"What else can it be, face!"

What is the problem? Hua Xiaomi said speechlessly and angrily.

Suddenly, she was stunned. The noodles were made of wheat flour and water. It seemed that there was no such thing as wheat on Red Moon Island?

Thinking that the people on Chiyue Island had never eaten such ordinary things, Hua Xiaomi felt a sense of sympathy.

The noodles in his hand were never eaten into his mouth. Looking at the rough and thirsty face in front of him, he showed his stupid face in his eyes.

She sighed quietly, stretched the bowl in her hand forward, feeling weak: "Forget it, let's eat it for you."

"Really?" Chongtian's voice was filled with surprise. Pang Xing grabbed the seafood noodles and poured them all into his mouth.

Finally, he even smashed his mouth and said, "Who said that food practice is useless? I think it's pure jealous!"

Pang Xing, who had never eaten pasta, has been successfully captured by Hua Xiaomi's cooking skills. He realized that he had looked down on food practice before and was too stupid.

After two bowls of noodles, I was already seventy-sixth of full, but the one felt a little empty, so I changed my face to please me, rubbed my palm-shaped hands with a big fan, and laughed "hehe"

"Miss Hua~ My stomach is not bulging yet, why don't you make some more food?"

Hua Xiaomi, who was collecting things, staggered and almost fell to the ground again. Girl, fairy, these are obviously very normal names, why is it so strange when Pang Xing's mouth?

"I will repeat it again, either call me my name or call me a fellow Taoist!" She gritted her teeth.

Pang Xing was stunned and a little puzzled. Don’t these girls like to be called fairies? Why is this so extraordinary in front of him?

But this is not a matter. The key is to let her make another pot of food. That bowl of seafood noodles has drawn out all his greed for thirty years.

The snacks sold in the city are simply fed to sea pigs! Fasting pill? This thing is simply unhumane!

"Fellow Daoist Hua, Senior Hua! What ingredients do you need? I, Pang Xing, don't say anything, and go to the sea of ​​fire!" He held his hands and blinked as if he was cute after speaking.

Hua Xiaomi was so scared that she shivered, "I think... I have a friend, you will definitely play together."

He and Zhaocai Jinbao are both big and like to pretend to be cute. They are simply terrible~~

"As the saying goes, it's hard to cook without a pot. If you want me to take action, you have to make a pot for me first."

"It seems that's really so reasonable." Pang Xing muttered, and turned around and really planned to go to the back to make a pot, but Hua Xiaomi grabbed it.

"Stop! Stop talking about whether it's a pot or not, where's my Wuguang Dagger?"

Pang Xing slapped his head suddenly, "I almost forgot the serious business, there is something wrong with your magic weapon!"

Hua Xiaomi's heart was shocked. Is there any problem? Could it be that she was unable to get rid of her hands and feet? But she checked it carefully, but she didn't even have it.

I saw Pang Xing mysteriously and whispering: "This Wuguang Dagger is not a high-level magic weapon, but a top-level magic weapon. Hua Gu... Ugh, you sent it with a friend Hua."

I thought it was something bad, but Hua Xiaomi breathed a sigh of relief and thought that Pang Xing could really make a fuss.

But the Wuguang Dagger is actually a top-level magic weapon?

No wonder it is so powerful. It is usually used by foundation-building monks, and ordinary qi-refining monks cannot even see it.

Pang Xing said that the original Wuguang Dagger made a mistake when it was built and turned into a high-level magic weapon. It happened that he had a rare piece of equipment in his hand - Tu Mingsha.

After he had some painstaking efforts to build it, the Wuguang Dagger returned to its original state and became a top-level magic weapon.

I really didn't expect that there was such a reason.

It can be seen that luck has come, and I am used to being unlucky, so God has to give some sweet things occasionally.

"Well... Tu Ming Sand is really not cheap. With your labor costs, how many spirit stones will you calculate, I will give them to you together."

Hua Xiaomi was holding the storage bag and preparing to take out the spirit stone.

Although she was poor, she felt distressed even if she took out half of the spirit stone, but that top-level magic weapon was not blown by the strong wind, so she had to give it what she deserved!

However, at this moment, Pang Xingyi refused her spirit stone in a righteous manner, "Then you don't have to forget about the labor costs. You can get another pot of food for Tu Mingsha."

Hua Xiaomi's fingers moved and looked at her black light dagger carefully. She looked ordinary, as if nothing had changed.

Input a trace of spiritual power, only the dim light flashed on the tip of the blade occasionally, which showed that Tu Mingsha only added a little.

But just a little bit of it would take dozens of spirit stones, nearly one hundred. But did Pang Xing actually give up so many spirit stones for a pot of rice?

Hua Xiaomi quietly looked at the bearded man in front of her, squinted her eyes slightly, and had a hot temper, regardless of the rules, but in fact she was careful.

They only met for the first time today and gave her such a great gift. Could it be...

"After that, I need a pot."

Pang Xing pulled Hua Xiaomi to look at the minerals everywhere. Since this was his first time cooking, he picked some stuffing materials.

I heard that she needed it, so I gave her a lot of it.

I also got to know a lot of minerals.

Creating a pot is not a magic tool, and it doesn’t take too long to create a pot with a sparkling splendor.

The main body is blue soil steel scraps, so the finished product is considered unsatisfactory.

In fact, as a pot, it is quite important to be a carrier of food from raw to cook.

But at least it was not made of ordinary iron, and she was not used for competition, which should be enough for her to use it for a while.

Maybe she can learn how to refine weapons in the future?

I looked at my two small thin arms and strengthened my physical fitness.

Flush the pot, heat the pot, pour in a little oil, not too much, just to make it more fragrant. Pull out a piece of titty cordata, break it into several pieces, put it in and stir-fry for two.

Another pile of clams with uneven concentric ring patterns, but unfortunately they were all dead when put into the storage bag.

But it doesn't matter. Even if she is dead, she has a way to pry open the mouth of these things.

He waved at them with a thousand-bead clams, and a strange spiritual power shone through them. The clams opened their mouths as if they were alive, revealing the tender white shell meat inside.

"Huh? You are quite interesting." Pang Xing looked at the thousand-bead clams with a few eyes, and his eyes were shining with a little puzzled. "Looking at its breath, it seems to be there or not, and it seems to be there or not, and it can be put into the storage bag? It's strange, really strange, what kind of magic weapon is this?"

Hua Xiaomi just glanced at him and did not answer.

This is not a magic weapon, it is a puppet. The mind and spirit are connected to control flexible puppets.

It was just a dead thing, but it only brought a hint of her spiritual sense, so she looked energetic.

Not comparable to those grass and trees puppets she made casually.

Seeing that she didn't like it, Pang Xing didn't care. The thousand-beaded clams looked just novel and not a very expensive thing. It would be fine to ask casually.

Water condensation technique to clean the clams, put them in a pot, stir-fry them quickly for a few times, take out a small lemon fruit, cut it in half, and squeeze the juice into it.

The lemon juice water is very sour but has a strong fragrance. It is just enough to remove the fishy smell in clams.

Finally, I carefully took out a jade bottle and poured it on a few drops. Its color was clear yellow and clear. As soon as I opened the bottle, a strong fragrance came out.

Pang Xing was so energetic that he hurriedly stepped forward and sniffed left and right, "What kind of wine is this? Why is it fragrant?"
Chapter completed!