Looking at the thing that appeared out of thin air in front of him, the raccoon cat spirit was a little shocked: "My king, what is this?"
Jiang Lin was in a very good mood and smiled at the raccoon cat spirit: "Tools for making delicious food."
The raccoon scratched his head, not really understanding what delicious food was.
Judging from the king's appearance, it seems that he is cooking.
But isn't it enough to just fill your stomach with food? Why waste time doing anything else
Cats are curious by nature. When the raccoon cat saw that Jiang Lin seemed to be in a good mood, it thought for a while and felt that the White Bone King would not suddenly lose his temper and beat the monster today. So it found a place not too far away and squatted there obediently, wanting to see what Jiang Lin was going to do.
Jiang Lin first looked at the two pheasants. The civet cat was efficient and washed both pheasants very cleanly as required.
He nodded with satisfaction.
Spells are particularly convenient at times like this.
He picked up one of the chickens and cut it into beautiful pieces with just a magic trick, without even using a knife.
Jiang Lin didn't have much talent for cooking. He put the chicken pieces in a clean pot, added some oil and salt, and cast a spell to draw some spring water into it.
With a snap of his fingers, fire started under the stove.
The raccoon cat, which had been staring at this side blankly, was frightened by the sudden flame and let out a "meow". It jumped onto the tree and grabbed the trunk tightly with its claws that had been stretched out at some point.
She looked at the flame nervously.
Fire is something that monsters are very afraid of. The only time these medicines grown in the mountains can see fire is when thunder strikes the mountain trees and ignites flames.
Thunder has always been the nemesis of monsters, and they are also filled with fear of fire, which is often associated with thunder.
Jiang Lin had no time to take care of her at the moment.
He covered the pot of chicken soup and let it simmer slowly. He also built a fire on the other side, found a clean branch to skewer the other pheasant, cast a spell, and slowly roasted it over the fire.
Then he picked and chose in the space and found some mushrooms.
Speaking of these mushrooms, we have to mention another benefit of this emerald space: although living people cannot enter, this emerald space is particularly friendly to plants. No matter whether it is seeds or mature plants, as long as they are put in, they can always be preserved in the freshest state. Even after a period of time, they will look fresher and more tender than when they were just put in.
When the system saw Jiang Lin taking out mushrooms from the space, everything went dark before its eyes.
However, this is not the end.
When the system saw Jiang Lin skillfully activating the wood-type spiritual power to produce a basket full of mushrooms, it felt that it was getting angry and about to develop a mental disorder.
"Jiang Lin!" The system didn't even want to call the host. "This emerald space is an extremely rare and precious spiritual space. The technique you practice is one of the best wood-based techniques. You use it to grow vegetables?"
Jiang Lin used magic to control the water to wash the mushrooms and replied, "Any questions?"
This familiar nonchalant tone!
The system was so angry that it was about to lose its mind: "You you you..."
His language function is obviously not very developed, and you can't say anything after talking for a long time.
Jiang Lin washed the mushrooms and put them aside to dry. He said, "I can roughly guess that according to the settings in the system, you must have come from a very powerful cultivation world. In this world, the strong are respected. Everyone works hard to cultivate and regards becoming a strong person as their lifelong wish. Everything else, including the desire for food and drink, is external to the body. Most people disdain this, right?"
The system snorted: "If you knew, why did you do this on purpose?"
"It's not intentional." Jiang Lin said, "After all, your world is completely different from the world I live in."
Jiang Lin looked up at the sky, his tone deep and with a hint of nostalgia: "System, in my world, in my country, before the end of the world came, there was a very philosophical saying, do you know it?"
The system was stunned by his serious look, and couldn't help but become serious as well, and asked, "What did you say?"
Jiang Lin said word by word: "Man is iron, and food is steel. If you don't eat, you will be hungry!"
"So," he said seriously, "food is the most important thing for people. For me, nothing is more important than eating a good meal of meat. This is my belief, do you understand?"
system:"… "
This was beyond his usual understanding.
But the host looked very serious.
He asked blankly, "Is that so?"
"Of course it is!" Jiang Lin said confidently, "I've never been the kind of person who speaks without thinking."
Faith is a very serious and noble thing. After reflecting on it, the system feels that it really shouldn't use its own standards to demand the host.
"Well, then I won't care about you anymore." The system decided that in the future, whenever it saw the host taking food from the space, it would pretend to be blind.
It said: "But you can eat it, but you must abide by the contract between us and do your task well."
Jiang Lin had never expected that this system could be so easy to fool.
He was stunned for a moment, and felt a rare pang of conscience.
Of course, it was just a tiny bit, and it disappeared with the wind.
He said righteously: "Of course, since I have signed a contract with you, I will naturally complete the task well."
The system then stopped talking.
The soup in the pot was boiling at this moment. Jiang Lin lifted the lid and a faint fragrance was already wafting out.
He put the washed mushrooms in, adjusted the seasoning, and put the lid back on.
Then, he happily sat next to the simple grill on the other side, withdrew his spiritual power, and enjoyed the pleasure of grilling delicious food manually.
As the seasonings are applied layer by layer, the aroma of the roast chicken gradually begins to spread.
At first, there was only a slight smell of burnt aroma. The civet cat squatting on the tree moved its nose slightly and looked at the roasting chicken on the fire below with surprise.
After a while, the roast chicken, which was brushed with chili powder, pepper and other seasonings, was roasted over a fierce fire, and a little bit of fat seeped out of the skin, and an extremely overbearing aroma suddenly exploded.
"A-choo!" The civet cat with an amazing sense of smell had never smelled such a wonderful smell.
She felt a burning sensation in her nose, and her mouth began to saliva uncontrollably. Her eyes seemed to be hooked, and she stared at the roast chicken in Jiang Lin's hand.
What on earth is the king doing
It smells weird.
But again, it smells good.
She touched her stomach. She had clearly eaten when she caught the pheasants, so she shouldn't be hungry today.
Why am I feeling uncomfortable again
Jiang Lin's condition was not much better than that of the raccoon cat.
The raccoon cat had never tasted this flavor before. Although it was curious and excited, it still managed to hold back.
But Jiang Lin is not.
Before the end of the world, roast chicken was a very common delicacy. Who didn’t have a happy day when they could order some barbecue late at night
But after the end of the world began, this ordinary delicacy became an extreme longing that could no longer be expected.
It is much more painful to have something and then lose it than to never have it at all.