Zaizai Stir-Fries Too Much, and the Three Realms Are Screaming with Greed.

The Qingyun Sect was so poor that they couldn't even afford the lowest-grade Bigu Pill. But just when the whole sect was about to starve to death and reopen, the three-and-a-half-year-old dumpling Su Su, who was picked up by the headmaster, stepped on a small horse and threw a handful of wild vegetables and half a pheasant into the iron pot. At first, the senior brothers shook their heads: "If you eat ordinary things, you will become dirty and ruin your path to immortality!" Until the lid of the pot is lifted, the rich aroma turns into substantial spiritual energy and rises into the sky—— The aloof senior sword cultivator cooked three large bowls of pheasant stew in a row, licking the bottom of the pot until it was shiny; the weak second senior medical cultivator sister pulled out a 40-meter-long sword on the spot for the last piece of potato! From then on, the style of painting in the world of immortality was completely distorted. The ruthless Taoist Immortal Lord squatted in front of the stove on time to help light the fire; the violent and bloodthirsty Demon Lord held garlic in his hand just for a bowl of soup stock. Seeing that a world-destroying battle was about to break out between the immortal and demon worlds in order to grab a table, Su Su wiped her saliva and stood up from the pony: "Don't worry, don't worry! The banquet will be held for three consecutive days today, and two Jiuyuan black dragons will be added as hard dishes. Those who queue up will go to the Immortal Lord to get their number plates!" But who can tell her how the voice of the ancient heaven came out while the pot was simmering: "Little ancestor, leave a mouthful of soup for me!"