Hong Huang: My brother Bai Ze is definitely not a great cook

Not to mention the people waiting for the birth of the Lingbao.

At this time, Houtu had returned to his own tribe.

There are a total of twelve tribes in the Wu clan.

The leader of each tribe is an ancestral shaman.

Now they occupy the entire Buzhou Mountain and the area at the foot of the mountain.

After another nice sleep, Houtu began his mission.

Outside the Pangu Hall of the Wu Clan, ten shirtless strong men several feet tall and two female fairies formed a circle, staring closely at the bonfire in the center.

The bonfire in the center looks like nothing at first glance, but upon closer inspection, the fire and wood are extremely extraordinary!

"Little sister, what on earth are you going to do?" Di Jiang swallowed his saliva and asked with serious eyes.

"Cooking!" Hou Tu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Brother, you all know that I met a Taoist friend in Buzhou Mountain at that time, and he taught me a magical power!"

Hou Tu's tone was so mysterious that all the ancestral witches couldn't help but feel curious.

"What exactly is cooking?" Zhu Rong scratched his head, his eyes full of doubts:

"food?"

"Brother Zhu Rong, you are so smart!" Hou Tu nodded repeatedly and said with joy:

“The cooking that fellow Taoist said was actually able to make food very delicious.

We have always been eating like food, or roasting it over the fire. But in the hands of fellow Taoist Bai Ze, even if it is the simplest roasting, I feel that we have not learned how to eat it all these years. "

Hou Tu said, and even took out a few jars with characters that the ancestral witches didn't recognize written on them.

Then, the silver bracelet on Hou Tu's wrist flashed with a faint light, and a leg of lamb actually appeared in his hand.

"Ling Bao?" Gonggong's eyes widened and he looked at Hou Tu with some disbelief:

"Little sister, why can you use Lingbao!"

The witch clan cannot use spiritual treasures.

Why?

Because there is no soul.

Lingbao uses his soul to communicate with it.

Therefore, the Witch Clan cannot use any spiritual treasures. In their hands, the only characteristic of the spiritual treasures is-hard!

Just hard.

The Wu clan holds the spirit treasures to convince people with reason. They really hold the spirit treasures in their hands and hit them with bricks.

The silver bracelet looked like a spiritual treasure at first glance.

Therefore, Hou Tu's ability to use spiritual treasures naturally aroused the surprise of the witch clan.

"Well..." Houtu scratched his face with his scallion-white fingers, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes:

"Fellow Taoist Bai Ze asked his brother to help improve the spiritual treasure. They said it is not called a spiritual treasure, but a magic treasure. It can be used by activating magic power, and its purpose is only for storage.

Mine is a bit special, it seems to be called the middle-grade Houtian Lingbao, and it is said that it is added with a drop of blood refining treasure.

I think it's very good for storing food. This leg of lamb has been stored for nearly ten yuan and is still very fresh. "

"hiss!"

Hearing this, all the ancestral wizards except Zhu Jiuyin took a deep breath, and Zhu Rong even asked:

"Little sister, ask him to get some of these things for us, and I'll teach him to play with fire!"

"Okay!" Hou Tu nodded, with a smile like the spring breeze blowing on his face:

"When the time comes, fourth brother, please come with me to meet fellow Taoist Bai Ze and the others. I still have some of this magic weapon."

"Little sister, stop chatting with me brother Zhu Rong, hurry up, hurry up! Let me see how the food becomes delicious!" Gonggong was on pins and needles at the moment and couldn't wait.

"Brother, I'm your brother, you want to fight?" Zhu Rong flashed his fists with an unhappy look on his face.

"Hmph, calling you brother is just to give you face." Gonggong had a hint of disdain on his lips.

"Do you know that water defeats fire? I advise you to be more knowledgeable and call me brother."

"You fart!" Zhu Rong scolded angrily:

"Why don't you give it a try? Let's see if my fire can put out your little water!"

Except for the eldest brother Dijiang, the second eldest brother Zhu Jiuyin, and the youngest Hou Tu, the other ancestral witches were all born at the same time. There was a huge quarrel over who was older than the other.

"Stop arguing." Di Jiang said in a deep voice:

"Watch the little sister's show."

"Okay." Hou Tu blinked and looked at Di Jiang, and then started to operate.

'Well... roasting a leg of lamb is the simplest. You just need to open it and sprinkle salt on it, and it will be very delicious. ’

‘How did fellow Taoist Bai Ze come here? ’

Hou Tu closed his eyes and thought for a long time, then he breathed a long sigh of relief, and a faint light shimmered on his fingers.

I saw her cutting the inside of the lamb leg three times horizontally and three times vertically.

The cut surface is smooth and flat, about one-third of the way into the leg of lamb, just enough not to touch the bones of the leg of lamb, allowing the leg of lamb to be heated evenly and to a delicious level.

‘Hmm… salt, how much salt? ’

‘Fellow Daoist Bai Ze hasn’t taught you this step yet. It seems that I have to do this step myself. ’

Hou Tu placed the leg of lamb one foot away from the fire, and used a little magic power to make the leg of lamb float exactly in that position, and slowly spin around.

In just three breaths, the leg of lamb exuded a delicious taste that all the ancestral witches could not tolerate.

Hou Tu smiled slightly, then grabbed a handful of salt and sprinkled it on.

Five breaths and the leg of lamb is ready.

Hou Tu still used his magical power to protect this, otherwise the leg of lamb would have turned into ashes long ago.

There is no other way, the Witch Clan is just one who plays with fire, and there is nothing else he can use except his fire.

After all, this is a golden leg of lamb...it can't be roasted over ordinary fire.

"Listen to me, brothers and sisters." Di Jiang said with a solemn expression:

"This time of creation, I should be allowed to come first, and I will try the poison first."

"What words! What words are these!" Shebishi said quickly:

"Brother, I am the best at poisoning. You will know whether it is poisonous or not when you put it in my hands!"

"Brothers and sisters, please don't rob me." Hou Tu smiled like a flower and was very happy:

"There are many more."

This is how it feels to have your delicious food recognized by others.

No wonder Taoist friend Bai Ze likes to cook so much.

I really don’t know how delicious the food will be if it enters the kitchen in his mouth.

"Did you hear that? There are still many more." Zhu Rong laughed a few times:

"I came first, I was the one who created this fire."

"Why don't you let me come first? I was the one who provided the firewood." Gou Mang said, grabbing the leg of lamb.

All the ancestral witches looked at Ju Mang with wide eyes.

Jumang ignored it at all, swallowed the whole leg of lamb in one gulp, and started chewing it.

…

…

…

After three breaths, Ju Mang's expression stiffened, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching.

vomit!

"tasty!"

vomit!

"tasty!"

Ju Mang covered his mouth and kept repeating that it was delicious.

"vomit!"

Finally, at the last moment, Jumang spit it out.

It’s bad, it’s shattering my little girl’s confidence!

Hou Tu: "..."

The other ancestral witches: "..."

Hou Tu looked slightly embarrassed, laughed awkwardly, and said sheepishly:

"Mistake, mistake! Brothers and sisters, believe me, it is definitely a small mistake. I will make another one."

Di Jiang's face looked a little unnatural, and he said cautiously:

"Little sister, there is no need to show off."

"Brother, don't worry!" Hou Tu raised his head and looked at Di Jiang, his brows full of determination:

"It will work this time. The mutton just didn't taste good. It's definitely not my problem."

As he spoke, Hou Tu's bracelet flashed slightly, and a large piece of beef rib appeared in his hand.

"I used beef this time. The beef is delicious."

…

vomit!

"tasty!"

vomit!

"tasty!"

Zhu Rong covered his mouth, wanting to cry but without tears.

You must not break your little girl’s confidence!

"Little sister, let me try it." Zhu Jiuyin twitched the corners of his mouth and took the beef ribs from Hou Tu's hand.

Hou Tu seemed to have lost his luster at this moment, and sat silently on the spot.

Obviously I followed Taoist friend Bai Ze's instructions, so why can't I do it?