"Well, maybe it can be used as an ingredient, but I haven't tried it yet," Fu Qingjun replied with a smile.
"Is it a newly discovered species??"
Chen Weizhu asked curiously.
"Indeed." Fu Qingjun nodded. "Chef, please help me research it."
She picked up the snail shell and studied it.
She felt a mysterious aura from it, as if it was the truth of the Great Dao, and it was in line with the Heavenly Dao. If she looked at it for a long time, she felt as if there was a mysterious vortex sucking her mind into it.
"Maybe it's an unimaginably top-grade unknown spiritual material," she said.
"Maybe."
Fu Qingjun sat next to her and answered casually.
After all, there was only a snail shell left. He had dug out the snail meat, so he had to rely on that bit of meat to regrow the shell and turn it into a food ingredient.
It was another food production line.
As for this woman, he met her by accident when he opened a restaurant.
She seemed to be an elder of the strongest sect here. She was young and the daughter of a powerhouse.
However, when he saw this Chen Weizhu, he had a similar feeling as when he first saw Qin Hong.
She was weak, depressed, desperate, and had a stubborn temperament. In fact, such a woman could erupt like a volcano, and she was the kind of person who was very cruel to herself.
Qin Hong was such a cruel, stubborn, and stubborn person.
When he had just become Fu Qingjun and met Qin Hong, she was at the entrance of a nightclub, considering whether to sell her body. In the end, he asked for her hair overnight.
After understanding it, this young elder seemed to be facing the same situation.
Her father wanted her to marry someone in exchange for the survival of their family and the continuation of the tens of thousands of people in the family. Therefore, her life in the sect seemed to be difficult, and she was a little oppressed.
"Every family has its own difficulties."
"Not just mortals, but also these powerhouses."
This kind of weak and stubborn unique temperament was very rare, so Fu Qingjun struck up a conversation with her. Plus, she was a good cook, so they slowly got to know each other.
After all, this sect was the core of this generation's powerhouses.
Celestial Venerable Wence was reincarnated in this generation, so he got to know the people in this sect.
As for help?
Fu Qingjun did not intend to interfere too much.
He often lived in seclusion on various planets and rarely cared about anything.
And how could he help?
Could it be that he would be like Qin Hong, making the other party bald, leaving only ahoge?
Then, she would be like Qin Hong and become the primogenitor of this era's humans. Gatha, Bai Long, and Ziying all looked like her. They all had her bloodline. Everyone in the world was her ancestor?
Because the ancestors of mankind had a Mediterranean hairstyle, all humans in the future inherited it?
Such rumors were not good.
It was all because of Qin Hong, the fanatical ahoge follower, who had the strange hobby of making other people go bald, that she had put the blame on him.
And for this cosmos epoch to have an Ahoge Primogenitor God?
Hehe.
Fu Qingjun directly refused.
He didn't want to have a strange name in a universe that was starting to spread in this universe.
"You can try cooking it." Fu Qingjun calmed down.
"Alright."
Chen Weizhu nodded and began to cook.
However, as soon as it was placed into the pot and various spiritual ingredients were added, they began to melt and disappear.
"This?"
She was stunned.
Fu Qingjun had a pensive look. "It is obviously spiritual. Can't we use the normal cooking method?"
"I feel like that is the case." She scratched her head. "There is a strange aura. It is as if this ingredient has its own will and rules. It is alive and wriggling. It is very mysterious."
"En, it's fine. You can try cooking it again."
Fu Qingjun narrowed his eyes. He realized that the plant that he had cut off to cook had grown back. He secretly cut it off again and passed it to her.
"Ah, am I being too wasteful?" She vaguely felt that this ingredient was precious.
"It's fine. You can have as much as you want. Don't worry and try cooking it." Fu Qingjun waved his hand nonchalantly. After all, this was a perpetual motion ingredient. The rules of the universe existed in the dark. Why would there be any conservation of matter?
If the rules could be destroyed, this dead thing wouldn't be so terrifying.
It had always been limitless.
"Work hard. Don't you want to improve your alchemy skills?" Fu Qingjun smiled. "To change your fate?"
"Thank you, boss." Chen Weizhu became determined.
She was a good employee who worked hard.
Fu Qingjun didn't mind.
Time flew by, and another few months passed.
Chen Weizhu had been studying cooking ingredients and actually had some small achievements.
She succeeded in using a certain cooking method to retain a small portion of the dish.
After consuming it, her ability to control the water characteristics increased greatly. Her realm kept increasing. It was simply an unimaginable treasure.
Fu Qingjun was surprised to find that:
These rules didn't decrease!
After being eaten, they would grow back to the original plants and animals.
This made Fu Qingjun feel that this was really a perpetual motion ingredient. Those who ate it would have their cultivation greatly increased, but after eating it, they would grow back.
"Now, I can eat river snail noodles."
Fu Qingjun felt much better.
In the past, after his cultivation became stronger, he couldn't eat well.
No matter how good the spiritual ingredients were, they were not enough for him. They tasted like wax.
But now?
It felt good!
It felt extremely good!
The rules of eating. The rules of this universe were really interesting.
"As expected from the rules of the universe. They form everything in the world and naturally form thousands of food ingredients."
Fu Qingjun was very satisfied. After all, he was usually bored, "Next time I go to the Truth Forest, I will find some sorghum and other plants to see if I can make wine. I will also find some special leaves to see if I can make tea."
This was the most corrupt life.
Only by drinking and drinking could one live a happy life.
"I'm still lacking a loudspeaker. After I settle down, I will bring it over." Fu Qingjun stepped into the Dark Forest and started to roam around, searching for food ingredients in this dangerous land.
Time flew. Cultivation knew no time.
Another four years passed.
A young girl took down the recruitment notice and strode into the restaurant.
Very quickly, she was brought to the kitchen and the interview began. The one interviewing her was Chen Weizhu.
Under the girl's forced calmness, she completed the trial perfectly.
"Eh, not simple, not simple. My requirements are perversely strict and I have already eliminated a few thousand people. Are you from our sect? It's impossible for me not to know that our sect has someone with such superb pill refining skills. "Chen Weizhu said with a face full of surprise.
Pill refining was the same as immortal cooking.
The other party came to compete in cooking. From the foundation and heat control, her pill refining skills were definitely not bad.
In fact, from her proficiency in the technique, it seemed as if she was overlapping with his own shadow.
"Sister, have I been hired?" she asked.
After all, she learned pill refining from you.
"Yes." Chen Weizhu was stunned, "Your name is?"
"Chen Nianzi."
She blinked, "Sister, just call me by my nickname, Xiao Ya. That's more intimate."
This secular name seemed to have awakened her long lost memories.
It was also the name that you gave me.
After all, the Wang Residence wouldn't give a servant like her a proper name. She didn't even have the right to use her father's surname. She was originally called Shi Ya.
"We actually have the same surname? Then Xiao Ya, I will call you that. Follow me. "She brought the other party to the kitchen and started to study the dishes.
But very quickly, Celestial Venerable Wence saw something unimaginable: a large pile of strange and terrifying ingredients.
This is???
How is this possible!!!
She had goosebumps all over her body!!
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