I remember that last time I participated in the promotional event of "The Legend of Heaven and Earth", Yunyun appeared in a cheongsam, which made the "fans" who were used to seeing her dressing excited on the spot. They almost squeezed the stage over. To be honest, her dressing was more beautiful than wearing a Western evening dress. The gorgeousness added a mysterious beauty, gentleness, charming, elegant and quiet, and the reporters of that day wrote this passage: "The goddess of life in the Devil's House suddenly turned into a water-like woman, but showed the breath of life more perfectly..."

The clouds in the sky are faint, and a few stars are randomly scattered in the depths of the night sky. A bright full moon hangs there, as if moving, or the clouds around it are flowing...

We lay on the bamboo chair, savoring the fragrance of tea in the pot, looking up at the moon and clouds in the sky, as if everything around us was far away, but so close.

I don’t know when Yunyun had come to me, and the moonlight passed through her thin nightgown, drawing her shadow into my heart.

She leaned into my arms, her movements as gentle as a cat. Her long soft hair gently swept across my ears, bringing a numb pleasure.

"In a few days, another fleet will be heading to the Eastern Continent." Yunyun murmured in her voice, as if she was talking to me, and as if she was talking to herself.

I reached out and put her head on my shoulders, quietly smelled the jasmine fragrance on it, and a smile rose from the corner of my mouth.

After sending Yunyun to work, I slowly logged into the computer and went straight to Wanshou Villa to receive everyone's re-education. I was greeted with a sumptuous banquet, and the delicious food on the table might be something ordinary players dare not even think about.

The wide round wooden table is filled with utensils of oriental colors. No matter from any aspect, the food inside is the best. The crystal clear white jade cup contains dragon blood bird's nest porridge, the steaming hot dragon clothes on the Qibao porcelain plate is filled with dragon beard soup noodles, the jade dragon liver, the seven-orbit dragon heart, and a pot of gentian wine... Damn, why are these dishes all from the dragon?

When did the dragon become so valuable that it actually dismantled the parts on its body and put them on the table.

Everyone at the table was surprisingly silent. I wonder if they were scared by the dishes on this table. Even An Luohong and his wife, who had always talked the most, sat quietly without saying a word.

"Everyone, hurry up, the food is not delicious when it is cold." Pengfei took the lead in breaking the silence on the dining table. He got up and picked up a piece of the seven-orbital dragon heart and put it in my bowl: "This is the only serving in the world. No one has eaten it. This time, to celebrate your return to everyone, our chef has been thinking about it."

As he was speaking, a human player walked in from outside the door with a plate. When he heard this, his hands couldn't help but tremble and almost threw the plate in his hand to the ground.

Is there anything scary about this sentence? How could the player react like this?

I felt a little strange and couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

The player was not too tall, about 1.7 meters tall, his skin looked a little dark, but he was very healthy, full of the vitality and vitality of a young man. His eyebrows were very dark, but he was not domineering; his nose was very straight, but he did not seem to be outrageous. Among men, his mouth might be very small, with his lower lips slightly pursed upwards, and he looked a little stubborn. This was originally a sunny face, which should be full of smiles, but now, his black eyes with single eyelids were filled with melancholy eyes, so that the bags below became more obvious.

I don't seem to pay too much attention to such a strange player. Judging from his outfit, he should be a chef at Wanshou Villa. For the chef, I care more about the food they make, rather than him. But now, this young "chef" named "Yiming Aoi" makes me feel a strange feeling. His melancholy eyes seem to convey a message to me, and this message seems to affect the mood of most people on the table, but I am always kept in the dark.

I looked at the dishes in the bowl and glanced at the companions by the table one by one.

The territory, drinking wine glass after glass, from the wine pot he carried with him, and the bright and heart-warming gentian wine on the table had not even moved a drop.

The ghost wolf sat at the table without saying a word, and the chopsticks placed in front of him never moved from beginning to end.

Shuang Feiyu, his head was pressed down very low, and he didn't say a word, his eyes wandered around, as if he was afraid of colliding with my eyes, which made me see something.

Ximen Chufeng was playing with a green medicine bottle in his hand, and a strange smile hung on the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be very bitter.

Murong Xiaobai, with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling from beginning to end. He has always been walking to the end, and rarely shows an expression like today.

An Luohong, with his index finger on the table, seemed to be thinking about something. Even he, who had just advanced to the fourth-turn sword Taoist priest, never showed a trace of joy.

Ye Fantian, her silence looked particularly strange, with a smile on her face, looking at every face beside her coldly like an outsider. The spoon in her hand hit the edge of the table one after another, and it sounded like an ancient music.

Pengfei turned his head and saw Yiming standing behind him. He took the plate from his hand with one hand and pressed the other on his shoulder. He smiled and said, "Thank you."

Originally, there were only ordinary polite words. As a chef, especially a senior chef like Yiming Agent, you should not be moved when you hear such words. But Pengfei's most ordinary "Thank you" made Yiming Agent stunned, with the expression on his face extremely complicated.

Surprise, confusion, pain, joy, comfort, regret...

Just three simple words could actually arouse so many emotions from him. I raised my eyebrows gently, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the seven-orbital dragon heart in the bowl and threw it into my mouth.

People say dragon meat in heaven and donkey meat underground, which means praise donkey meat for its deliciousness and can be compared with dragon meat. But in fact, no one has eaten real dragon meat, and they don’t know what dragon meat tastes like. I have been wondering what the game designers of heaven and earth will make this dragon meat taste, but I know it when I get a piece of seven orifices and dragon heart into my mouth, which is an indescribable feeling.

What comes from the lips and teeth is not the taste of any kind of meat, but it also contains everything you can taste. It seems that all the delicacies in the world occupy your taste in an instant. But I can't tell what it is.

I had no choice but to chew it. It had melted in my mouth, and a rich stream of sweat flowed into my stomach through my throat. It was like a raging fire burning, but it was as cool as a polar ice spring.

It seems salty, but a little sweet; it seems sweet, but full of sourness; it seems extremely bitter, but it makes people feel endless aftertaste; when you want to savor it carefully, it seems that you can never remember what you tasted just now.

At that moment, I felt that my taste had experienced ups and downs, hot and cold fragrance, and a hint of sadness, but suddenly a sense of ambition and passion emerged in my heart, as if soaring beyond the sky, and also as if I was diving into the bottomless abyss...

It took me a long time. I came to my senses, as if it had been a century, but in fact it only took a few seconds.

Everyone looked at me, Xiaobai ran away, as if he wanted to ask me if it was delicious, but when he was about to run, his eyes were avoiding. The territory was still drinking one cup after another, and the other people still had strange expressions.

I pulled the yizhi to amazement and said loudly: "It's so delicious. I really don't know how you made it. I have never liked to drink, but it seems that I have to pull you, the chef, to drink a few glasses today, otherwise, how can you be worthy of the delicious dishes you made for us?"

Yiming was stunned for a moment and looked back at Pengfei and Jintu. Jintu was still expressionless. Pengfei quietly winked at him and pulled a stool to let him sit down. However, the young chef seemed very nervous and refused to persuade him. In the end, he could not avoid Pengfei's kindness and then barely sat down.

As soon as he sat down, everyone's faces changed again, becoming more gloomy than before, and the atmosphere became more solemn.

"Tell me, what's going on?" I finally couldn't help it. I slapped the table and stood up, shouting loudly: "I'll see if something is wrong with you when I come back. I'm hiding something from me!"

"Brother Yasha." Seeing me exclaiming, Pengfei quickly stood up, pressed my shoulder hard, and said in a deep voice: "Calm down, I'll tell you slowly."

"There's nothing to say." Zhendi threw the bottle of wine in his hand and said to me: "Brother, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for everyone! After the meal is over today, everyone should do whatever they should do! I will explain to my boss myself, and I'll just look at this court if I have to die."

What he said was obviously saying to me, what should I explain to me? What did he do to be sorry for me?

I turned my head to Ghost Wolf, but Ghost Wolf lowered his head and sighed, and he couldn't get up at all. Looking at Shuang Feiyu, the girl's eyes were red, and she secretly wiped her tears with her hands, thinking that no one saw it. Just as she was about to ask Xiaobai, the guy slammed the table and rushed out, and rushed over quickly. Before leaving, he said to me: "This matter...ah, I can't explain clearly, I'll go see Xiaobai first."

An Luohong moved, not knowing what to say or do, but Ye Fantian grabbed him and sat back in his original position, covering his face with his hands.

This time I am really popular. I haven't come back for a year. I saw this as soon as I come back. I was fine when I was doing the task yesterday, but why did it all change today? What the hell happened? Why isn't anyone willing to tell me the truth?

"I'll just say it myself." Yi Ming Jingren, who was sitting beside him, suddenly stood up and looked at me and said, "Actually, I made the disaster, and the responsibility should be borne by me alone... although, I can't afford this responsibility."

Pengfei opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something, and I pushed it away.

I took a long breath, calmed my emotions, and asked Yiming as calm as possible, "Tell me, what happened?"

"This is how it is..." Yi Ming slowly talked about the reason for today's incident...

Although most people in the Eastern Continent don’t know my true identity, whether they know or don’t know, good friends are always good friends. I haven’t seen each other for a whole year. When I come back this time, everyone will of course treat me to a big meal. This meal was forcibly taken by the territory, saying that I won’t let An Luohong or the others pay for it.

Although An Luohong and his wife are all leaders of the group now, the players in Yuzhifang are mainly based on mechanisms and are not very professional in diet, so how can they dare to compete with the top chefs of Wanshou Villa?

Yiming Jingren is a chef and a foodie, both in reality and in games. Although he is not old, his ideal is to taste the delicious food in the world. It is said that he had an account in the Western Continent before and had won the title of chef god in the Western Continent. After the Eastern Continent opened, he deleted the account without hesitation and entered the Eastern Continent because he felt that only the Eastern Continent could understand the essence of cooking.

Like other professional players in life, they cannot become a good chef without enough materials. Therefore, the reason why Yiming Aoi joins Wanshou Villa is very simple. Only with sufficient sources of materials can he focus on practicing his cooking skills. Wanshou Villa can just meet his conditions, even better than he imagined.

The territory is originally good wine and knows how to taste wine. Although Pengfei is not very picky in food, his insights on food are very unique. After he tastes a dish, he will never just say "delicious" like others, but will make a comment based on the characteristics of this dish. Good, where is good, where is the fragrance, and what is the fragrance? What will it feel after eating? What kind of association will it trigger, and even he can guess one, two or three ways of cooking.

Let’s not talk about whether Pengfei’s move deliberately pleases the chef who cooks, or whether he really understands the principles of cooking, but his approach can indeed achieve excellent results. This is one of the reasons why Yiming is still unwilling to change jobs even if other gangs offer higher conditions.

In order to welcome my return, Jindi specifically told Yiming to make a table of good dishes. This was nothing, and the territory was just casual. However, the speaker was unintentional, and the listener was intentional. For Jindi, it was just good wine and meat, and it was made a little richer than usual. But Yiming sounded like another completely different meaning.

What kind of dishes are truly good? Perhaps most chefs have been thinking about this throughout their lives, and their amazing skills are no exception.
Chapter completed!