The ingredients in the warehouse, in Yi Lin's eyes, are truly shabby compared to a few hundred years ago.
But don't forget.
Yi Lin is a "Soul Cooker".
Under the eager gaze of the elders, Yi Lin personally took to cooking.
He set up a boiler in the yard.
"Thud thud thud..."
Mr. Nie, adept in swordsmanship, helped slice the ingredients into rolling slices.
Jian Nanchun, with steady hands, also helped out on the side.
Busy until dusk, the ingredients were finally ready to go into the pot.
Dozens of elders from the human tribe and the demon tribe gathered around a hot pot, singing loudly.
"You're all not allowed to drink!"
Flower Mother had become the administrator of the senior activity center.
Whenever she saw someone secretly taking out a wine jug, she would swiftly snatch it away.
The boiler ignited.
Yi Lin, seeing it was almost done, activated the Soul Cooking Art, sending a multicolored light soaring to the sky.
"It's here, it's here!"
"It's exactly that flavor!"
