Although skewers are a simple snack, they are not so easy to make.

The key is to do a good job of preparation; if you don't do enough preparation, the food you make will taste mediocre.

What you actually need to prepare is just the broth for soaking all kinds of skewers.

In the past, we could use hot pot base directly, but now we don't have that option, so we have to make our own hot pot base.

However, there are advantages to making it yourself, namely that it is clean and hygienic without the need for technology or grueling work.

The base sauce requires a lot of oil, and the oil rendered from cattle raised on the Spirit Blue Silver Grass is naturally the best choice.

Then add some sunflower seed oil, peanut oil, and soybean oil to enhance the aroma.

Then the most important ingredients are star anise, Sichuan peppercorns, and chili peppers.

To feed more than 30,000 people, Ye Feng would naturally make a lot of soup base.

A richer broth naturally requires more ingredients.

Chili peppers release a pungent aroma during the cooking process.

Using a small amount is fine, but if you use a lot, the combined flavors will definitely be overwhelming.

This is what the small canteen looks like right now.

The steam rising straight up from the large pot carried with it an irresistible yet intoxicating aroma that made people sneeze and have runny noses.

...

Achoo!

Achoo!

"Who poisoned it?!"

"The enemy has come knocking on our door?"

"Look in that direction, achoo... it seems... achoo... it seems to be the Five Old Peaks... achoo!"

"Junior Uncle is up to something again... Achoo?"

The Shushan Sword Sect quickly fell completely.

Apart from Wu Qiuyu and a few others who absolutely love spicy food, everyone was in tears at this moment.

That's not all.

As the new sect leader, Yun Zhongzi, opened the first-line array to detoxify, the smell gradually spread to the diners waiting outside for their Monday meal.

"Holy crap? Achoo! Achoo! What the hell is that smell? Quick, shut off your sense of smell!"

"Achoo... It's sealed, but it's not working! Achoo... Is this targeting the soul?!"

"What kind of poison is this? Achoo... Anyone else feeling unwell? Achoo..."

"I have!"

"How does it feel?"

"I cried!"

"Chao! Emotional poison?"

After confirming it was poison, these people used all sorts of antidote spells as if they were free.

The scene was somewhat chaotic and disorganized.

...

The entire area within and around the Shu Mountain Sword Sect is almost completely overrun.

Driven by boundless curiosity, the disciples traced the origins of the matter and were surprised to find that many of the disciples at the Five Elders Peak's small canteen were perfectly normal.

The small canteen, which is the heart of the culinary experience, is surprisingly unaffected by the fact that none of the disciples are in any trouble?!

Could the problem lie in that little piece of cloth covering their mouths?

After all, they are fellow disciples who have been together for decades or even centuries. They know exactly how many hairs or pores a person has, and whether there are any special features.

Some acquaintances had already started asking, holding their noses and speaking in a muffled voice.

"What kind of black-faced guy is Nimenzuisang?"

The disciple was completely baffled by the question.

"Speak properly, and don't use your local dialect."

The disciple rolled his eyes and cursed in a local dialect.

I dare not let go of my nose, because if I do, tears and snot will stream down my face.

She doesn't even dare to open her eyes much now, only slightly opening them a crack.

"What, what is this thing you caught up with?"

"Try using telepathy! I really can't understand what you're saying!"

Although it was a bit strange for two grown men to communicate telepathically face-to-face, at least they were able to have a normal conversation.

And these disciples finally learned what was on their faces.

That was a magical item called a "mask" that Junior Uncle had specially prepared to deal with this pungent smell.

What?

Masks are not eligible for Alipay?

The smell that even magic couldn't overcome, this little thing can solve—what else could it be but a magical artifact?!

...

Upon seeing these people arrive, Ye Feng remembered that he had reported what he had done to the Heavenly Dao, and that no magic could effectively stop him.

So he took out some more masks from the jade slip and distributed them to the disciples.

I also briefly explained the manufacturing process to them, and encouraged them to make more, as it's quite necessary for each of them to have one.

This little incident, however, brought some exciting good news to all the disciples.

Junior Uncle is going to make something delicious again!

Ever since I opened that mountaintop cottage, I have to do quests to get my junior uncle's food.

Besides, everyone knows that Junior Uncle opened that restaurant to earn spirit stones for the sect, so who would dare to complain?

Now that we hear that Junior Uncle is going to do something big again, isn't everyone in a frenzy?

One by one, they eagerly inquired what help Ye Feng could offer.

If it were anything else, they probably wouldn't be able to help at all, but making skewers is a different story.

Ye Feng took out a bamboo skewer and smiled, "See this bamboo skewer? I'll give some to everyone in a bit. Then I'll prepare some vegetables and meat. You can use the bamboo skewer to skewer the food, and whoever skewered it will eat it."

This made the disciples extremely happy.

For so long, Junior Uncle has only been able to help wash vegetables and serve dishes when cooking. It's rare for him to get involved himself, and these disciples are all as excited as if they've been injected with chicken blood.

"Don't put too much stuff on a bamboo skewer. Four or five things are enough. If it's too full, it won't cook through and it will affect the taste."

They heard Ye Feng's words, but they clearly let them go in one ear and out the other.

They were all putting their all into stacking things onto bamboo skewers, and they kept looking up at others, afraid that they were dressed too lightly and not as well as others.

Ye Feng let it be, since it wouldn't kill anyone or upset their stomach.

However, you should eat what you make yourself. Anyone who dares to waste such good food should be prepared to be punished.

Looking at those skewers, each weighing almost two pounds, Ye Feng knew that someone was definitely not going to have a good meal tonight.

However, he has to go make soup now and doesn't have time to continue directing from here.

Spicy skewers need to be boiled, so naturally a lot of broth is needed.

Those without the means can simply add purified water, while Ye Feng, who has the means, will definitely use bone broth.

As the milky white bone broth was poured in, the pungent smell dissipated considerably.

Instead, the rich aroma of broth, infused with various spices, takes its place.

The disciples of Mount Shu are all wearing masks and don't feel anything, but the diners outside the mountain gate are finally free.

After all, nobody likes having their face covered by a lot of clothes or having to hold their nose all the time.

The aroma, however, successfully whetted their appetites.

But for now, all we can do is wait and there's no other way.

For the first time ever, I felt that time was passing incredibly slowly.