Li Hao's mind was focused on painting and fishing, but he did not place any hope on cooking. Instead, it happened by chance.

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When the sun sets in the west, the sunset glow hangs in the sky like a girl's crimson.

After receiving the news, all the warriors in the city gathered in the city.

The aroma that soars into the sky has spread out, covering the entire Cangya City. Even the old Xingxu Official and others who are still studying the carvings of the magic circle on the city wall can smell it.

"What does it smell like?"

Xia Xianglan was surprised. She raised her head and inhaled her white and tender nose. She smelled the fragrance coming from the city. She couldn't help but look up, but the distance was too far and her own level was too low to see clearly.

"That young master seems to have cooked the demon king and entertained everyone."

Next to him, a scholar flew out of the sky and saw and heard the movement in the distance. His slightly dull face also showed a bit of surprise.

"What, stew the demon king?"

Several other people were stunned, and the old man Xingsu Guan also stared slightly, raised his head and said to himself: "That young master is really crazy."

Xia Xianglan was a little stunned when she thought of the gentle and jade-like young man in the courtyard. It was difficult to associate him with such a wild thing as the Cooking Demon King.

In the city.

Numerous tables and chairs were prepared at the scene, and the soldiers from the cooking team helped serve the dishes, and plates of the demon king's flesh and blood delicacies were served.

Stir-fried pork slices, steamed fatty liver, stewed pork tendons, etc.

A demon king was made into more than fifty dishes by Li Hao. The styles of each dish were not repeated, including hot dishes, cold dishes, and cakes and snacks made of muscle and other ingredients.

A total of a hundred tables were made, each serving more than fifty servings.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Li Hao wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, sat down at the table with Feng Lao, and started eating.

There were no speeches or words of thanks, all the emotions were put into the dinner table.

But Li Hongzhuang still represented Li Hao and took the stage to say some words of thanks and then announced the start of the event.

When the food enters the mouth and the taste blooms on the tip of the tongue, the thoughts and emotions injected by Li Hao carried by the demon king's residual thoughts in the dishes are also conveyed.

After a while, everyone understood the young man's enthusiastic gratitude, which seemed to be a collision between soul and soul, better than words.

Some of the more emotional women even had their eyes wet and red while eating.

The only sound left during the dinner was the clinking of bowls and chopsticks.

"You kid..."

Feng Boping picked up some fried meat slices and ate them as usual. Soon, something seemed to fly out of the spicy meat slices, giving him an indescribable feeling.

It was like a stream of consciousness injected directly into his heart. No verbal communication was needed, but he could taste the strong emotion inside.

This is no longer a simple dish.

Li Hao asked Ren Qianqian to prepare some food boxes and send them to the Si Tianjian people on the city wall.

At this time, he was eating the delicacies he had made and drinking some wine. Although he could not absorb the essence of the demon king's flesh and blood like others, he could still taste the delicious taste.

When he had some free time, Li Haocai brought up the panel and took a look. When he saw that the cooking path had been upgraded from six to seven stages, he couldn't help but smile.

This feeling is not a surprise, but a knowing smile that comes naturally.

The Tao of Cooking also allowed Li Hao to find a way to enter the Tao of Painting and other Taoisms.

However, it still takes some trying, after all, saying what you say and doing it are two different things.

No matter what, now he can finally continue to add points.
Chapter completed!