Gourmets of the Heavens

The West Mountain of Yujing City is really not majestic, and its radius is only more than a hundred miles.

It's just that the jungle is dense, and there are often wild beasts that feed on foxes and wolves, and there are rumors of fierce tigers coming and going, but it attracts a group of princes and nobles to go hunting every year.

But this time is far from the cold winter season, when autumn is high and crisp, you can occasionally see scholars and female relatives who come to play on the West Mountain.

Zhao Youqian and Hong Yi walked side by side, carrying a wooden box, which is not too abrupt, but as they walked more and more towards the shade of the mountain, the people here became more and more sparse.

Until passing a temple called "Qiuyue Temple", it was not far from Hong Yi's mother's grave.

Perhaps because he was in a hurry to visit the grave, Hong Yi couldn't help but subconsciously quicken his pace in such a short distance.

After crossing a small part of the jungle, we could faintly see some weeds growing on a small patch of soil, as well as some fallen leaves, which were also withered and yellow.

This is the grave of Hong Yi's mother, Meng Bingyun.

Seeing this scattered scene, Hong Yi couldn't help but walked forward quickly, without using divine channeling skills, just waved his sleeves directly to sweep away the dead leaves on the tombs, and then carefully removed them one by one. Those weeds are pulled out.

By the way, he is also going to wipe his mother's tombstone.

At this time, the things Zhao Youqian brought in the wooden box were useful. He had already thought of such a scene, and it would be bad to use some spells indiscriminately in front of the grave, so he specially brought a bottle of clean water up.

At this time, it can be used to clean the dust of the tombstone, and by the way, clean the dust near the grave.

"Next time, I'll ask Yan Chixia to exchange some gadgets for sheltering from dust and water, and bury them nearby."

"It can also let your mother rest more peacefully."

Zhao Youqian sent Qingshui to Hong Yi's side. At this time, this famous and wise young man fell silent for a rare occasion.

He just nodded silently, took the clear water from Zhao Youqian, and continued to clean his mother's grave.

Be sure to make the place where your mother sleeps clean.

Just like in his mother's memory, the appearance of cleaning his small yard was the same.

Zhao Youqian understands that this is something that Hong Yi has to do with his own hands. Anyone who intervenes unless he is married to Hong Yi is an outsider and will not release Hong Yi's depressed mood.

After suppressing it for so long, it's time for Hong Yi to tell his mother.

It's a pity that Zhao Youqian is still far from the realm of the rumored God of Cooking at this time, otherwise he would have been able to save him after being dead for so long, but now... saving a dying person is already his greatest cooking ability.

It's too hard, too hard to come back from the dead, let alone after being dead for so long.

That level of cuisine is tantamount to making a deal with the whole world, offering sacrifices, and non-master chefs can't reach the minimum limit at all.

Therefore, all he could do was to take out the semi-finished Jiangnan Hundred Flower Chicken that had been prepared and place it in front of the grave.

The steamed Jiangnan Baihua Chicken has a light golden skin and has been cut in advance. It is placed on the plate one by one, and the two chicken wings are lined up on both sides of the plate. If you do not open the dishes, you will see There is white and light pink shrimp paste inside, and it is absolutely unexpected that it is not chicken.

He used a little magic to maintain the temperature of the wooden box, so that the dish was still steaming hot when it was put out. Seeing this situation, Zhao Youqian took out another white daisy that had been cut and washed, and then thickened the chicken soup It was poured directly on the plate of the hundred-flower chicken, and finally the daisy petals were torn off and sprinkled on it.

When he finished everything, a golden light shot up into the sky and disappeared, illuminating the surroundings.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of gently plucking the strings, as if a woman in embroidered clothes from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River was holding a pipa and singing, and the eyes were full of that gentle style.

The aroma of chrysanthemums was slowly activated by the boiling hot Gorgon juice, soaking the entire tomb with a bit of autumn aroma.

Hong Yi, who was originally immersed in nostalgia for his mother, was awakened by Zhao Youqian's "Jiangnan Hundred Flowers Chicken".

Can't help showing surprise.

"Brother really attaches great importance to my mother."

"Here is my little brother, thank you on behalf of my late mother!"

Standing up and patting the dust off his body, Hong Yi bowed solemnly.

Zhao Youqian also accepted it calmly.

After all, if it is an ordinary person, there is no chance for him to make this dish.

Even in the gourmet world, he has never cooked this dish a few times, and he has always cherished it very much as the bottom of the box.

"It's for sacrifice, let me help you."

After learning the way of sacrificial rituals, Zhao Youqian has a very good understanding of these things. There are also opinions on how to make sacrifices available to ancestors and gods.

Holding the Jiangnan Hundred Flower Chicken in both hands, he communicated with the heaven and the earth with his mind, and then solemnly handed it over to Hong Yi, and asked him to hand it to the grave.

The light that was visible to the naked eye on the Hundred Flowers Chicken gradually faded, so that in the end it became a dish that seemed extremely simple, with nothing special at all, even after the aroma dissipated.

Only then did Zhao Youqian stop praying.

Seeing this scene, Hong Yi couldn't help feeling a little throbbing in his heart.

"Brother, this."

Without Hong Yi explaining clearly, Zhao Youqian knew what he was thinking.

"There is no ghost in this world, the lamp is extinguished after death, your mother has exhausted her Taoism cultivation, and her soul is weaker than ordinary people. Don't think about it."

"The sacrifice is just to make a little bit of true spirit in the dark stronger, so that in the natural reincarnation, it will not return to the ruins in the end, reincarnated as a grass, tree, animal, and protect one's body."

After listening to Zhao Youqian's words, the brilliance in Hong Yi's eyes obviously dimmed, but this is something he already knew, and he was not too disappointed. Instead, he was more grateful for Zhao Yougan's sacrifice.

Being able to retain the true spirit and become a human again is already something that many people can only dream of after death.

Bowing again to be grateful, Hong Yi didn't say anything this time, knowing that Zhao Youqian didn't care about it, but he still had to keep this matter firmly in his heart.

At this moment, there were bursts of howling jackals around the tomb. Obviously, the vision and aroma of the Jiangnan Hundred Flower Chicken had attracted many uninvited guests.

Hong Yi wasn't surprised at all, this west mountain was already full of wild beasts, just when he was about to mark this burial mound as a forbidden area, so that those tigers, leopards, wolves and foxes would not dare to enter.

Suddenly, from the jungle, several little foxes covered in white all over jumped out.

When they came in front of Hong Yi and Zhao Youqian, they didn't seem to expect to meet humans. The little foxes froze like children for a moment, then turned around and ran away suddenly.

On the contrary, Hong Yi couldn't help smiling.

"What? Do you want to meet this family?"

"In order not to prevent these spiritual little guys from being beaten as prey by those princes and nobles."

Zhao Youqian looked at the figures of those little foxes fleeing in embarrassment, and it was quite interesting, and he spoke to Hong Yi who was beside him.

I also want him to come out of the depressed mood of sweeping the grave.

I understand this, but those little foxes are really cute, and Hong Yi does not reject this.

What's more, he saw the Amitabha Sutra, which was considered to be a bit of karma. Since it was destined for these little pure foxes to come to him, he naturally wanted to see them and even take care of them.