The corners of everyone's mouth twitched. What the hell? Why did he want to catch a chicken?
Could it be eaten?
In the eyes of the monsters in the Wanyao Mountain, the bloodline of an ordinary chicken was simply too weak. They looked down on it and did not want to eat it.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I told you to catch a chicken and you're still dawdling. Don't you want to eat roasted chicken wings?"
Ye Qing rolled his eyes. As a six-star chef, he did not need to personally prepare the ingredients.
Everyone present was stunned. A second later, people started to move one after another to look for the pheasants.
Although they did not think that the chicken was delicious, they believed that it would have a high nutritional value when cooked by a six-star chef!
They believed in Ye Qing's cooking skills. A six-star chef was not an exaggeration. He had the ability to turn something rotten into something magical. Ordinary ingredients could also have a miraculous effect!
"Young Master Sun, don't worry. I will prepare the best ingredients for you!"
Suddenly, a familiar figure rushed over. It was Huo Zhu of the Fiery Phoenix Tribe.
His face was full of smiles, and his face was full of flattery. After he finished speaking, he rushed into the distance.
Huo Zhu mysteriously thought of a very good idea. According to what he knew, there was a powerful tribe in the Wanyao Mountain called the Black Chicken Tribe!
In the sky, many young men and women flew in the direction of the Black Chicken Tribe. Many of them had the same idea and flew in the direction of the Black Chicken Tribe.
The bloodline of the Black Chicken Tribe was not very noble. However, they were still demonic beasts and could not be compared to ordinary chickens.
People believed that using black chicken to make roasted chicken wings should have a higher nutritional value.
There were many people who had the same idea as Huo Zhu. Everyone rushed towards the Black Chicken Tribe like a swarm of bees.
The experts of the Black Chicken Tribe had never imagined that just because of Ye Qing's words, their Black Chicken Tribe would suffer.
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Time passed. Ye Qing and Huo Ling'er were together. He taught Huo Ling'er cooking skills.
It had to be said that this little girl's cooking skills were very exquisite. Since the battle of Wanyao Mountain, only a few days had passed, and she had learned how to make Malatang. She even opened a market and sold Malatang in batches.
Of course, the Malatang cooked by Huo Ling'er was not as good as Ye Qing's in terms of taste and nutrition. It was still lacking.
About two hours later, people gradually came back from the distance with two chickens in their hands. They were either ordinary wild chickens or demonic beasts of the Black Fowl Tribe.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
A group of young people landed on the ground and presented their spoils of war.
Those who only managed to catch a pheasant immediately became depressed. Compared to the strong black pheasant, the pheasant was not even worth looking at.
"Young Master Sun, I'm back!"
Suddenly, a familiar shout came from afar.
Ye Qing took a closer look and saw that it was Huo Zhu.
At this moment, Huo Zhu's face was bruised and swollen. His clothes were tattered and stained with blood. It was obvious that he had gone through a fierce battle and was seriously injured.
"Huo Zhu, you bastard. Why did you make yourself look like this when you caught a pheasant?"
Ye Qing rolled his eyes and was suddenly speechless. However, in the next second, he found that something was wrong.
Huo Zhu only had one pheasant in his hand. It was not easy for him to go out and run around, so he should have at least brought back two pheasants.
Moreover, the pheasant in Huo Zhu's hand looked very strange. It was like a demonic beast, exuding a dangerous aura.
Of course, the pheasant in Huo Zhu's hand was different from the others. It could be seen from its appearance.
The pheasant in Huo Zhu's hand was covered with black and shiny feathers. It was also surrounded by a circle of blue feathers, like a halo. It looked very magical.
"Young Master Sun, you may not know this, but this is the best blue-skinned black pheasant that the Black Fowl Tribe has specially cultivated. It is different from ordinary black pheasants. Compared to those wild chickens, it is even better!"
As Huo Zhu spoke, his face was full of confidence. He was very lucky. After sneaking into the Black Fowl Tribe, he encountered a mutant black pheasant!
The blue-skinned black pheasant was a mutant of the Black Fowl Tribe's bloodline. It was respected as a genius of the Black Fowl Tribe. However, this blue-skinned black pheasant was relatively weak. It fell into Huo Zhu's hands.
Although Huo Zhu looked ordinary, he was quite strong. At least, he was a genius of the Fiery Phoenix Tribe. It was too easy for him to deal with an underage blue-skinned black pheasant.
However, when Huo Zhu was retreating, he alarmed the elders of the Black Fowl Tribe. He was besieged and suffered heavy injuries.
"Huo Zhu, not bad. You used the blue-skinned black pheasant to roast chicken wings. Even I am looking forward to it!"
Ye Qing's eyes shone. The blue-skinned black pheasant sounded very good.
However, the blue-skinned black pheasant looked a little thin and weak. It did not have much meat.
"Hehe, Young Master Sun, I was almost beaten to death by the elders of the Black Fowl Tribe in order to catch this blue-skinned black pheasant!"
Huo Zhu walked up and handed the blue-skinned black pheasant to Ye Qing with a flattering look on his face.
"Well, for the sake of your hard work, I will leave the pheasant's butt to you."
Ye Qing smiled and reserved a pheasant's butt for Huo Zhu.
When Huo Zhu heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched. He thought that he would get a grilled chicken wing as a reward for his hard work. He did not expect that he would only get a pheasant's butt.
However, Huo Zhu thought that the pheasant's butt was also meat. It was not bad. At least, it was cooked by a six-star chef. It would not be bad.
In the sky, there were boys and girls coming back with two pheasants in their hands.
There were also some who were even more ridiculous. They couldn't even catch a black-boned chicken, not even an ordinary pheasant. They just came back with two ducks.
There were also some ignorant boys and girls who came back with a pheasant in their left hand and a duck in their right hand. The scene looked a little funny.
As Divine Palace experts, they actually went to catch pheasants. It was really beneath their dignity to chase after ducks.
"Okay, let the ordinary pheasants go. Leave the pheasants here."
Ye Qing waved his hand and left hundreds of pheasants. These were the demonic beasts of the Black Fowl Tribe. However, their cultivation was relatively low and they could not transform into human form.
This operation to catch the black-boned chicken was definitely an unexpected disaster for the Black-Boned Chicken Tribe. They didn't provoke anyone, but a bunch of people came to catch the black-boned chickens out of nowhere. They even lost a blue-skinned top-grade black-boned chicken!
As time passed, the boys and girls who went out to catch pheasants came back.
Ye Qing killed the blue-skinned pheasant with a knife. He boiled some water and plucked the pheasant's feathers.
The blue pheasant's feathers were mixed in with the black pheasant's feathers. It was particularly conspicuous.
Then, Ye Qing set up two grills and began to make delicious roasted chicken wings!
They still remembered that Ye Qing used ordinary pheasants to roast chicken wings. It was very delicious. Now that Ye Qing had become a six-star chef and had such a good ingredient like the blue-skinned pheasant, they were a little excited just thinking about it.
The purple Three Thousand Burning Flame jumped and kept the temperature low. He continued to roast the chicken wings.
In an instant, a strong smell of meat wafted out. Everyone on the scene swallowed their saliva. They were very hungry!
In the sky not far away, Ah Kun rushed over. After smelling the fragrance of the roasted chicken wings, he was like a mad dog, pouncing on the food!
"Damn it, go away, go away. It's not cooked yet!"
Ye Qing rolled his eyes and slapped Ah Kun away.
"Little Ye, we are good brothers. At least give me a chicken wing, right?
Or a drumstick will do! "
Ah Kun's saliva was like a waterfall, flowing down three thousand feet …