The old saying goes well, you can replenish whatever you eat.

This statement does not come from a sage or a famous saying, but it is absolutely true. Take the base oil used for cooking, which can be roughly divided into two types, vegetable oil and animal oil. To use scientifically, one contains saturated fatty acids, the other contains unsaturated fatty acids, or even vitamins a/B/k, etc., which is not so detailed in normal people. From a personal point of view, vegetable oil is light, while animal oil is greasy, and each has its own flavor.

Ku Ding likes animal oil. Although he does not mean that he does not use vegetable oil at all, most of the time, he is still a bit biased towards animal oil.

Just like the mermaid oil in his hand at this time, the jar looks small and does not have much capacity, but every drop of oil inside is the best among the best, and it has become the best these days.

The mermaid oil that makes a bright light is different from what Ku Ding has in his hands. The former is just a simple oil residue, while the mermaid is in his hands. Those who simply refine mermaids into candles are also a waste of resources.

As soon as the seal was opened, I couldn't smell anything. With the light, I could see that the jar was like white jade. The chef considered the amount of the black gourd, and used a porcelain spoon to scoop two spoons from the jar and put them in the pot. Different from ordinary animal oil, the mermaid oil was as clear as the cream. It didn't need to heat the pot, but it melted along the wall of the pot.

The pot must be a large pot, preferably a large open stove and iron pot.

Fire requires strong fire, and you cannot use gas to burn it. If you need firewood, it is best to have high-quality green bamboo firewood, which will give you a refreshing fragrance in the pot.

After the temperature rises, the natural charm of mermaid oil slowly drifts out. Just smelling it is like sweet and sweet, just like the temptation of a beautiful woman fish on men. The smell of mermaid oil will inspire taste buds, arouse people's desire for food, and make people addicted to appetite.

Even the heat that disperses after the oil heats up seems to have rippling water.

The cook used a dark spatula to thrust the hot oil, and there was an inaudible sound of waves coming.

"Well, it's time."

Half a jar of black gluttons went into the pot together, but there was no sound of hot oil burning. Instead, it was like a hurricane rolling up waves, and the water hit the cliffs, and the sound of explosions continued.

The mermaid oil, which had only two spoons, turned into a white mist under the influx of half a jar of black gluttons like black liquid, rolled together with the pure black gluttons, and was as if the yin and yang were converged.

"Turn away yin and yang, use yang to gather yin, yin and yang to complement each other, turn into Hunyuan and combine!"

He smashed four pieces of golden silk yellow paper around the pot, and Ku Ding picked up the black spatula, and a shovel disrupted the pot of yin and yang, causing endless waves. Whether it was white fog or black water, they all began to scatter, as if they wanted to escape from the big pot, but the four pieces of golden silk yellow paper pressed a piece of golden yellow, as if they were sealing the mouth of the pot.

The spatula seemed to have a certain unknown trajectory, mixing the atomized mermaid oil and the black gourd. The black and white were still very distinct at first, but it quickly rolled into a color, a little gray first, and after the atomization was completely melted into the black liquid, the black liquid evaporated some blood. The pot stretched out his hand and guided the blood color out.

"Ningmeng!"

At first he was not interested, but later he was lured by mermaid oil. Ning Meng, who was standing next to him, said with expectation, opened her mouth and sucked the bloody mist into her mouth. When he swallowed it, she actually burped her mouth, and a hint of redness flashed in her eyes, but she was quickly suppressed by him.

It seems to be a little satisfied.

Looking at the pot, there was already a piece of extremely delicate powder. As the pot continued to stir-fry, the powder gradually changed from gray. When the pot finally peeled off the golden yellow paper from all directions and pushed it into the stove, a flame directly rushed into the pot. The pot took a deep breath and then blew out the flame, and the pot was already golden.

"You have eaten and drunk enough, and you will send the remaining bugs to your Aunt Meng."

Ning Meng was still clattering her mouth and savoring the smell just now. She reached out to catch the big jar handed over by Ku Ding, and then realized that it was a jar of insects. She loosened her hands and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he was fast, so he quickly grabbed it again.

"That...why I'll clean the pot."

As if he threw a time bomb, Ning Meng quickly put the jar in her hand on the table next to her, and did not forget to take a step back.

"You said you are a big boy, why are you afraid of insects? Didn't you eat that big mouthful of worm blood just now?"

"Sir... I'm not allowed to be wrong. Please let me clean the pot."

The cook shook his head and picked up the jar.

"Cook the fried noodles in the pot into cans of snacks, and don't eat them secretly... Forget it, you don't dare to eat them either. Don't just do it. Also, put a layer of bamboo candy on the bottom of the pot."

Looking at Ning Meng, who was like a kowtower worm, the Ku Ding was also helpless.

There are only two possibilities for this black glutton. Either the Taoist who saved Qianlong's last breath, the probability is extremely low. After all, there are few black gluttons, so it is too casual to put them in this way; or it is very likely to be in Sun Maiyu's tomb. If it were the latter, it can be imagined that there must be a large number of insects in the tomb, as well as seventy or eighty or even more corpses that have been possessed by insects and caused alienation.

Then if you say that if the chef wants to get to the tomb, will he still take Ning Meng? If you go there for such a long time, you must always bring a follower.

——Well, it seems that this kid has to treat the problem of being afraid of insects. Should he put some on his bed, or simply lock him in the insect prison to let him adapt?

Holding the jar, Meng Po seemed to be done. Qianlong's shriveled body was cut open and his neck was closed. It looked like there was no trace. I don't know what methods Meng Po used.

"I smell the fragrance."

Seeing the chef leaving the inner kitchen, Meng Po smiled.

"Well, these black gourmet insects are of good quality and are unexpectedly in line with mermaid oil. If you are in that tomb, you should get more back. I'll send the fried noodles to you later. The taste should be much better than you thought. Rinse them with warm water, slightly thicker, and sprinkle some sugar to make it taste the most delicious."

He put the jar aside and looked down at Qianlong's body on the ground. It seemed that Meng Po's cheeks were not seen.

"Okay, then I'll go back to the room first."

Meng Po took the jar and looked at Ku Ding gently. Seeing that Ku Ding didn't seem to care about him, he pouted and wrinkled his little nose before leaving.

It was not until Meng Po was about to walk out of the room that Ku Ding looked up and looked at Meng Po's beautiful figure, with an arc curved corner of his mouth.

"He is also a girl who can't grow up."
Chapter completed!