Unlike regular rice, Lingmi rice is much larger and has a beautiful, round, and lustrous sheen. It is more like a pearl than rice.
After taking out all the spirit rice, Wu Qiuyu made a sword gesture with his hand, pointed upwards, and then gently slashed. Each grain of spirit rice was then enveloped by spiritual power and flew in all directions.
Given Wu Qiuyu's perception of the borders of this small country, it was incredibly easy for her; she could deliver the spirit rice to everyone with perfect accuracy.
Estimating the speed and time of the spirit rice's flight, and waiting until he felt that everyone at the border had received the spirit rice, Wu Qiuyu waited a full ten minutes before speaking: "Now each of you has received a grain of spirit rice. You just need to plant it in any soil. The soil doesn't need to be dug too deep, about ten centimeters is enough. I will give you thirty minutes. After thirty minutes, I will send down the spirit rain."
"Did you hear that? Is this some kind of divine intervention?"
"What do you mean by 'heaven has eyes'? This is clearly the mountain gods who know the suffering of us common people and have come to save us!"
"This spirit rice is more beautiful than the most beautiful jewelry I've ever seen. Is this really rice?"
"Don't you dare take a bite, I'm telling you. The gods said that once this spirit rice grows, it can cure diseases and yield enough food to last for three years. If you bite it and ruin it, your whole family will have to go hungry with you."
"I don't know how these gods talk, but so many of us can hear them. Their voices are quite pleasant, though I wonder what they look like."
After a man dressed in rags and looking somewhat like a hoodlum finished speaking, an old man who looked skin and bones with a white beard jumped up and slapped him on the head with a large potsticker.
"It's one thing to be unruly in daily life, but you dare to blaspheme the gods? Be careful that if the gods hear this, you'll be struck by lightning. It doesn't matter if you die, but if the gods hold a grudge against our Wagou Village, I'll move all your Wang family's ancestral graves out of the village."
The scoundrel hurriedly admitted his mistake, saying, "Third Uncle, I was wrong, I was wrong. I promise I will never dare to do it again. Please don't move my family's ancestral graves."
Third Uncle blew his beard and said angrily, "The gods in heaven are here to help us. All of you, put away your filthy thoughts. If anyone dares to speak disrespectfully again, don't blame me for disciplining you with the clan rules. Now, stop talking nonsense and dig holes carefully to plant the divine rice seeds and wait for the gods to send us rain. Also, go home and move all your pots, pans, and large jars to the yard."
As soon as Uncle San finished speaking, a villager asked in confusion, "Uncle San, why are we moving pots and pans into the yard?"
Third Uncle immediately said with exasperation, "Are you stupid? The gods are about to send down divine rain! That's an invaluable treasure, not an exaggeration to keep it as a family heirloom. Stop talking nonsense and get to work!"
After speaking, Third Uncle led the way into his house. Not long after, he came out carrying a large vat that was more than a meter tall and a meter in diameter. The huge vat and Third Uncle's thin body were really too incongruous.
Seeing that their third uncle had already started to take action, everyone hurried back to their homes and carried everything that could hold water to the yard. Some people even threw their worn-out straw sandals into the yard, not knowing whether those leaky shoes could hold water.
While waiting for Wu Qiuyu, Ye Feng's dishes were already being stewed.
Based on the sacred beasts' obsessive love for communal cooking, Ye Feng also prepared communal cooking for the wolf demons, but the ingredients used were relatively inferior to those used for cooking the sacred beasts.
After Ye Feng took out that super, super, super huge pot from his Qiankun bag, everyone was stunned by the pot, which was probably hundreds of meters long.
Ye Kai stammered, "Sixth...Sixth Brother, is this what you usually use to cook for the immortals of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect? This pot looks much bigger than the one used by the Armory to make Golden Broth."
Ye Feng was so surprised that he almost slapped Ye Kai to death when he heard Ye Kai's words. "Your short sentence is really full of flavor."
When Zhan Taiyuxuan saw the big pot, she almost fainted again, feeling that her children's life on the mountain was even harder than that of the donkeys in the production team.
The donkeys in the production team are only busy during the spring planting and autumn harvest seasons, but my sixth son has to work from dawn till dusk every day.
Wolf Peach lay listlessly on the ground, wagging her tail. One of her large paws was firmly pressing down on her younger brother, who was struggling to find Ye Feng. Having failed to persuade him, she could only resort to the most primitive method to suppress her restless brother. She didn't care about Ye Feng's compensation at all. Although her family was very weak among the demon race, they knew that once they could cultivate into human form, they had to be extremely careful about what they ate. A single mistake could accumulate a large amount of poison or waste in their bodies, making future cultivation incredibly difficult. If she didn't know that the two were highly skilled and they were no match for them, she would have seriously suspected that Ye Feng intended to poison them with the food. Her wary demeanor remained until Ye Feng poured chopped scallions, ginger slices, and minced garlic into the oil.
As the oil temperature rose, Ye Feng poured his large bowls of chopped scallions into the wok, and an extremely rich aroma began to waft through the palace square.
The gray wolves, who had been lying motionless on the ground pretending to be dead, suddenly all perked up, their bright green eyes fixed on the large iron pot.
And it wasn't just them; even Ye Qian, Gao Zhan, Tai Yuxuan, and the other ministers, who were used to delicacies, had their eyes glued to the large iron pot. They even forgot the time they had been counting down.
It smells so good!
From childhood to the present, I have never smelled such a fresh and refined scent that makes my mouth water!
And what's with the Sixth Prince's cooking methods and steps? I've never seen anything like it before! Aren't there only three methods for cooking: baking, steaming, and boiling? This method is simply unheard of and unseen!
Ye Kai was quick-witted. He immediately summoned a eunuch and whispered, "Go, summon all the chefs in the palace and my palace. They must be here within five minutes. Tell them that the ancestor of your culinary world has descended to earth and that they should hurry up."
The eunuch agreed and hurriedly ran towards the imperial kitchen, but he would occasionally turn his head to take a breath as he ran.
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