The purpose of Huan Donghai is probably not the vulgar things like shops and silver taels outside, but his purpose should be the millennium old soup of Huanjia.
This is the most valuable thing of Huanjia!
Before I knew it, I came to Tangta.
This is the most closely guarded place in the Huanfu, and there are many organs. If someone who is not familiar with it comes, they will definitely not be able to walk in.
Huan Qingyan led Huan Xinghan, avoided many traps, and entered the tower.
"Ho ho?" Huan Jiuli's vigilant voice.
"It's me, Brother Jiuli."
Huan Jiuli came out from the dark side, "Ho Ho Ho..." greeted with a smile.
"Let's take a look at Lao Tang."
Huan Jiuli led the siblings into the bottom of the tower.
Laotang is at the bottom of the pagoda, on the third floor underground, it is a large round stone fortress, with an open area, all built of bluestones.
The old soup pot is made of thousand-year-old cold iron, with a diameter of two to three meters wide. There are eight small pots in the pot, which are divided into eight equal compartments, and the soup color of each compartment is different.
There are eight kinds of green, white, yellow, green, purple, black, red, and blue, and the smell from each small pot is different.
"Xinghan, our family's old soup has eight different soup bases. Use the appropriate soup base for any spiritual dishes. Do you want to try them all?" Huan Qingyan spoofed.
Xiao Xinghan is exactly the age of the ignorant and meaningless, "Think."
Huan Qingyan picked up a long spoon and scooped out some of them for his younger brother to taste.
When he just tasted the three kinds of soups, blue, white and yellow, Xiao Xinghan stuck out his tongue like a puppy, and gasped...
"Ah... Sister, this smells weird..."
Huan Jiuli had already prepared water and handed it to him.
Huan Qingyan pursed his lips and laughed straight, "As a gourmet chef, you must have a very sensitive sense of taste, little guy, you still have a long way to go..."
Xiao Xinghan kept breathing.
"Brother Jiuli, you are my father's apprentice. When he usually cooks spiritual dishes, you often study beside him. Do you know how to cook spiritual dishes that increase physical strength?" Huan Qingyan asked humbly.
Huan Jiuli shook his head and gestured twice with his hands, which meant that it was very complicated.
Food masters are divided into elementary, intermediate, advanced, master, master, and legendary.
In the past, Huan Beiming was a master, and Huan Jiuli was only a three-star spiritual master, an intermediate food master, and could not cook spiritual food with additional attribute values.
"Unfortunately, Father is gone, and the inheritance of our Huan family may be broken." Huan Qingyan sighed.
Huan Jiuli turned around suddenly and ran away.
However, he came back soon, and he took out a large stack of paper rafts from his arms, all of which were handwritten.
She made some gestures to Huan Qingyan, imitating Huan Beiming's vigorous writing style.
"You mean, these are all the recipes written down by Dad not long ago and left to our siblings?" Huan Qingyan guessed for a long time before guessing.
Huan Jiuli nodded in agreement.
Huan Qingyan took it over, the handwriting on these paper rafts was still very fresh, it really seemed to be written down recently, according to the memories of the reborn girl's previous life, these handwritings were also Huan Beiming's.
Father's whole heart is that he doesn't want to break the Huan family's inheritance, so let her try it.
Anyway, she is now a Healer.
You can also learn the skills of cooking chef.
She rolled up her sleeves, revealing the spirit ring on her wrist. This pig spirit treasure is indeed a pig. After eating half of the mouse spirit that bit Huan Donghai, it has been resting until now, biting off other people's spirit treasures. , it can be seen that it really took a lot of effort.
Fortunately, I didn't meet any enemies. If I did, it would be unreliable to point it out to help fight.