Lin Xuanxuan transformed into a useless servant who was hated by everyone in the world of immortality.
Others were scrambling to grab the elixirs, sharpening their heads and squeezing towards the upper echelons of the Immortal Sect. She took out her ancestral knife skills and set her sights on the rioting spirit cow that the sect wanted to destroy.
People all over the world say that the flesh of spiritual beasts is filled with evil energy, and if you eat it, you will become possessed by evil spirits. It can only be purified by elixirs.
But no one knows that the violent energy is stored in the fascial congestion, and the fresh energy is stored in the muscles and bones. The meat is slaughtered and bled, twelve parts are finely cut, and the beef bone soup is slowly simmered. The three ups and downs are just right. After one sip, the anger is calmed down and the foundation is stable. Even the inner demons that have accumulated for many years are melted by the hot soup. From the simple stall in the corner of the outer gate to the hard-to-find Zhiling Fresh Pot in Xianjing.
Danzong was furious, blocked the supply of goods, spread rumors and framed the situation, and vowed to stamp out this heresy.
Lin Xuanxuan Ling, with her knife skills and a pot of clear soup, forcibly made the food into the only high-end food in the three worlds. She was awarded the title of the only food honorary. She has the final say in the industry rules. Yan Gui, the Ten Thousand Years Sword Master, has been haunted by inner demons for thousands of years with no cure.
Until he accidentally drank a bowl of beef bone soup.
Everyone in the world knows that the Sword Lord is cold and lonely, not close to the mortal world.
Only Lin Xuanxuan knew that this big boss squatted in the corner of the store on time every day, and gradually became her most loyal career fan from "asking for soup to overcome his inner demons"——
Someone made a rumor? He silently handed over the ironclad evidence.
Someone is causing trouble? He calms down trouble quietly.
Someone cut off the ingredients? He carried back the top spirit beast overnight and said harshly: "I'm on the way, it's worth the money." At first, he only came here to suppress his inner demons.
Only later did I understand that, for all my life, it was never the fresh soup that really stuck with him, but the person who cooked the soup.
Intention: A stove of fireworks can warm the immortal cold for thousands of years