Konoha Qiweiju

The rice-free Qiankun cake is made by Xing Liu, a knight-errant.

It ranks among the three stars not because of its outstanding taste, but because of its extremely magical technique.

Of course, the taste isn't too bad either.

It is better than ordinary cakes.

The focus is on the technique.

However, for a true practitioner of Samsung Chef, this technique is not difficult to operate.

Zhenxiu read the recipe carefully and felt that it was stable.

Soon, Shabuzai led many soldiers in.

They held lots of hay in their hands.

"Mr. Zhenxiu, these are the hay found so far. Do you think they are enough?"

Zhen Xiu nodded.

"That's enough for now, go and find some Guanyin soil for me."

"Guanyin soil? What is Guanyin soil?"

Shabuzhi was confused and didn't understand what Zhenxiu said.

"It's clay."

"Clay clay? What do you want that thing for?"

Sabuzhi became even more confused, but she didn't ask any more questions and ordered her men to find the clay quickly.

The so-called Qiankun cake, which can be made without rice, requires three most important materials.

One is leftover rice.

The second is dried weeds.

The third is Guanyin soil.

Dried leftover rice and dried wild grass are the main sources of nutrition for Qiankun cake, while Guanyin soil is more like an ingredient. It only has the function of filling the stomach and has no nutritional supplement effect.

After all, Guanyin soil is completely indigestible to the human body and has no nutrients.

In times of famine, Guanyin soil was used by the victims to satisfy their hunger. It did make people feel full, but it could not solve the problem of lack of nutritional intake at all.

And if you eat too much, you will be bloated to death directly.

I don’t know how many victims died from this kind of thing.

True cultivators know this very well.

But with his production method, this situation will not happen.

When the Guanyin soil arrived, Zhenxiu asked for a room and started making it.

Cake can be stored for a long time. At the speed of true cultivation, it takes only three days to make Qiankun Cake, which is enough for eight hundred people to eat for three months.

By that time, his mission will naturally be completed.

However, eating Qiankun cakes all the time is not enough. Zhenxiu plans to send a batch of Bakugan Seuri Beef Pills to supplement nutrition for these common people.

Of course, this is something.

The most important thing right now is making the cake!

Zhen Xiu put his hand into the system backpack and pulled out a pocket.

It’s called Qiankun Bag!

It's actually just an ordinary big bag.

Zhenxiu poured the leftover rice into it and started dancing.

The bag was like a long stick in his hand, dancing like a whirlwind top.

After dancing to the point, Zhen Xiu took out a bowl. The remaining dried rice in his pocket had turned into powder, and he poured it out directly.

Then, Zhenxiu gave it a hard throw!

The pocket opened instantly and was five meters long.

"The two immortals of harmony!"

The real cultivator shouted lowly, and moved the inflated cloth bag towards the pile of dried weeds.

It's not enough to dry the weeds, the cloth bag has already put them all in it.

At the same time, Zhenxiu's other hand was drying the smashed leftover rice, and pouring a little flour and Guanyin soil into it.

The movements are clean and crisp, and the speed is extremely fast.

"Three stars shine!"

Tie the bag with a rope and then kick it hard!

Boom!

The bag hit the wall and made a loud noise.

Zabuzai, who was waiting outside the door (this is not a bad name, it has an allusion, such as Zabuza) felt nervous when she heard this.

"Why is there such a big movement? What is Mr. Zhenxiu doing?"

Shabuzhi was worried and wanted to take a peek.

But after thinking about it, I gave up.

Zhenxiu didn't want them to see it, so it didn't seem right to just get in there.

There is no basic respect for people.

After all, Shabuzhi was still young, and finally chose to believe in Zhenxiu and continued to wait at the door.

She was very curious about what she could make with the little flour and leftover rice she brought in.

In the room, the real cultivator picked up a basin and poured water into the pocket.

add water!

"The world is churning!"

After adding water, Zhenxiu grabbed the rope and turned it wildly, including the bag.

At this time, the bag is like a processing machine.

With a strong pull, the bag flew up, spinning crazily around along the rope with Zhen Xiu as the center of the circle.

Condiments!

Zhenxiu grabbed a handful of condiments and threw them into the bag.

"The wind blows the fragrance!"

In an instant, the pocket absorbed all the spilled condiments.

Zhenxiu kicked hard again and began to punch and kick the swollen pocket.

"The shooting star catches up with the moon!"

"Snake hits seven inches!"

"The wind comes from all directions!"

A violent beating.

People who don't know better think that Zhenxiu has some deep grudge against this big bag.

"Nine days embrace the moon!"

Zhen Xiu's hands hit the big bag crazily, and then the big bag rose into the sky!

“Very satisfied!”

Zhenxiu pulled hard and the rope fell automatically, leaving only a big bag on the ground.

When the pocket was opened, it was filled with sesame seeds!

It smells delicious, as if it was freshly baked.

The five-meter-long bag contains enough sesame seeds to feed eight hundred people for a day.

"It's done!"

When the real cultivator saw this, he looked happy.

This three-star recipe is really not easy.

After some operations, even the real cultivator didn't know the reason, but he managed to make hot sesame cakes.

Who can I talk to to reason with this?

Fantasy!

It’s so fantasy!

"You can come in."

Zhen Xiu said softly, and Sha BuZhi, who was outside the door, heard the words and immediately walked in.

"Mr. Zhenxiu..."

Just as Sabuzhi was about to say something, she saw the big bag of cakes.

It's hot and fragrant, making people salivate.

"You did this?"

In less than two minutes, Zhenxiu actually made a lot of sesame seed cakes?

Shabu Zhi was shocked.

What kind of chef is this?

Fairy right?

Zhenxiu nodded, very satisfied with Safuori's expression.

"That's right, it's me. This cake is called Qiankun Cake. If each person eats one, it will be enough for one meal. You can try it to see how it tastes."

Zhenxiu said and handed a piece of Qiankun cake to Shabu Zhi.

Shabuzhi took it and took a bite without thinking too much.

Crispy on the outside!

Soft inside!

There was a click, which was when the outer crust of the pie was bitten off.

But what follows is a soft and cake-like texture.

Sabuzhi's eyes widened and she looked at the Qiankun cake in her hand in disbelief.

"tasty!"

This is not a luxurious dish, but it is definitely delicious for those who are hungry.

"Mr. Zhenxiu, did you make these cakes with the ingredients just now?"

"good."

"Mr. Zhenxiu, you are really amazing."

"Hey, it's nothing. You can take these cakes. Remember, one is enough for each person. Eating too much is not only a waste, but also bad for their digestion."

"Okay, Mr. Zhenxiu."

No need to ask if the yarn is not woven.

Today's food is considered good as long as it doesn't kill anyone.

What does it matter if you have poor digestion?

Watching Sha BuZhi leave, Zhen Xiu muttered: "This should be regarded as eating dirt in the true sense."