Chapter 53: Fire Control Technique Makes Roasting Skewers a Breeze
He had truly never heard of the Longevity Sect.
Being so close, and belonging to the Flying Sparrow Sect, it was likely an obscure small sect.
Lu Rongyu hesitated inwardly.
He could sense that these disciples were indeed at the Early Qi Stage, and the journey to First Mountain was long, plus the disciples themselves had been instructed by their senior brothers and sisters when they left.
With that thought, Lu Rongyu nodded and said, “Alright, then you can follow me, but once we reach First Mountain, you must leave on your own.”
“Yes, yes, thank you, Senior Brother!”
Wu Dahu and the others, who had been like silent statues the entire time, quickly added, “Thank you, Senior Brother.”
At the same time, they were somewhat amazed, was this Senior Brother too easily fooled?
Even though his age seemed a bit young, the sects on the Yunzhou Continent were indeed different from what they had imagined.
Were they this helpful?
Considering that Lu Rongyu could hear all their conversations, the four of them dared not chat amongst themselves.
This game was still too unintelligent; in this situation, why not have an in-game voice chat to satisfy their tendency to gossip about others privately.
Lu Rongyu had just killed a Toad Snake and, without resting for long, was met by the four Daoist Priests and they set off shortly after.
The four Daoist Priests followed closely behind him.
Late at night, the four of them sat in a dense forest and started a bonfire.
Mainly because they were going to eat.
At the early stage, they hadn’t reached complete Grain Avoidance yet, and long journeys would also cause physical exhaustion, requiring replenishment of food at this time.
However, cultivators on the Cultivation Continent already had very low desires for food, and mortals usually just sought to be full, not delving deeply into the study of food.
Moreover, there were indeed many ingredients and seasonings that Wang’an County did not have at this time.
But players from modern society had extremely high demands for food, especially after tasting purely natural food in the game that tasted even better than in reality, their requirements for food texture became even higher.
Zhou Xiao had researched many good things during this time.
For example, the honey-glazed chicken wings and charcoal grilled pork trotters they brought today.
The four of them pooled money to buy a regular version of a Mustard Seed Bag, not as good as Song Jiulai’s, but it was fine for storing some ingredients and Pills.
Inside, there were only Pills and food.
It’s just that the preservation effect wasn’t very good; when they took out the chicken wings, they were already cold and needed to be grilled again.
Taking out the chicken wings and pork trotters from the Mustard Seed Bag, they grilled them again to heat them up, and then added their own seasonings.
Of course, before eating, Wu Dahu politely asked Lu Rongyu, “Senior Brother, we’re having dinner now, would you like some? We have chicken wings and pork trotters.”
Lu Rongyu glanced at the ingredients they took out, his eyes slightly furrowed, and said, “I am already semi-abstaining from grains and have little desire for food.”
Besides, forget the chicken wings, what were grilled pork trotters?
Most cultivators would at most eat some pork, while offal and other parts were rarely touched.
They considered these things to be somewhat unclean.
It was best to eat porridge made from rice and drink natural rainwater—this would fulfill a cultivator’s bodily needs.
And it possessed a particular elegance befitting a cultivator.
He was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and presenting himself in such a manner was actually quite amusing.
But Wu Dahu and the others dared not show any hint of amusement.
Since he wasn’t eating, they certainly would.
They were mortals, and had no resistance to late-night grilled skewers like this.
Especially since it was developed by Zhou Xiao, the master chef.
They didn’t need to use the bonfire; they just needed to skewer the chicken wings with sharpened wooden sticks and use Fire Control Technique with their hands to precisely control the fire’s temperature. With a slight turn, the chicken wings would once again emit a moist, fragrant aroma.
The chicken wings were already seasoned, and when Zhou Xiao’s prepared honey sauce was poured over them, the entire chicken wing became crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, emitting a strong, enticing aroma.
Daoist Priest stared at them grilling with their own palms, his eyes widening, “Damn, your skills are impressive.”
Wu Dahu said proudly, “Of course. What do you think we spent the first ten days doing? We might not be good at anything else, but grilling skewers is a piece of cake.”
There must be a knack to grilling over a fire.
If the fire was too big, it would burn; if it was too small, the meat wouldn’t heat evenly and wouldn’t be flavorful.
Players who didn’t follow the conventional path had an extra talent for grilling skewers using Fire Control Technique.
Wu Dahu even handed him one he had already grilled, “Here, I’ll give you this one first. Practice with it yourself.”
Meanwhile, Lu Rongyu, standing nearby, had a strange look in his eyes from the moment the aroma of the chicken wings began to spread.
Good craftsmanship was the source of all evil.
The greatness of seasonings was something the Yunzhou Continent, which pursued blandness and health, could not comprehend.
Cultivators ate lightly, and to follow in their footsteps, mortals’ tastes were also very light.
But in reality, they could accept heavily seasoned food.
This was also why Zhou Xiao could cooperate with restaurants in Wang’an County to develop recipes.
It’s just that the wave of reform hadn’t reached the neighboring Peach Blossom Sect yet.
Fragrant—
So fragrant!
Lu Rongyu had never smelled food that could emit such an aroma.
He knew about grilling, of course, but the grilled meat he had seen mortals make was not as tempting as the chicken wings before him.
Whether it was the oil dripping from the chicken wings, or the sudden sweet aroma, coupled with the extremely sensitive sense of smell of a cultivator, it made Lu Rongyu unconsciously swallow.
How could mortal food be so fragrant?
All this talk of a pure heart and few desires was a lie.
If one could control their basic desires at the Qi Condensation stage, what would they become later?
Lu Rongyu clearly couldn’t.
He was only fourteen years old, what did he know!
He didn’t like it before because he had never tasted it.
His eyes subtly drifted towards the chicken wings.
But he had just refused. If he said he wanted to try now, would these four people laugh at him?
Was his pride more important, or tasting this novel food he had never tried before?
Ma Xiaoniao and Ma Xiaoben, without any pretense, each ate a chicken wing and slapped their thighs in delight, “Damn, these chicken wings are so much more exciting than ours.”
Food nourished by spiritual energy always carried a special umami flavor.
Combined with good craftsmanship, in reality, it could be priced at tens of thousands for a single chicken wing at a Michelin restaurant!
A killer move!
Ma Xiaoniao exclaimed with emotion, “How can this game be so awesome.”
However, Daoist Priest noticed Lu Rongyu’s eyes darting over.
He was too young and not skilled at acting; his intentions were completely undisguised.
Daoist Priest chuckled and said, “Senior Brother Lu, this is the unique skill of our sect’s chef. How about you try some too?”
Lu Rongyu intended to maintain his composure, “No, I have little desire for food.”
Daoist Priest: “Senior Brother Lu, we brought a lot of chicken wings. You must eat something, why not try? It’s really delicious.”
Lu Rongyu: “Fine.”
His tone was very reluctant, as if he was unwillingly trying it.
Daoist Priest then handed him a chicken wing he hadn’t eaten yet.
A few minutes later, Lu Rongyu, having finished all the chicken wings they brought, with oil dripping from his lips, stared at their Mustard Seed Bag, “Do you have any more?”
The four of them: “…”
