The God of Cooking in the World of Martial Arts and Immortals

"Yang Xiao, you're really not bad." Wei Yixiao laughed nonchalantly.

"What does Wei Bat King mean?" Yang Xiao didn't understand, but he knew that Wei Yixiao was definitely not a good thing to say.

"Under your leadership, the Mingjiao actually eats so much dung that it is so delicious. I don't know how much food it can save in a year."

Hearing this sarcasm, Yang Xiao felt extremely harsh, and his face was gloomy: "Even if Yang is stingy, he won't let Mingjiao brothers eat shit!"

"Then what do you want to say about this situation?" Wei Yixiao pressed on step by step.

"Wei Yixiao! Open your eyes and take a good look, what they are eating is not some kind of dung." Yang Xiao had a sharp eye, and he saw that what everyone was eating was a kind of small lump, and dung is not like that.

What's more, he has been running Mingjiao for several years, and he has never heard of anyone who likes to eat dung, let alone so many people eat it together.

"That's right." Monk Budai nodded and said, "They seem to be eating tofu."

"Tofu?" Wei Yixiao raised his eyes and saw Mingjiao people sticking small square pieces with very small wooden thorns and putting them into their mouths, they were very intoxicated after eating.

"Tofu is so delicious?" Wei Yi smiled in disbelief.

"There is something that you don't seem to be aware of." Taoist Iron Crown said, "The stench doesn't seem to be pungent anymore, but it's a bit seductive."

"Huh?" Everyone sniffed, and sure enough, there was no smelly nausea, but an urge to eat.

"This... this tofu is weird!" Wei Yixiao found that he actually had the urge to 'want to eat', this was the first time since he became the Blue Wing Bat King.

"Yang Xiao, isn't that peddler a member of my Ming Cult?" Monk Budai saw that all the Ming Cultists were paying, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Yang Xiao took a careful look at the peddler, then shook his head: "Yang has never seen him before."

There are so many people in Mingjiao, it is impossible for him to know all of them, so he can only give the answer that he has never seen them before.

"Go and ask and you'll know." Zhou Dian used lightness kung fu and ran towards the peddler.

The crowd followed suit one after another.

Wei Yi smiled and posted first, and arrived at the stall first: "What do you sell here?"

"Wei... Bat King Wei!" A Ming Cultist recognized him and hurriedly saluted: "See Bat King Wei."

"See Wei Bat King!" Everyone paid homage one after another.

Wei Yixiao smiled slightly and said, "We are all brothers, so there is no need to be polite."

"Xie Wei Bat King!"

"Wei Yixiao, what are you pretending to be?" Zhou Dian chased after him with a stinky face.

"It can't be helped, whoever made him the best lightness kungfu and the fastest runner." Budai monk followed closely behind.

"Hmph!" Yang Xiao and the other three also arrived.

"Yang... Yang Zuoshi!?"

"See Yang Zuoshi!"

Satisfied, Yang Xiao waved his hand, "There's no need to be too polite."

Wusanren's face was not very good-looking: Why didn't you visit us?Aren't we handsome?

Everyone suppressed their thoughts for the time being, and their eyes fell on the hawker with quick hands and feet.

I saw him take out the fried tofu with a huge colander, and then put the new tofu into the oil pan.He put the fried tofu into a bowl, sprinkled it with garlic sauce, and that indescribable tantalizing smell came out.

"The guest officials look like important people at first glance, do you want some stinky tofu?" Ling Chi looked at Yang Xiao and the others with a bright smile.

Yang Xiao had to admit that although the peddler was ordinary in appearance, his smile was a bit savory, which made him feel a little fond of him.

"Aren't you my Mingjiao brother?" Yang Xiao asked.

"No." Ling Chi shook his head: "I'm just a daring peddler."

"Oh?" Yang Xiao smiled: "You are really brave enough to come here to sell stinky tofu when the six major factions are besieging my Mingjiao."

"People don't get rich without windfalls, and horses don't get fat without night grass. Wealth and wealth are in danger!" Ling Chi smiled and put the packaged stinky tofu on the chopping board, and asked: "Guest officer, do you want to try it? It's delicious of."

"That's right! Yang Zuoshi, it's really delicious." The Ming Cultists who had eaten and were eating echoed one after another, praising it repeatedly.

"Hey, the old bat has lived all these years, but he has never seen stinky tofu." Wei Yixiao swallowed, "It's interesting."

"Stop pretending, your stomach is growling." Zhou Dian stepped forward and asked, "Boy, how do you sell this stinky tofu?"

"One piece of five taels of silver."

"!?"

Before Zhou Dian got angry, Ling Chi added: "It doesn't taste good, you don't need money."

Zhou Dian's face was still ugly: "Okay! Just give me one. But the ugly thing is up front, if it doesn't taste good, don't say you won't pay, I'll smash your business!"

"It's all up to the guest officer." Ling Chi handed over a bowl of stinky tofu, and confessed: "Sorry, I'm a little busy, the guest officer just put the money in the box after eating, and I won't entertain."

Seeing Ling Chi's self-confidence, Zhou Dian couldn't believe it, and immediately tasted a piece of stinky tofu.

"Hmm... um..." After chewing for a while, Zhou Dian felt that his spirit seemed to be much better, and Zhou Dian nodded: "Not bad."

Ling Chi narrowed his eyes: Is it a blue figure?

Seeing Zhou Dian's delicious food, Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and others also felt hungry, so they ordered a portion one after another.

Without exception, no recipes were revealed.

Ling Chi's eyes lit up: seven blue diners.

"I didn't expect this little tofu to be so delicious." Yang Xiao praised, "Although it smells a little weird."

"That's why it's called stinky tofu." Ling Chi laughed and said, "This is also my exclusive secret recipe, the only one in the world."

Yang Xiao nodded and said, "Five taels of silver...it's worth it."

"The guest officers look like big shots. I also have a fruit-flavored popsicle worth ten taels of silver. The quantity is limited. Do you want to try it?" Ling Chi said with a smile.

"Eat popsicles in cold weather?" Wei Yixiao laughed loudly: "Little brother, you said that the quantity is limited, but in fact it can't be sold!"

"One piece of ten taels of silver, it would be a ghost if it could be sold." Zhou Dian echoed.

"No food, no money."

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