been famous for a long time!"

Zhao Youqian was not overly moved when he heard such praise, but he has long been fascinated by Hong Qigong's apprentice, who can cook so many well-known dishes in the world of martial arts. It's already a treasure.

"Ha, it's hard to say about my apprentice."

Shaking his head, Hong Qigong was finally convinced that the Tiantian Restaurant was the greatest opportunity in his life, even more amazing than meeting Guo Jing and Huang Rong back then.

He is not a freshman, the centipede meat he ate just now is not only delicious, but also the inspiration for martial arts. More importantly, the food entered his body and turned into a kind of food that he had never seen before. The vitality he had seen not only increased his skill, but also made up for the hidden injuries of his body.

Shen Ke has been around for so many years, after eating that dish of "Flying Dragon in the Sky", he felt completely healed. Of course he knew it was an illusion, but he was already sure about that dish alone. His body is already more than 30% better than before.

There is no holiday, and at his age, he actually has a faint feeling about the limit of his own life, but he didn't expect that it would be greatly delayed by just one dish.

'The old beggar is actually eating and drinking for nothing at this age, and still encounters such a good thing, really good people get rewarded, good people get rewarded! '

Zhao Youqian didn't know what Hong Qigong's ideals were, otherwise he would really spit out a sip of water, which was too far from the Wujuebei beggar in his mind who was free and unrestrained.

The boastful appearance is more like a rascal.

Already full of food and drink, Hong Qigong has the intention to go. Anyway, according to the information, he can still come in three days, which is equivalent to bringing a super chef with him, and he can also have all kinds of strange delicacies. Gong actually put that little bit of crisis behind him.

But Zhao You did a lot of good, even if he brought the ingredients himself, Hong Qigong would be embarrassed to leave like this.

After thinking about it for a while, I finally thought of something that might be useful to Zhao Youqian, no matter whether Zhao Youqian accepted it or not, I put it on the table and performed lightness kung fu and left, but Zhao Youqian couldn't catch up.

But when Zhao Youqian took the things on the table, the system's prompt made his complexion change.

At the same time, outside the Asama Shrine, a group of mysterious figures sneaked into the place where the New Year Festival was being prepared.

The guards and spies of the Asama Shrine, which had enjoyed peace for too long, did not notice this, as if they had already obtained the location of the spies branch in advance, only a snow suit watched from afar, and did not move.

That day and night, the warehouse of Asama Shrine was suddenly hit by a fire. The New Year Festival, which was originally scheduled to start before the end of the summer vacation, was postponed to the end of summer and mid-September!