The young man casually took out a million taels of silver without even blinking!
This was a friend.
I, Jun Changxiao, am definitely going to be friends!
"Are you still hungry? Do you want another bowl of fried rice? "
"Just eating fried rice is not nutritious."
"Zi Dan, go to the river and catch some carp. Let Du Du make a sweet and sour carp for him to nourish his body."
Once Jun Patriarch became enthusiastic, it was really unbearable.
"Sweet and sour carp?"
The young man said in shock, "This seems to be the dish made by a girl called Liu Wanshi during the cooking competition in Southwest Yangzhou, right?"
"You've heard of it?" Jun Changxiao said in shock.
"Of course!"
The young man said, "I don't have any hobbies, I just like to eat all the delicacies in the world!"
Alright.
A person who had the same hobbies as Zhen Dejun!
It was a pity that his cultivation was trash, so there was no need to rope him in. Wait a minute … If this guy was rich, he could reluctantly accept it.
"Cough cough."
Jun Changxiao moistened his throat, pointed at Liu Wanshi and said: "She is Liu Wanshi, the sweet and sour carp was also made by her."
"Ah!"
The young man opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief: "You … You are Liu Wanshi?"
"Yes." Liu Wanshi said.
"Oh my god, oh my god!"
The young man stood up, then pinched his face and said: "Am I dreaming? Is it really her! "
Jun Changxiao put his hands behind his back and introduced himself: "This humble one is Jun Changxiao, the Patriarch of the Sect of All Times."
The young man clearly did not care about him, but carefully sized up Liu Wanshi, and said: "No wonder the fried rice was so delicious, so it was made by the champion of the cooking competition!"
"Little friend."
Jun Changxiao said: "I still don't know your identity?"
"Miss Liu."
The young man said seriously: "If I can eat the sweet and sour carp you make, it would definitely be a blessing of three lifetimes!"
"…"
The corner of Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched.
A dignified sect leader was actually ignored like this. Or could it be that in the eyes of a foodie, the most important thing was the chef?
"Zi Dan, what are you still standing there for?" Jun Changxiao urged. "Hurry up and go catch some fish."
"Yes!"
Purple Craggy left in a hurry.
Normally, as the king of the beast race, it would be shameful to do such a thing. However, thinking that he would soon be able to eat the sweet and sour carp made by Liu Wanshi, he was quite diligent and excited.
"Young friend, my disciple still has to participate in the God of Cookery Tournament. I'm afraid that cooking for you will delay his schedule …" Jun Changxiao said.
The youth understood what he meant, so he scratched his head and said, "I don't have any money."
Out of money?
Disappointment appeared on Jun Changxiao's face.
"However …"
The young man paused and said, "I have 10,000 Natural Spirit Stones here. If Miss Liu doesn't mind, I'm willing to compensate you for the delay."
"I don't mind, I don't mind." Jun Changxiao smiled.
With a million taels of silver notes and ten thousand natural spirit stones, he was indeed a friend worth befriending!
But why would he go on the road alone?
Was he not afraid of being robbed?
Maybe his family was strict and did not allow him to go out, so he snuck out. He was used to living a life of stretching out his hand and opening his mouth, so he fainted on the road.
The world of the rich was indeed incomprehensible.
The System was speechless.
The host did not have any good points, but he had a big imagination.
The young man was really generous. He took out 10,000 natural spirit stones and did not even frown from beginning to end, as if the things did not belong to him.
"The fish is here!"
The Purple King caught a few carps from the lake.
Jun Changxiao smiled and said, "Du du, make a sweet and sour carp for this young friend."
"Alright."
Liu Wanshi put on an apron and chose the most suitable carp. Then, she placed it on the chopping board and began to skillfully remove the scales and organs.
The young man exclaimed, "I can tell from the way you move like water. Miss Liu must be a master chef!"
…
Half an hour later.
The sweet and sour carp that was shaped like a U came out of the pot and was placed on the dining table that was taken out temporarily.
Because it involved the recipe and cooking method, the cooking process was omitted to prevent people with ulterior motives from learning it and using it to apply for non-inheritance.
"Try it." Liu Wanshi said.
"Okay."
The young man sat down and then gently opened the package on the table.
There was a plate, a spoon, and a pair of chopsticks inside. From the color, it looked like it was made of gold!
"Damn."
Jun Changxiao exclaimed, "A rich person!"
He had always eaten with bamboo chopsticks, porcelain bowls, and the like. Occasionally, he would use the multi-purpose cold and hot plastic cups that were bought from the store. He had never even thought about using this kind of precious ore to make food!
Liu Wanshi's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise.
She did not care about the expensive utensils, but the other party's slow and methodical movements.
The young man placed the utensils and gently picked up the chopsticks. The entire process was methodical, and there was a serious glow in his eyes.
Jun Chang Xiao thought to himself, "He's an expert in food!"
The young man picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth.
He did not chew, but used the taste buds on his tongue to fully feel the food.
Gradually.
His brows furrowed, relaxed, and furrowed again …
The expression on the young man's face kept changing, as if it was a fierce battle on the battlefield.
Brother!
Why don't you eat!
Jun Changxiao was anxious. He wanted to rush over and snatch the food in his mouth to help him eat.
After carefully tasting it, the young man began to chew.
With every movement of his teeth, the juice of the meat gradually spread in his mouth. He closed his eyes, and his soul seemed to have flown out of the nine heavens.
"Drip!"
"Drip!"
Tears flowed out from the corner of his eyes, dripping down his cheeks and onto the table.
The young man swallowed the food, then put down the chopsticks, raised his arm to wipe his tears, and choked, "To be able to eat such delicious food, I have no regrets in this life!"
"…" The corner of Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched.
Although this guy was young, his words and actions seemed to be quite experienced.
"Scared!"
The young man put a space ring on the table and said, "How can the delicacies of the world be measured by ten thousand spirit stones? There are still ten thousand spirit stones, please be sure to take them!"
Jun Changxiao took it and cupped his fists. "From the way you eat, I can see that you must be a great connoisseur in the field of food!"
The young man said rather shamefully, "Although I am a lazy person, I am more knowledgeable in the field of food. Ordinary food can't enter my mouth."
"Even if you faint from hunger, you still insist on not eating something you don't like. I can see that!" Jun Changxiao said.
The young man smiled and put away the cutlery. "I'm full."
"You're full after one bite?" Jun Changxiao was stunned.
The young man said, "I don't eat to satisfy my hunger, but to taste it carefully. Besides, I just had a bowl of fried rice."
"…"
Such a weirdo, he deserved to faint from hunger.
"That …"
The Purple King said, "Can I have a bite?"
Seeing that the young man was crying from eating, his stomach had already begun to churn.
"Eat."
Whoosh!
The Purple King walked over. He was not as professional as the young man. He directly opened his mouth and took a big bite. Then, he began to cry.
…
"What's your surname, little friend?"
"My surname is Qian. Just call me Qian Buduo."
"Good name!"
"I heard Jun Patriarch say that he's taking Miss Liu to participate in the God of Cookery Competition?"
"That's right."
"I'm also going to the Great Sage's Imperial City. Can I go with you?"
"No problem, but why are you going to the Imperial City, Brother Qian?"
"I'm indebted to the organizers for letting me be the judge of this year's God of Cookery Competition."
"Oh."
Ga — —
Jun Changxiao suddenly stopped and said with a blank face, "You … You're the judge of the God of Cookery Competition?"
"This is my judge token."
Qian Buduo took out a gold-rimmed token. On it was written — Chief Judge of the 49th God of Cookery Competition.
Damn!
He's the chief judge!
"Brother Qian, you and I hit it off at first sight. I regret that we didn't meet earlier. I can't take these banknotes and 20,000 spirit stones. Please take them quickly."
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