After a bite of fried pork with chili and white rice, the village chief let out a long sigh, and then there was no time to say anything. He stretched out his chopsticks to eat the vegetables, then took a mouthful of white rice into his mouth, chewed it several times and swallowed, and so on A few times, he ate a large bowl of white rice clean.

The village chief looked at Qin Tian, ​​who was just aside, in this disregarding way of eating. It was not until the village chief hiccuped and stretched out his hand to serve the second bowl.

Xiang Jingsheng gave a bowl of white rice to Qin Tian and said, "Try it too."

Qin Tian took the white rice suspiciously, followed the village chief, took a bite of fried pork with chili, and Bala took a bite of white rice, and then the same situation as the village chief appeared.

It wasn't until a bowl of fried pork with chili and a big bucket of white rice were eaten up by the two of them, and there was no soup left. This was the end.

The village chief patted his slightly bulging belly and said, "Xiang Jing, your chili fried pork is so delicious, and the white ones..."

"White rice" Xiang Jing reminded.

"Yes, it's white rice. It's a perfect match. I've lived for so many years, and it's the first time I heard such delicious food."

Qin Tian on the side did not speak, but looking at his contented expression, there was no need to say more.

Xiang Jing thought, a piece of fried pork with chili would eat you like this, then I will cook all the dishes of the Chinese recipe, and you must call me the God of Cookery.

But at the same time, Xiang Jing also realized that the upper realm doesn't seem to attach great importance to this aspect of food.

But think about it, the more powerful people are, the lower their dependence on this food and the lower their energy intake. Just like Xiang Jing, it’s okay to not eat or drink for a few years now, let alone those who have already cultivated. To the cultivator.

Xiang Jing took the opportunity to say, "If you always like it, I will make it for you every day."

When the village chief heard this, he was taken aback, then yawned and said, "You are also tired today. Rest early in the evening."

After speaking, he got up and went to his room, but Qin Tian also went to another room without saying a word.

Xiang Jing pouted his lips, and it seemed that it would take some time to take down the two men.

After simply clearing the table, Xiang Jing went to the room they had vacated for himself.

Said it is a room, in fact it is more like a utility room, but there is a larger wooden board in it, it will be here tonight.

The next day, Xiang Jing heard movement outside, opened his eyes and woke up. He saw that the sky was still bright outside, but he could vaguely hear the children.

Xiang Jing got up and came out, just to see Qin Tian walking towards the entrance of the village.

Xiang Jing did not disturb him, and walked behind him towards the entrance of the village.

When he walked to the entrance of the village, Xiang Jing saw that most of the children in the village had already gathered there, and children followed one after another.

Xiang Jing stood under the old plane tree and watched quietly.

I saw the children sitting cross-legged under the leadership of the village chief, and then began to breathe.

Xiang Jing could feel that the aura between heaven and earth was gathering little by little in the bodies of these children.

Although the small amount is almost insignificant, it is a practice method.

There is no such thing as aura on the earth. If you want to become stronger, you can only use genetic medicine, but in the upper realm, you can improve through cultivation. I have to say that the ancient realm is indeed much better than the earth.

Xiang Jing sat cross-legged on the grinding pan, learning that they began to breathe.

Between these breaths and breaths, you can indeed feel that Tiandi's aura begins to converge in the body, and the speed and amount will be slightly higher than those of the children. It is estimated that Xiang Jing's own strength is relatively strong.

After breathing for a while, Xiang Jing opened his eyes and watched the children practice, paying special attention to Qin Tian.

This child is indeed different from other people, whether it is the control of breathing and breathing, or the speed and amount of absorbing aura, it exceeds others.

Qin Meng, who was also powerful, was a bit worse than Qin Tian.

Xiang Jing watched for a while, then returned to the kitchen of the village chief's house, and began to jingle.

The children and village chief who were cultivating at the entrance of the village, and the villagers who were already busy, suddenly smelled a very fragrant smell.

Following this scent, everyone's eyes turned toward the village chief's house.

A child blinked and said, "Grandpa Village Chief, what is your family doing that is delicious, it smells so good."

The village head was stunned, and suddenly remembered something, and said in a serious tone, "You continue to practice, don't half-hearted."

After speaking, he walked to his own house. As soon as he walked in, he saw Xiang Jingzheng carrying warm porridge and some small vegetables, eggs, fritters and the like.

"what are you doing?"

The village chief looked at Xiang Jing and asked.

Xiang Jing saw the village chief and said with a smile, "The village chief is back, the porridge is just right, let's eat together."

The village chief just wanted to refuse, but suddenly thought of the delicious food last night, thinking that this thing called porridge is so fragrant, the taste should not be too bad.

After thinking about it, the village chief couldn't help but walked to the table, and then began to drink porridge and eat small vegetable egg fritters.

Although it is not a delicacy, it is nourishing and delicious.

After one meal, the village chief touched his stomach contentedly, showing a satisfied smile.

"How about the village chief? I'll give you four dishes and one soup at noon, which is better than this."

"it is good"

The village chief regretted it as soon as he said a good word.

But Xiang Jing looked at him first, and silently picked up the dishes.

The village chief slapped his mouth twice, then sighed and said, "It's not that we won't take you in, but the village will pay tribute tomorrow. The number of tributes handed in is counted by heads. Our village had already prepared tributes, but now we have more tributes. If you are alone, I will hand it in tomorrow. It’s too late at this time."

Xiang Jing listened quietly, and after finishing the dishes, he said, "What is your tribute?"

"Beasts and beasts can be both, and the quality should be close to the power of a cow."

Xiang Jing nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go out for a while and come back soon."

Xiang Jing left Qin Village after speaking, walking through the mountains and forests, looking for wild beasts and beasts.

Most of the wild beasts are jackals, tigers and leopards, and the beasts are of the same level as the red horned jackals that Qin Tian brought back yesterday.

Xiang Jing strolled around in the mountains and forests, and soon he saw an ape with a scarlet flame on his body, just as strong as a cow.

This ape was eating the corpse of an unknown beast. Suddenly, he was surrounded by an agitated spirit, and then suddenly fell to the ground and died, instantly losing his life.

Xiang Jing held the corpse of the ape and walked towards Qin Village, and returned to the village not long after.

Under the surprised eyes of the villagers, the ape's body was thrown under the old plane tree at the entrance of the village.

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